"Potter, I don't think you've met my sister Petunia."

"What're you doing here! And why are you...why are you naked!" "I could ask you the same question. Not that I mind though. Honestly, Evans, you should dress like that all the time." *Life is a mystery.* -LxJ-

Potter was going to say that he wasn't my boyfriend. I couldn't let him do that. For the love of Merlin, I could not let him do that. I had to stop him. He couldn't tell her the truth. So I did the only conceivable thing I could think of. I kissed him.

When Dumbledore assigns all the seventh years pen-pals to promote interhouse unity, will Lily and James realize that they should take the written advice given to them and get together? And why is it that their written counterparts can empathize so well?

She knows he had to put away his pride to write this; thirteen, fourteen, and even fifteen-year-old James wouldn't have been able to do it. Now he's sixteen, and it seems like he's finally starting to act his age.

Prequel to A Lily Story. Before they were Harry's eyes, they belonged to Lily. This is her world, where pranks, gardens, necklaces, uncles, Dark Marks, and several infuriating Gryffindor boys reside.