[Reposted again] Love isn't supposed to be logical and thought out, James. You never know when it’ll come creeping up and grab you. No one can escape love…not even you.”

In her seventh year at Hogwarts, Lily starts to feel she'll never find love. That is, until a familar looking masked man sweeps her off her rule abiding feet.

James and Lily. Stuck under a sprig of enchanted mistletoe. The only way to get out? A kiss. rnrn“Sorry, flower, only one way.” He puckered his lips in a way that would make any other girl dizzy, but Lily just raised her eyebrows. rnrn“In your dreams, Pot

“Do you honestly want to share such a great thing, Granger? For once, be selfish,” he replied, glancing up at the other fireflies surrounding them. “Let’s just say that this’ll be our little secret.”

Before the boy who lived, there was another story. One of a monster inside of a man. One of a hero inside of a child. One of a traitor inside of a friend. And one of an angel inside of a demon. COMPLETED.