Does it really need to be said, I do not own the books.
How Lily and James got together;
His hands were surprisingly warm on my hips as we continued circling carefully around the dance floor, taking care not to pass through any of the more common guests.
If last year someone had told me that I would be at a deathday party, she would have squealed with joy. Living people were never invited to these types of things, they were ghostly trades after all, and ghosts didn't give up their secrets lightly.
If last year that same someone had told her she would be at that party with one James Potter, his arms circled tight around her as they danced together at that same deathday party, she would have kindly escorted them to Madam Pomfrey to get there head checked, then walked away laughing.
Yet, seventh year had arrived, along with a new Head Boy, and a new boy. Something had happened to James over the summer, something that his friends all knew about, but the rest of the school wasn't privy to. Whatever it was made him a changed man. He no longer strutted about the school corridors, but merely walked them with the same pace as any normal student would have.
He no longer carried around a stupid Quidditch ball with him, to show off and impress his peers; but instead he selected a little third-year boy. One who had been bullied by his peers for his poor performance at tryouts. James began training him for a position on the team. Showing more kindness than she would have believed possible.
James no longer dogged her in the corridors, demanding she needed to go on one date with him. In fact he hardly acknowledged her presence at all, something she found she almost missed.
Oh he was still an arse. Lily still caught him scurrying the corridors when something mischievous happened, there were some things those four boys would never get out of there system, and pulling pranks on Slytherin's was one of them.
Then he did something. The one thing she never would have believed possible. An act that she remembered as Halloween came around, and Sir Nicholas De Mimsy Porpington invited her to his annual deathday party for her kind words in listening to his plight against not being able to join some ghostly club. He told her she could bring a guest. Her feet then took her about the castle, right up to James Potter as he stood in the corridor talking to his friend Peter, and then she asked him if he would like to go with her.
Peter Pettigrew then promptly asked what had possessed her, while James slugged him and said yes before she even had a chance to answer. Turns out she never would answer him either, since after their first date, she had then agreed to go on another with him on their next Hogsmeade visit. Then another and well, one thing led to another...
Whether James told his friends never to ask, or they had simply let the matter slide, none of them knew what had driven Lily Potter into her last name, that fateful day. Perhaps James himself didn't know, and simply didn't care what had given him his golden chance.
Lily certainly wasn't ever going to tell him, in fear it would simply bring back all of those harsh feelings from her fifth year. She had witnessed James Potter, telling off his best friend Sirius Black for trying to curse Severus Snape.
She never knew the motive behind this scene. Never asked what had possessed him to defend a man he clearly still hated, since even as they walked past her hiding place behind the tapestry, the pair of them continued muttering about 'the greasy prat'; but he had done it. He had shown just a glimmer of restraint, that finally convinced her James wasn't just some arrogant bullying toerag. He might even have the potential to be a good person.
I realized I never mentioned it during this, so what happened over the summer was the three-part bit where Sirius ran away from home. I think seeing his friend being at such a low would have matured James a bit, and would have made him cautious about throwing curses around, even at someone he hated. Just thought I'd clarify that, hope you guys are still enjoying