About: James
Potter
When:
About 6th year, when James is 16.
Desperate for Changing,
Starving for truth,
Closer where I started,
Chasing after you.
There
she was, that girl, Lily or whatever. She was sitting with her weird friends.
She was so different, shy and sweet. Why did James even bother to look at her?
He had no time for girls like her, they didn't even know each other. He was
what everyone considered, popular and "cool". He had a Qudditch match
in an hour, and he had to get to the stadium to practice. I bet she isn't even going, James thought to himself as he passed
Lily and her friends to get to his broom stuff. He grabbed his broom, the lucky
one, and he looked back at her. She didn't even glance at him. She didn't care,
she didn't look, it was like he was invisible.
I'm falling even more in love with you,
Letting go of all I've held onto,
I'm standing here until you make me move,
I'm hanging by a moment here you with
James
got on the broom, and pushed up into the air. He loved a good Quidditch match.
It made him feel alive. Slytherin didn't stand a chance, Gryffindor had won
against every team so far. James was an excellent player, what the girls called
"the best chaser ever". James focused, and found where the Quaffle
was. He grabbed it, and started zooming toward the goal. But he stopped short,
right in the air. She was in the stands. Lily had come after all, and she was
looking right at him, not smiling nor frowning.
Forgetting all I'm lacking,
Completely incomplete,
I'll take your invitation,
You take all of me…
"How could we
lose?! They beat us down like a giant stepping on an ant!" Sirius, James's
best friend said, smashing one hand into the other angrily. "Oh lighten
up, Sirius, everyone tried their best." Remus, James's other best friend
said, acknowledging Sirius's comment. "Yea, everyone but James, he was too
bust staring off into La La land." Sirius whispered to Remus. Remus
frowned, and looked at James. James wasn't listening, he was ignoring all of
the people around him. He had played terribly and he knew why. It was all her
fault, she distracted him. It was like she was playing with him, teasing him
and making him think about her. Of course, that wasn't it, she wasn't like that,
but yet, it seemed that way.
Now, I'm falling even more in love with you,
Letting go of all I've held onto.
I'm standing here until you make me move,
I'm hanging by a moment here with you.
I'm living for all the things I know,
I'm running and not quite sure where to go.
And I don't know what I'm diving into,
Just hanging by a moment here with you.
James
couldn't get her out of his head that night. What kind of game was she playing?
What was the catch? Would he win, or would she? And what was the prize? And did
he want to win? He rolled over in bed, annoyed and growing impatient. He had to
talk to her, tell her what she was doing to him. What was this feeling he kept
getting when he saw her. It was like every moment stopped, and he was hanging,
a lone, with her face in his mind. It was weird, very…different…he had never
felt like this before…
There's nothing else to lose…
There's nothing else to find…
There's nothing in the world, that can change my mind,
There is nothing else…
There is nothing else…
There is nothing else…
James
woke up, got dressed quickly. He felt rushed, like he forgot to do something,
and had to do it fast or else. He ran into the Common Room, in a hurry, and
found it empty. There was something on the floor though. He picked it up, and
found that it was a piece of homework, and it had neat, even handwriting on it.
There was only one person in the world with this kind of handwriting, and it
was her, Lily Evens. James knew what he had to do, weather he liked it or not.
Desperate for changing,
Starving for truth,
Closer where I started,
Chasing after you.
James
walked up to the part of the table Lily and her friends sat at. They were
talking about Lily's favorite class, Charms. James tapped her on the back with
his wand. She spun around, and stared at him. "Here, you dropped
this." James said, shoving the homework in her face. She took it and
smiled. "Man, I thought this was gone forever," she looked at him,
deep in the eyes, "Thank you, James." He nodded, and walked back to
his seat. Something weird fluttered in him. She had such beautiful eyes, such
glossy hair, such a warm smile. Wait, What was he thinking, Lily was supposed
to be his rival, the other player of her game.
I'm falling even more in love with you,
Letting go of all I've held onto,
I'm standing here until you make me move,
I'm hanging by a moment here with you.
I'm living for all the things I know,
I'm running and not quite sure where to go,
And I don't know what I'm diving into,
Just hanging by a moment here with you.
It
suddenly came to him. James knew what the game Lily was making him play was
called. It came to him, and he knew. It was like a bludger had been blocking
his sight, and it had suddenly been whacked away. James knew it, it had to be
this. What else would make him feel so weird? Lily's game was so obvious now.
James smiled, now understanding.
Just hanging by a moment…
Hanging by a moment…
Hanging by moment…
Lily was
making James play the game of love, and James knew it.
Hanging by a moment here with you.