A WALK TO REMEMBER

Summary – The summer before his fifth year, Harry Potter stumbles across his father's old journal from his seventh year at Hogwarts and he reads about the continuous adventures of him, the Marauders, and his mother, Lily Evans; how they met, how they fell in love, and what brought them to their horrendous deaths. This story is based on the movie and book called A Walk to Remember by Nicholas Sparks.

Disclaimer – Unfortunately, I own absolutely nothing. All of the characters and their names belong to author JK Rowling and the plot and character traits belong to Warner Brother's and author Nicholas Sparks.

Chapter 5 – Three Words:

James and Lily walked hand in hand, their fingers entwined around the Great Lake a few times, enjoying each other's company and getting to know each other some more. There were laughs, there were nods of understanding, and there was gentle squeezing of each other's hands to show their mutual affection for one another. The gentle night breeze whipped through their hair. Lily smiled as the wind blew gently against her face thinking there could not be a more perfect ending to a more perfect day with James.

"I don't understand," she whispered. James looked at her curiously with his eyebrow furrowed.

"What don't you understand?"

"I remember asking you once if you believed in anything good, like love. It was when I showed you my Muggle telescope on the Quidditch Pitch," said Lily casually. "Do you remember?"

"I remember."

"Do you remember what you said?"

"Not particularly."

"You said no; that you didn't believe in any of that because there was so much bad stuff in the world," said Lily, still looking at the stars.

"Yeah, that sounds like me. What's there to understand though?" asked James, desperately trying not to sound snappy.

"I just don't understand how you can look at the stars, fly through the night's sky on your broomstick, and have moments like this and not believe in all the good in the world," she whispered into the night.

"You seem so confident in that goodness…" he said, smiling, though he still sounded unsure about it himself.

"Goodness," she repeated in a soft whisper. She let go of his hand and walked towards the edge of the Great Lake as James watched her intently. This normally seemed too deep of a conversation for a first date, but James found himself fascinated with Lily Evans. "It's like the wind, James. You can't see it…but if you try hard enough, you can feel it."

"What do you feel?" asked James, taking a step closer to her. Lily smiled and closed her eyes as the wind blew through her long silky red hair.

"I feel…wonder…beauty…joy…" whispered Lily, her eyes still closed. James's eyes widened as Lily said these words, for they were the exact description of what he felt like every time he was with or thought of Lily. But it was not goodness that Lily was describing. James realized that it was actually….

"...love," she whispered into the wind. She opened her eyes and turned around to face James again. "Goodness is love and love is goodness. I mean, it's the center of everything."

James nodded and walked closer to her. When he was directly in front of her, James could do nothing but just stare lovingly into her sterling green eyes as she stared back into his own. For a moment, time stopped and they just got lost in each other's eyes.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked in a gentle whisper. Lily's eyes widened.

"I…I've never kissed anyone before," she whispered back. "I might be bad at it." James let out a weak chuckle and shook his head.

"That's not possible," he said quietly. Then, he leaned in, closed his eyes, and kissed her deeply, but gently on the lips. Lily closed her eyes and kissed him back. It felt so right and so real for the both of them. James put his hand to her cheek and pulled away, gently stroking her cheek with the padding of his thumb. Lily just looked at him for a second, then back at her feet, as though ashamed for what she was doing.

"Lily?" James whispered gently. When she did not look up at him, James took his index finger and titled her chin so his eyes met with her own. They say eyes are the window into the soul and James could feel himself looking deep into her soul.

"Lily," he said again, "I love you."

That was the first time James had said those words to anyone outside his of his immediate family. He never, in his whole life, thought he would be saying them to someone like Lily Evans. He had always thought that saying those words to a girl would be difficult for him to do. But, it was not; quite the opposite actually. James never thought something could be so easy and it was easy saying those words to Lily because truly mean them; he was sure of it. In fact, James was never so sure of anything in his entire life.

When Lily heard James's words, she did not say anything. Her green eyes slowly widened until they looked like they were about to pop out of her head. Instead of her eyes being filled with shock, they were filled with grief, worry, and concern, which deeply concerned James. Tears started to form in her grief-stricken eyes until she broke down sobbing completely. James, not knowing what he said or did wrong, just slowly wrapped his arms around her and let her cry into his chest.

"Lily, what's wrong?" he asked urgently. "What did I do?"

"Don't say that," she cried, her voice muffled against his chest. "Please, don't say that!"

"Don't say what? That I love you?" James asked desperately. Lily sobbed harder.

"Stop it!" she sobbed; now pressing her fists against his chest. "Stop saying that!"

"But, it's the truth Lily," said James, trying to calm her down. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me."

"James," she said quietly, pulling her face out of his chest. "I told you not to fall in love with me!" As though she were ashamed again, Lily buried her face in his chest again. It were as if the very thought of someone loving her was absolutely appalling.

"Well, it's too late, because I already have fallen for you," he said, taking her face out of his chest and looking deeply into her green eyes. "And nothing can change that, Lily Evans; nothing."

Lily closed her eyes nodded, as though accepting James's love and hugged him tightly, burying her face in his chest once again. James did not want her to hide that beautiful face so he lifted her head, leaned in and kissed her again.

Lily wanted to doubt James's love for her, but knew by the way that he kissed her, she would never be able to do that.

A note from the Jitterbelle. I know this chapter was ridiculously short compared to the other ones but that's just how it goes. But, this chapter has been…I hope…successfully revised. Please don't forget to review, as they are inspiring, but most importantly, please enjoy the story!