Lily had pinned the photograph up on the wall beside her bed. She liked the
way that the shadows played on her face, she liked the way that she had
looked natural in the photograph, and she like liked the fact that some one
had cared enough about her to take a photo of her.
Lily never felt cared about, especially at school. At home, she was the youngest daughter (luckily, she only had one sister) but it always felt very much like she was fighting to be recognized. Usually when Lily was at home, her sister petunia turned into a real bitch. Petunia was spoilt, and every one knew it.
Sure, her parents loved her, and she loved her parents. But Lily always knew she was different. And her father knew that she was different to, that was why Lily and her father got along a lot better any one ever expected.
Lily's father knew about the magic world, he always had, he was the son of a squib, so a few of his uncles and aunts were witches and wizards.
Sometimes magic skips a generation and that was what had happened. Lily and her father both recognized that she was special, and he knew it was because she had magic in her. That was why her father was so proud when Lily got her Hogwarts letter.
Lily's mother and sister, however, thought that she was a freak. That hurt Lily the most, her own mother thought that she was a freak because she had a special gift. Lily's mother decided that yes, Lily could go to Hogwarts, because yes, out of sight out of mind.
Lily's parents split up while Lily was in her fist year at Hogwarts. In some ways it was a good thing, because once the truth was out about the magic in the Evan's blood, her mother made her fathers life a living hell.
Now during summers, Lily would have to spend half of her time with her mother and half of her time at her father's house. Lily didn't like that; she would have rathered spending all of her time with her father. At least he asked her questions about her school work.
And no one really acknowledged her at school, the teachers did, because the recognized her talent, and she always knew the right answers to the questions they asked in class. But other than that, no one ever even realized she was there.
Especially not some one like James Potter.
She had spoken to him a few times, mainly congratulating him after a good game of quidditch. He some times asked her to explain spells that they had learned, but that was as far as their friendship had ever gone.
Lily spoke to the others even though she found herself uncomfortable around them. Sirius sometimes joked around with her, but she didn't have the confidence to tell him to stop it. Some of the things that he said, even though he was only joking around, had really hurt her.
Lily found Remus to be the easiest to get along with. They had shared a table in the library a few times when they had to study for a test. They both understood the need to study and study hard for exams. Remus would always greet her with a smile.
But they were not exactly what you could call friends. That was why she had been a little freaked out when James presented her with the Photo. This guy knew nothing about her, and yet, this photograph seemed to see right into her.
There was something about the way the picture was taken, but it seemed that herself in the photo was showing way more that herself in real life ever did. James had used his camera and he had seen right into her soul.
It was unnerving. James Potter had seen something in her, even if he didn't realize that he had.
She wondered if James understood what he had done by taking the Picture.
Glancing at her watch, she realized she was running late for potions. She only had ten minutes to get down to the dungeons. She stood from her bed where she had been relaxing and picked up he text book, note book, and a few (unchewed) quills and went to leave the room.
She stopped, she felt as though she had forgotten something, but she couldn't place what it was. Moving back to her desk, she dug around the things to look for what her brain was telling her she was forgetting. But there was nothing there that she needed.
Lily turned to leave again, and then stopped. As an impulse, she reached out and untacked James' photo from the wall and slid it into the back of her text book.
Then she turned and left the room.
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Even though she had ran almost all the way from her room, Lily was still late for class.
She entered the room quietly when the teachers back was turned. And took the first available seat, which just happened to be at the back of the class room. She practically flew to the seat and sat down.
Lily scattered her things around the table to make it look like she been there since the beginning, and it was only then that she realized who she was sitting next to.
James Potter.
Lily couldn't help the blush that rose in her cheeks "If any one asks, I have been here all along? Ok"
"Ok" James smiled, and then dipped his quill into his ink pot and began copying the information off of the board. Lily did the same.
She chewed on the end of her quill as she read the information off of the board in front of her. James couldn't help but watch her out of the corner of his eye.
She had no idea how the simple action of her chewing on a quill had driven his crazy in the last few days. He had spent hours just thinking of the quill and the way she nibbled on it.
Never before had James Potter envied a quill.
"Could you please stop staring at me James, it is making me uncomfortable" Lily mumbled under her breath. James nodded and mumbled some sort of apology, but Lily's thoughts had taken over, and she couldn't hear him.
Why had he been looking at her? He had never looked at her before. He had never really given her the time of day before. But now they were sitting together in class and looking at her out of the corner of his eye.
And she had told him that he was making her uncomfortable, which was true. She didn't know weather James' attention way unwanted or not. She liked him as s person, but she just didn't know him well enough.
"Now, if you will open your text books to page 200" The teacher began, Lily took her book and began to flip through the pages.
"Uh, Lily, it seems that I have forgotten to bring my book with me, can I share yours?" He asked, Lily smiled and placed the open book in the middle of the desk where they could both read from the pages.
As James looked down at the book, he noticed something. A slither of black and white that was sticking out of the back of the text. He was curious, he knew that he really shouldn't be looking through her things, but he just wanted to know.
He pulled the item, and was surprised by what he saw.
It was the picture that he had taken of her. The photo that had been haunting it since he took it. Lily saw James movement and turned to him. The blush rose in her cheeks immediately.
"Do you carry this around often?" James asked. Lily shrugged, not wanting to say yes or no, she didn't know what to say really. How do you answer a question like that?
"I just really like it, is all" She replied and turned back to her work.
James watched her as she copied notes from the text into her own workbook. Lily liked the photo. Lily liked the photo enough to carry it around with her. It was all to amazing, all just to good to be true.
"I am glad you like it" James replied. He looked down at the picture once more, he thought that he had memorized every part of the photograph, but now that he looked at it again, there was so much more to it that was portrayed in the crisp black and white.
James wondered if he would forever be comparing his work to this one picture that he took of Lily. He wondered if he would ever take a photo this good again. He wondered if he would ever want to take a really good picture again.
He also thought about the subject of the photograph. Would he ever have the opportunity to take a photo of her again. Would he ever have the guts to take another one of her. Would she professionally pose (tastefully, of course) if she asked her.
Well, he knew he would never be able to live with himself if he didn't ask
"Umm, Lily, I was wondering if maybe, you would like to be a model for me" James asked. Lily looked shocked.
"A model?" She questioned.
"Yes, well, a subject, I would really like to take your photograph again, with your permission, of course" James replied.
"I don't know, I just ... I don't know"
"Well, umm, do you think you could think about it please?" James asked, he felt like a complete ass for just asking her like that, but there was no way to take it back now.
Lily just looked at James, trying to process the confusing request.
"Yeah, sure James, I will think about it."
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Lily never felt cared about, especially at school. At home, she was the youngest daughter (luckily, she only had one sister) but it always felt very much like she was fighting to be recognized. Usually when Lily was at home, her sister petunia turned into a real bitch. Petunia was spoilt, and every one knew it.
Sure, her parents loved her, and she loved her parents. But Lily always knew she was different. And her father knew that she was different to, that was why Lily and her father got along a lot better any one ever expected.
Lily's father knew about the magic world, he always had, he was the son of a squib, so a few of his uncles and aunts were witches and wizards.
Sometimes magic skips a generation and that was what had happened. Lily and her father both recognized that she was special, and he knew it was because she had magic in her. That was why her father was so proud when Lily got her Hogwarts letter.
Lily's mother and sister, however, thought that she was a freak. That hurt Lily the most, her own mother thought that she was a freak because she had a special gift. Lily's mother decided that yes, Lily could go to Hogwarts, because yes, out of sight out of mind.
Lily's parents split up while Lily was in her fist year at Hogwarts. In some ways it was a good thing, because once the truth was out about the magic in the Evan's blood, her mother made her fathers life a living hell.
Now during summers, Lily would have to spend half of her time with her mother and half of her time at her father's house. Lily didn't like that; she would have rathered spending all of her time with her father. At least he asked her questions about her school work.
And no one really acknowledged her at school, the teachers did, because the recognized her talent, and she always knew the right answers to the questions they asked in class. But other than that, no one ever even realized she was there.
Especially not some one like James Potter.
She had spoken to him a few times, mainly congratulating him after a good game of quidditch. He some times asked her to explain spells that they had learned, but that was as far as their friendship had ever gone.
Lily spoke to the others even though she found herself uncomfortable around them. Sirius sometimes joked around with her, but she didn't have the confidence to tell him to stop it. Some of the things that he said, even though he was only joking around, had really hurt her.
Lily found Remus to be the easiest to get along with. They had shared a table in the library a few times when they had to study for a test. They both understood the need to study and study hard for exams. Remus would always greet her with a smile.
But they were not exactly what you could call friends. That was why she had been a little freaked out when James presented her with the Photo. This guy knew nothing about her, and yet, this photograph seemed to see right into her.
There was something about the way the picture was taken, but it seemed that herself in the photo was showing way more that herself in real life ever did. James had used his camera and he had seen right into her soul.
It was unnerving. James Potter had seen something in her, even if he didn't realize that he had.
She wondered if James understood what he had done by taking the Picture.
Glancing at her watch, she realized she was running late for potions. She only had ten minutes to get down to the dungeons. She stood from her bed where she had been relaxing and picked up he text book, note book, and a few (unchewed) quills and went to leave the room.
She stopped, she felt as though she had forgotten something, but she couldn't place what it was. Moving back to her desk, she dug around the things to look for what her brain was telling her she was forgetting. But there was nothing there that she needed.
Lily turned to leave again, and then stopped. As an impulse, she reached out and untacked James' photo from the wall and slid it into the back of her text book.
Then she turned and left the room.
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Even though she had ran almost all the way from her room, Lily was still late for class.
She entered the room quietly when the teachers back was turned. And took the first available seat, which just happened to be at the back of the class room. She practically flew to the seat and sat down.
Lily scattered her things around the table to make it look like she been there since the beginning, and it was only then that she realized who she was sitting next to.
James Potter.
Lily couldn't help the blush that rose in her cheeks "If any one asks, I have been here all along? Ok"
"Ok" James smiled, and then dipped his quill into his ink pot and began copying the information off of the board. Lily did the same.
She chewed on the end of her quill as she read the information off of the board in front of her. James couldn't help but watch her out of the corner of his eye.
She had no idea how the simple action of her chewing on a quill had driven his crazy in the last few days. He had spent hours just thinking of the quill and the way she nibbled on it.
Never before had James Potter envied a quill.
"Could you please stop staring at me James, it is making me uncomfortable" Lily mumbled under her breath. James nodded and mumbled some sort of apology, but Lily's thoughts had taken over, and she couldn't hear him.
Why had he been looking at her? He had never looked at her before. He had never really given her the time of day before. But now they were sitting together in class and looking at her out of the corner of his eye.
And she had told him that he was making her uncomfortable, which was true. She didn't know weather James' attention way unwanted or not. She liked him as s person, but she just didn't know him well enough.
"Now, if you will open your text books to page 200" The teacher began, Lily took her book and began to flip through the pages.
"Uh, Lily, it seems that I have forgotten to bring my book with me, can I share yours?" He asked, Lily smiled and placed the open book in the middle of the desk where they could both read from the pages.
As James looked down at the book, he noticed something. A slither of black and white that was sticking out of the back of the text. He was curious, he knew that he really shouldn't be looking through her things, but he just wanted to know.
He pulled the item, and was surprised by what he saw.
It was the picture that he had taken of her. The photo that had been haunting it since he took it. Lily saw James movement and turned to him. The blush rose in her cheeks immediately.
"Do you carry this around often?" James asked. Lily shrugged, not wanting to say yes or no, she didn't know what to say really. How do you answer a question like that?
"I just really like it, is all" She replied and turned back to her work.
James watched her as she copied notes from the text into her own workbook. Lily liked the photo. Lily liked the photo enough to carry it around with her. It was all to amazing, all just to good to be true.
"I am glad you like it" James replied. He looked down at the picture once more, he thought that he had memorized every part of the photograph, but now that he looked at it again, there was so much more to it that was portrayed in the crisp black and white.
James wondered if he would forever be comparing his work to this one picture that he took of Lily. He wondered if he would ever take a photo this good again. He wondered if he would ever want to take a really good picture again.
He also thought about the subject of the photograph. Would he ever have the opportunity to take a photo of her again. Would he ever have the guts to take another one of her. Would she professionally pose (tastefully, of course) if she asked her.
Well, he knew he would never be able to live with himself if he didn't ask
"Umm, Lily, I was wondering if maybe, you would like to be a model for me" James asked. Lily looked shocked.
"A model?" She questioned.
"Yes, well, a subject, I would really like to take your photograph again, with your permission, of course" James replied.
"I don't know, I just ... I don't know"
"Well, umm, do you think you could think about it please?" James asked, he felt like a complete ass for just asking her like that, but there was no way to take it back now.
Lily just looked at James, trying to process the confusing request.
"Yeah, sure James, I will think about it."
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