Lily opened the curtains first thing in the morning, and it was all white outside just as she wished.

"Martha, wake up, It snowed last night," yelled Lily as she danced around the room. "Come on, Em, it snowed."

"It's just snow," murmured a sleepy voice from Martha's bed. "I've never seen you this excited before."

"Lily, it's 6 am in the morning," murmured another voice under the covers. "How come you never wake up this early on a school day."?

"You guys are no fun," said Lily as she started to get ready, to get ready for her first date with James. Well, it's really not a date, technically no, but.Lily stopped herself before she get too carried away.

Lily stepped out into the snow. Oh, it feels glorious. It feels glorious to be alive. She looked around, and there was no one there. It's still early, she thought. Besides, James never said a place or time, but Lily assumed it was here.

"Lily," a voice interrupted Lily's thoughts. "You are up early. You should show this much enthusiasm for school, then you'll never be late to Professor McGonagall's class ever again."

"James, stop making fun of me," said Lily pointing a finger at James. "One more word about my being late always, and I will leave."

"Your wish is my command."

"Come one," Lily grabbed his hand and they ran out into the snow.

Their adventure began. They ran until they were out of breath. Then when James wasn't looking, Lily threw a huge snowball at him. Of course, Lily wasn't James' match in the snowball fight, so it wasn't long before Lily folded her arms in front of her and said in a stern voice that it wasn't fun anymore. To cheer her up, James reluctantly agreed to be her target practice for snowball throwing.

Then they each built an miniature snowman. They sat down on a bench to dress up their little snowman. While James was intensely putting eyes and lips on his snowman, Lily stole a few looks at him. His cheeks were red and his eyes sparkled from all the exercise, and Lily never felt so happy before in her life.

"I'm done," announced James. Lily quickly reverted her eyes to her snowman. They put their snowman side by side.

"So perfect," said Lily, but suddenly James, with a mychivous look on his face, turned the snowman toward each other and moved them closer so they would share a kiss. Lily didn't know what to think.

"Ah, a little jealous of the snowman now," said James in a diflated voice.

Lily didn't know what came over her, but she leaned over and quickly kissed James on the cheek. "Now you don't have to be!" she said quietly while her face turned to the color of flames.

James looked surprised for an second. He never expected Lily to make the first move.

"Lily," James called out.

"What?" replied Lily as she turned her head towards him. Then his lips were on hers. Her eyes opened big, but she slowly closed it as James deepened the kiss. So, this is love, thought Lily. Then the kiss was over, and Lily was left with a heart beating so fast she thought it might explode.

"Come on, no use sitting here when we have all this snow," James grabbed Lily's hands.

They were not quiet a way from school. Lily suddenly noticed James was no longer walking besides her, but behind her. In fact, he was following her steps exactly.

"What are you doing?" asked Lily.

"There are two worlds you know, our world and the shadow world. When you die, you can chose to become someone's shadow so you never has to leave them," replied James looking intensely into Lily's eyes. "I want to be your shadow."

"So would I."

"Look at the time," said James. "We'd better get back before professors wonder where they disappeared to."

Lily said nothing, but simply nodded, not wanting this day to end

They ran back inside the school. They were laughing and dusting snows off of each other's coats when Lily felt a pair of icy eyes on them. She looked up and on top of the stairs was a slender, long blond haired girl looking at them with stone cold expression. If looks could kill, Lily was sure she would died a thousand times already.

Lily tugged on James's sleeve, who was dusting snow from his hair and who still haven't noticed the girl. Before James could look at Lily, another voice rang out.

"Mr. Potter, I have been looking for you the entire day," the unmistakable voice of Professor McGonagall rang out from their left. "Come, come, there's urgent business."

Professor McGonagall briskly took James away, though not looking back one last time at Lily, taking note of her appearance. Lily swallowed uncomfortablely, and started to walk up the stairs.

"Lily Evans, I presume," the blond girl called out as Lily walked past her.

"Yes, but do I know you?" asked Lily.

"No, and there is no need for you to know me, but I am giving you a warning. Stay away from James Potter. I have long had my eyes on him, and what I want, I always get."

"If you always get what you want, then why are you worried about me?" Lily said in the same icy tone the warning was issued in. "Excuse me, I need to change my clothes."

"Lily, where have you been all day long?" asked Martha the minute Lily stepped into the girls' room. "I have been looking all over for you."

"Well, I think the question is who she was with," said Charlene as she walked in with Emily.

"We thought the exchange between you and Rebecca, Lily," said Emily as she popped down on her bed. "Boy, that is the coldest girl you'll ever meet. I would tell you to be careful, Lily. She means business."

"But James doesn't like her. What can she do really?" asked Charlene, looking at Lily.

"What is going on? Why don't I understand what everyone is saying?" asked Martha looking from one girl to the next.

"Martha, I'll tell you later. I need to sort out some of my feelings right now," said Lily quietly as she walked into the bathroom looking forward to a long, hot shower.

"She in love, I know it," said Charlene.

"With who?" asked Martha.

"Who else? The one and only James Potter!" both girl said at once, throwing pillows at Martha.