Who knew? Who knew that we Would be together? Who knew that our lives Would come together And we'd be close? Who knew that? We'd share our thoughts And feelings freely And not worry about what The other would think? Who knew? He did...

*Lily's POV*

I'm standing here, in my wedding dress, my auburn hair matching that of redwood leaves in mid September. I don't believe that the once arrogant, bullying toe rag-my own words-that was James Potter is now a completely grown, responsible adult. He knew. He knew all along that we would end up together. How he knew I'd never know. But he told me once that he knew he loved me from the moment he saw me at the sorting. I still remember the first thing he said to me...
"I'm James...James Potter" "I'm Lily Evans."
"Okay Evans, see you later..."

I hated that he called me Evans. And the way he smirked. I hated his hair and the way he ruffled it. I hated everything he represented...he was toxic, and I liked it. (AN: I'm listening to Toxic right now and my sister is dancing weird to it...freaky...)