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I never thought of myself as having any loyalty, to anyone. I can barely be loyal to myself, much less any one else or so I thought. That was all changed by a chance meeting with one Lily Evans (I think that's Harry's mother's maiden name, if not correct me please), even though we were in the same house I had never paid her much attention. I will admit to being a stupid git for my first four years at Hogwarts, then I met her, someone I could be loyal to and eventually care about for more than myself. Remus seemed to think that I had lost my mind, but as long as my Quidditch game didn't suffer he wouldn't care all that much. Sirius, on the other hand, went crazy for a little while which is quite understandable considering the run-ins I had with Lily before my awakening. I remember all of this very well and have been reflecting on situation of how I first knew, now that our first born is on his way.
I have been taking myself back to the Hogwarts grounds, almost daily in my dreams. Now, I find it rather appropriate to record what happened on that fateful day in my sixth year. Let me set the scenery for you, Lilly and I had became friends after a rather unfortunate accident during our fourth year, the death of her parents because of this man whom some people called Lord Voldemort. Little did either of us know that this would not be the last time we ever heard of that horrible monstrosity. Back to the story of Lily and myself, one day in sixth year I made a step in good faith and was justly rewarded.
It was an abnormally sunny day on the grounds for the middle of winter, even though the weather outside is still as frigid as ever. Quidditch practice had been hell, our captain seemed to have gone on a bloody rampage those last few weeks. I, honestly, did not blame him. We had lost to Slytherin and because of that folly our asses were on the line for the Quidditch Cup, at least my friends supported me. The only reason I was still outside on such a day as that was because of one resounding issue that came up in my mind at the most random of moments. Lily Evans, a girl in Potions class with me, we had become really good friends over the last few years. The only real issue to be debated was, could we become something more? Lily probably did not have the slightest clue that I had been debating with my innermost soul whether or not to pursue that very question.
That problem, brought me to the lake on a day such as it was. In circumstances as unusual as these, one of my friends usually accompanied me, but the other two were off visiting Remus. That, consequently, left me on my own for the afternoon at least. As I walked past one of the many trees surrounding the lake, I felt the oddest feeling of urgency. I had figured out what I needed to do, little did I know that this impulse would take me to one of the least likely places for me to go, the library. I was utterly disgusted by that place, still am to this day, but my heart seemed to tell me that I should find Lily there. Thank goodness I listen to my heart, for once, she happened to be walking out of the doors just as I was about to enter that dreaded place. I still remember every word of that conversation to this day.
"James, quite a shock to see you here. Are you sure you didn't get lost on the way to Dumbledore's office?" Lily asked with a joking air.
"Yes, Lily, I know where I am and I was actually looking for you," I said, it's rather funny now to think that Lily didn't have any inquires as to why at that moment. She was known for asking practically any question imaginable, to anyone.
"Well, I suppose that is alright with me," Lily said.
"Lily, we need to talk. Away from everyone else," I said.
"Oh, we do?" Lily asked with raised eyebrows. "Well, do you wish to go to the room of requirement, then?"
"I suppose that would be as good of a place as any," I said rather reluctantly. There was only one bad thing about that room, it would make it very obvious what my intentions were to Lily and the rest of the wizarding world, if need be.
"So, how has quidditch practice been after that loss to Slytherin?" Lily asked.
"Hell, but that was to be expected from a captain such as Polstick. Thank Merlin he will be gone next year, maybe we'll have a captain decent enough to tell the bloody chasers what to do," I said.
"James, you shouldn't talk so about your quidditch captain. I am quite sure he is trying his best, even if his attempts are not completely on target," Lily reprimanded.
"That may be true, but he could at least have the sense to tell some of those bloody idiots what the hell they are doing wrong. It is his own fault if we lose the game to Ravenclaw in two weeks. Who knows, maybe McGongall will replace him with someone else," I said. To confess, Polstick was one of the few people at Hogwarts, besides Severus Snape, that could make my blood boil within seconds of him coming into my presence.
"James, dear," Lily said walking into the room. No, hold on one second. That's not what she said in the conversation we were having, I wonder where that came from? There it is again, I guess she wants me for something, I better go and see what is going on with her at the moment.
AN: I know that this chapter ends without everything being known. I promise the next and possibly final chapter will finish it out for you. Hope you enjoyed, feel free to review, even if you don't like it!