Author's note: So very, very sorry I haven't updated in forever. I guess I had writer's block and then school again… and then a death to a really good neighbor… and then just… life is hectic. Ya'll can agree sometime or another. Well. I hope ya'll enjoy this. Pardon the 'ya'll' bit's, trying to get in tune to my inner southern person. Well… now that that awkward moment has passed… onto the story!

Chapter 3:

James is in L. O. V. E.

2 weeks had passed since that incident in the Common Room. Lily still shot him daggers every time she saw him. He couldn't help but feel bad, he had hurt her.

He was currently staring at the back of her head, she was doing homework at a table in the library and for some unbeknownst reason he found himself there, just staring at her, no book nearby, any parchment, just watching her as she worked.

Lily kept having the feeling she was being watched, but kept shrugging it off, one of the ghosts might be near by, she thought only to comfort herself. She was still nervous, and the only place she felt truly safe at was the library, but now… she wasn't sure.

Some people might say James was stalking her, but he knew better, he was in love, he knew it. Course, the feeling wasn't really mutual… He knew in reality that love was pretty far off for someone his age, maybe just a very strong crush or a liking, but he knew different. That was the only girl for him. There was no doubting it. He was going to marry her when he got older, right after graduation; they were going to have a bunch of kids. Course, he sort of wished these weren't just one way. He wished she felt like this for him as well, but they were only 11.

'One of these days...' he thought to himself '… She's going to like me back, and when that day comes, I'll change. But until then... on with the pranks'

And that's exactly what he did, he pranked people the rest of the year, Severus Snape was one of the favorites to pranks. Though his pranks got him yelled at by Lily, at least she would talk to him and acknowledge him. That's what he lived for, course he would be happier if when she spoke to him half the school wouldn't hear, and that her words would be kind rather than pig-headed, cruel, non feeling prat. Oh, but he felt, he was in love with her at only 11, it hurt him when she yelled at him but if that was the only way she would talk to him than by all means he was going to do it.

Author's note: Sorry it's so short, I might be skipping around, from like 1st year to third, then to maybe 4th, skip 5th, etc. Depending on what my plans are. Anyways, the story is going to stop being from Sirius' point of view, but his comments will be added. So please review. If you don't like… PLEASE beak it to me gently. Grazie. -Aqua