Disclaimer I do not own Harry Potter :)

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Their lips were still locked when something opened in Lily's mind, something she had long forgotten and tried so hard to remember.

A great number of things opened in James's mind, things he should never have forgotten.

To think only two days ago, he believed this girl to be a compete stranger, someone he had never noticed before.

Lily pulled away, opening her eyes to stare at him.

"Lily, I'm so sorry," he whispered, "for everything. For forgetting about our friendship, forgetting about US, forgetting about you…"

Lily did not stop staring at him. There was a reason she had hated James Potter, and that reason was…

Well, that reason actually didn't exist.

James was still apologizing, not realizing that Lily's mind was elsewhere.

"…I mean it's horrible of me to simply forget I had ever had a best friend…"

Lily put a finger to his lips.

"It wasn't your fault, James," she mumbled. "I don't understand it myself…"

"Well now," Madam Pomfrey said, coming out of the door with her hands on her hips, "Miss Evans, you should be resting and Mr. Potter, you should be on a separate bed." The sternness in her voice when she said these words made them immediately obey.

Sleep came easy to Lily, since her body felt weak, broken, fragile.

Like it had been the first day she met Potter.

Innocent, muggle-born Lily Evans did not know where Platform 9 and 3/4, was, and her parents were not there to help her. She dared not ask a police man, and no one else seemed willing to help.

She stood between Platforms 9 and 10, in hopes someone would help her.

Lily hated feeling so defenseless. The damsel in distress role was just not hers to play.

A young boy with untidy black hair and a cart with similar belongings as hers kissed his mother good-bye; assuring her he knew how to get on the platform.

Lily cautiously walked up to him.

"Excuse me," she smiled her best grin.

James had never seen this copper-haired girl in all his life, but when she smiled at him, he couldn't turn away. Trying to seem like a "proper gentleman," he bowed. The girl laughed and her blazing emerald eyes shone.

James had gone fishing before, and he knew that you always needed good bait to grab attention.

Her smile had done that.

And when that attention was caught, you reel them in.

Her eyes were doing that.

Lily was surprised to see just how many people spoke to this James Potter. Term hadn't even started yet and he knew EVERYONE. He got invitations to sit with a lot of different people, each with (not surprisingly) only one seat left open for him and only him.

She was even more surprised to see James decline each one (including a compartment filled with very pretty older girls) and tell people he already had someone to sit with.

Lily wasn't surprised when it ended up being SHE he wanted to sit with. Being surprised was a massive understatement.

James Potter had taken a liking to Lily Evans. Once they settled in their own compartment, he saw that she was brilliant.

And yet she knew nothing of the wizarding world. Lily was the kind of girl you could go to asking what she wanted for her birthday and she'd name off some ancient books, some form of painting, or even something like…

"A kiss?" James questioned one day, when they were playing chess (wizard's chess that is.)

Lily nodded. "The deal was that whoever lost has to do whatever the winner wants, and I want you to kiss me."

James blushed and looked down. "It'll be my first," he muttered, looking up to see her facial expression.

She was smiling.

"Mine too."

Lily Evans was academic.

James Potter was athletic.

Lily Evans was fragile.

James Potter was foolish.

Lily Evans loved reading.

James Potter loved riding.

Lily Evans was in love with a James Potter.

James Potter was in love with a Lily Evans.

Some people find it's skeptical to be in love at such a young age. Not only that but love at first sight isn't very…realistic.

But once something is written in the stars, NOTHING will change it, not even the intrusion of an over-bearing father who is forbidding his son to go off kissing a muggle-born.

James Potter was furious with his father. He had asked his parents to allow Lily to stay with them for the Christmas holidays.

His reply had been that James was not allowed to speak to, look at, or even notice one such Lily Evans.

They didn't know there was a curse sent with the letter. They didn't know that the very moment both pairs of eyes finished reading the horrible thing, their lives had changed.

So that was what it was. Lily Evans woke up in the hospital wing, just in time to see the sunrise.

Everything made sense. All the pieces of the puzzle were now put together.

But one question remained.

Why hadn't Lily forgotten her friendship with James? She admitted that she would rather have hated him than forgotten such a boy existed. But the curse shouldn't have let her remember anything from their companionship, and yet she had.

Lily rose from her bed, wincing a little, and walked to the large window. There was a clear view of the lake's eastern horizon.

The mixture of blues, blacks, pinks, oranges, and purples was wondrous, all revolving around one answer to her meaning of life as well as why James had been haunting her for four years.

Love.

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A/N: Well I had been debating for a while whether I should just end it there or keep writing, but I realized I still had some loose ends to tie as well as following what J.K. Rowling has said in her first five books about Lily and James…Sooo this is not the end yet :)