Something worth fighting for
Summary: His philosophy? If it isn't worth fighting for, than it isn't worth having. And Lily? Well she was definitely something worth fighting for. L/J
Disclaimer: Well just so you know this is all mine. Yup, I own Lily, James, Harry, Hermione… everything. Yeah, I wish. Nope sorry to break all your little hearts but this is all J.K Rowling's.
Lily Marie Evans. Talented, intelligent. Always organized, always on time. Friendly, caring, kind. Astoundingly beautiful. And she always seemed to smell nice too.
James Potter's dark chocolate eyes rested glued to this wonderful creature all throughout the class. He marvelled at how she could be so breathtakingly amazing when she was simply doing nothing. Sitting with her legs slightly to one side, her eyes attentively watching the professor. Every so often they would flicker slightly and her lovely fingers would loosen their grip on her quill. But then of course she would only sit up straighter and continue on with her numerous pages of notes.
Her thin, somewhat slanted script filled various parchments, stacked somewhat haphazardly on the corner of her desk. She never seemed to pause in this activity writing on, many times past the end of class, taking notations and hanging on her professor's every word. Her fiery red hair, was long and naturally wavy. Hanging to the middle of her back it framed her delicate face and made her pale skin glow.
Her face was charming, small subtle features that perhaps forgettable alone, combined to make Lily staggeringly beautiful, but in a unique and original way. She was certainly not someone who was easy to forget. But the clincher had to be her eyes.
Standing out like two white roses in a field of poppies, they shone with the radiance of not only her inner but outer beauty. Startlingly green, they were wide and almond shaped, slanting at the corner to soften her appearance and give her an air of innocent elegance. The few chances James had had to get close enough to truly admire them, he had soaked in every detail. Darkest at the center, shades of green rippled out from the black iris in sharp, jagged circles. They seemed to always be changing; sparkling, glinting portraying every emotion she felt. A weakness and a strength, you could always tell what she was feeling.
But you certainly didn't need to look into her eyes to tell when she was upset. Quick to love but quick to anger, she had a fiery temper to match her hair. Stubborn, she was a leader and would go to quite the extreme to get what she wanted. She didn't expect to have a fairytale life, and knew she was going to have to work hard if she wanted luxuries. And anyone who got in her way? Let's just say she wasn't so self controlled, as she liked. With her personality and screaming capacity, the Griffindor common room could get pretty heated at times.
Brilliant as well as beautiful, she had been at the top of her class the day she arrived at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Coming from a muggle world empty of magic but of that in legends and storybooks, the shy eleven year old had thrown herself into books and her studies not only out of fascination but also because of the protection they provided. If she stayed nestled in the world of parchment and written word, she wouldn't have to worry about making friends or enemies. As she grew older she learned this philosophy was irrational, as friends seemed to be just as important as studies most of the time. But ever since she found it important to have the best grades and always know what she was doing. It was her armour, her shelter against the new magical world she felt she would always, no matter how old, or how talented a witch she was, be somewhat of an outsider in. But Lily despite her insecurities had found friendship early on, and had held on to it. Others had come and gone but the friends she made those first few weeks, they would stay. So she had moved on happy and content with her newfound life, not having to worry about friends or schoolwork.
Oh yes she was pleased, very pleased. Then……..then came James Potter.
She knew she wasn't Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty. Not some beautiful golden haired princess who needs true love's first kiss to free her from an evil curse. No, unfortunately she did not have one drop of royal blood in her. So she didn't expect a tall, handsome, blonde, blue eyed, chivalrous, polite, caring, kind, intelligent, witty, wonderful prince charming to come swooping in on his white stallion. She didn't expect to be swept off her feet, or fall for love at first sight. She certainly didn't expect or believe it was going to happen, but she could dream.
One couldn't really tell from the everyday actions, or speech, but Lily was a hopeless romantic. But every time a girl would receive a rose or a sweet valentine, you could hear the small wistful sigh escape her lips that held just the smallest of smiles. She would escape into her dormitory to read for hours of romantic love tales, with horrendous obstacles that seem to always come between the lovers. No one enjoyed a good love story more than Lily.
But what did she get? No sweet murmurings, or anonymous love poems. All she got was a tall, raven haired, hazel eyed, disruptive, unruly, rude, untidy, smartass, quidditch playing prankster who obviously didn't know the meaning of subtlety! Oh no! He would come right up in the middle of the hallway, down on one knee, and ask her to go out with him. And as if that wasn't bad enough, his absolutely lovely partner in crime, Sirius Black, would be belting out, what in his opinion were romantic love ballads. And this was not a one-time thing either. James had since made it a point to walk her to and from classes, whether she wanted him to or not, to sit beside her in every course, to somehow manage to frighten off every other guy at Hogwarts, and to constantly bombard her with dates and proposals. It absolutely infuriated her! Now some of the more fluff headed girls asked her why, shouldn't she be flattered by all this attention? FLATTERED! She should be flattered when James will be pronouncing his supposedly undying love for her, and then less than ten minutes later be seen shoving his tongue down some poor girls throat! Oh no, he had no feelings for her; he just enjoyed embarrassing her daily and ruining any chance of her ever having some sort of love life. How she hated James Potter!
But it takes two to tango. What is poor James's side of this tragic tale?