When I Fell
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine.
"When did you fall in love with me?"
It was a simple question, tossed out unprompted after a quiet evening consisting of taking turns rocking newborn Harry.
James glanced at her sideways, the rims of his spectacles catching fire in the candlelight, eyes wide, raw and vulnerable.
Lily looked at him for a long moment, eyes searching, and drawing a breath, she spoke.
"It was the last Quidditch match you ever played at Hogwarts. Just as the Snitch was caught, the setting sun came piercing through the clouds, bathing the pitch in a red-orange glow. Up there, silhouetted against the burning sky, your hair glinting gold at the tips, you looked like the most beautiful angel I had ever seen. And as you descended, you turned to the Slytherin Chaser, Benjamin Trent, put out your hand, and said-"
"'It's been fun. Despite everything, I'll miss this, and I'll miss you. Good luck.'"
James's mouth seemed to move of its own accord as he spoke again the words he had uttered long ago, borne of a fierce sense of loss and nostalgia.
Lily nodded, lips curving into a soft smile. "In that moment, seeing you speak words of kindness to the boy who had been your rival for seven years, united in your sense of belonging, I knew I loved you, and always would."
"When did you fall in love with me?"
James gave a wry sort of smile, one side of his mouth quirking up in an almost conspiratorial manner. "You know when, you always have. I fell in love with you when I was fifteen years old, and you told me that as much as you hated my fat mouth, you could never hate my eyes, because my eyes were always kind to you; even when my mouth was not. And that, Lily Potter, is when I knew."
A/N: I don't know why, this just randomly popped into my mind.