This is a little fanfic I wrote, it's mainly a poem (a sonnet) but it contains more than the poem. The sonnet has slightly inaccurate features and I know that, it only happened because it was done by me and I'm not good at writing sonnets like Shakespeare or who ever. The sonnet is in italic. By the way but I might do another part to this.
Lily's Poem to James
Lily lay on her bed she thought about her life, James, her friends and James. She took out a parchment and her quill. She remembered what she was taught in muggle school: sonnets.
She began to write to James:
"Oh what to do when summer comes this year,
When you'll be far across the world somewhere,
And I'll be home annoying my sister about here,
At least my parents like me like I am."
She remembered how her sister was always mean since she found out Lily was a witch, but her parents were very pleased about this.
"I see you glance at me a lot everyday,
You think I do not glance back many times,
But I look at you not knowing what to say,
I listen to you not tasting sour limes. "
She remembered how she always forgot everything bad when she looked at him.
"Many days may pass but I can still admire you,
For your pranks are unique in their own way,
How many times you have asked me to be true,
And want me to say "I love you", at least today."
She remembered everything, then she realized what she was writing. She wanted to wait a bit more before she revealed her love. She decided to go back to how she always behaved. Though she still didn't know why she wanted to do that.
"But I refuse for I hate you uniquely,
I don't love you, it can be said simply."
She folded the parchment up. She went out the dormitory and into the common room to find James. She found as usual he was with the marauders. She waited until he was alone. Soon he had decided to leave the common room for some reason. She followed him out without anyone noticing her. She quickly handed the paper to James and returned to the common room undetected by the others.
A confused James stared at Lily as she quickly returned. He looked down at his hands, the was a parchment in them. He wondered what Lily could have wrote. He read the poem Lily had written for him. He smiled. He knew how hard she was trying to hide her love and knew at once what Lily was thing as she wrote each part of the sonnet. He loved her such a way he knew what she thought most of the time. This poem brought him great happiness because he knew it wouldn't be long before Lily actually revealed her love.