A/N- this is the second one shot and its Lily's reflections on what winter means to her. I'd also like to say a big thank you to the constructive reviews.
Winter
To me winter meant love.
Within the first few months of seventh year, I had slowly become accustomed to James Potter's prescience and he had started to grow on me. He had matured and had grown out of being that spiteful snob of a character that I had grown to hate. Instead he was somewhat a gentleman.
It was the 'new' James I had fallen in love with, we spent that Christmas together. I never liked going home, so I always stayed, the moment James discovered this he joined me as well as Sirius, because James and himself were constantly together.
It wasn't until a few months later that we started going out, I had to grow some balls and just tell him how I felt about him. Especially in time like these, you just never know when you're going to take your last breath, and I wanted mine to be with him, more than anything in the world.
And know I am.
We had a winter wedding, to be brutally honest I couldn't care that it wasn't white, I just wanted to walk down the aisle and interlace my fingers with his at the end, and leave there as Mrs. Lily Potter, my name forever more.
The first of December, according to my diary the day my platonic relationship for James Potter grew into something more, something I adored whole heartedly. I never told James that was why the wedding was then, he just accepted the fact.
He has always been a people pleaser, especially when it came to me.
That was a bonus of loving him, I fell for him, and everything else is a bonus.
A/N- Not the best, but I couldn't think of much to write for Winter, apart from her birthday, which seemed to selfish for Lily to reflect upon.
