A/N: James is Italic bold, Lily is Italic. Got it?
And because the other one was so short, here is this one. I kinda feel like I ripped you all off on the last one. Enjoy!
I don't own Harry Potter's world.
September 6, 1977
Today Moony asked Lily to "study" at the lake. I came along. As it turns out Lily and Moony were study there when I arrived (they were studying transfiguration). When I joined in Moony got all shifty. Lily noticed too and asked, "Remy, what's bothering you?" He forced a smile and said, "Oh, nothing, you know I just thought how N.E.W.T.s are a whole eight months away and how I must start to study for them." Both of us stared at him. Not even Lily, who was the top nerd of the year, was starting to study yet.
Just then a huge black dog jumped out of nowhere and jumped onto Lily and dragged her towards the lake.
I stared at Remy, but then this big dark mass of fur pounced on me and began to drag me to the lake. I screamed, I'm not ashamed to say.
I looked at Moony. He said, "I can't swim, go and get her."
"But that's Padfoot!" I yelled as I raced down the lawn to the lake. I would recognize him in Animagus form anywhere at any time.
The water was ice cold, freezing my bones off. The dog, I think it was a dog, was still dragging me forward. Then when we were about 100 meters from shore it let go of me and swam away. Then I discovered I was sinking.
Lily's red hair was floating around her, but she was getting shorter. I ran faster. Hoping to get there in time.
My last thought was, 'God, I hope James doesn't rescue me.' Then it all went back.
I dragged my flower through the water, and pulled her up onto the shore. Moony, Emma, Jen, Padfoot, Wormy, and Ava all ran over to where we were. I flopped down next to her, and began to try and get her to breathe.
Pump, blow in and hold nostrils, pump…over and over again.
Then her eyes opened and a fist hit me in the gut.
I found conscience with Ja—Potter's lips on mine. I hit him, hoping him as much pain as possible. "GET OFF OF ME!" I yelled.
"Fine way of thanking me for your life," he muttered.
"Thanks," I said stiffly.
"Anytime," I answered. "I am always here to save you. Always."
I stared at him.
Is he still cocky? Arrogant?...But he saved my life, I at least owe him something…NO. I don't. I will never go out with him. Ever.
Lily Evans
I don't think I imagined the flicker of want in her emerald eyes that I saw, but I must have, for it vanished as soon as it was there.
I must be ugly.
James Potter + Lily Evans = True Love Agony and Pain for James
There is no such thing as true love, otherwise I would have her now, in my bed.
James P.
I just had a thought:
Lily Evans + James Potter = True Love
But obviously he doesn't love me. Me, Lily Amanda Evans. The orphan. Everyone finds a reason to make fun of me and my misfortune. Maybe one day I will get to be kissed by those lips of James Potter…
I did not just write that.
Oh, Merlin, kill me,
Lily
Anyway, I already have been "kissed" by Potter when he saved me at the lake.