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I do not own Harry Potter, because then why would I be writing under the name of That Elusive Reader?
September 10, 1977
Today Jen made me get onto a broomstick. I didn't want to. I warned her. She didn't listen.
So that's how I ended up in the middle of the Quidditch field on a broomstick. When I finally gave up, Jen just made me ride behind her.
Then you-know-Plotter showed up, the git, and Remus and Black. I wanted to run, or fly, away immediately.
"HEY, LILS!" yelled Sirius. "HOW 'BOUT COMING DOWN FOR A NICE SNOG WITH JAMIE!"
"NOT EVEN WHEN MY HAIR TURNS BLACK!" I yelled back. Jen laughed.
"YOU SURE?"
"OF COURSE!"
"I THINK POOR JAMSIE IS WAITING VERY MATURELY!"
"NEVER!"
I then laughed, but my laughter was cut off by Jen pulling up suddenly. Then, where the broom had been moments before, was air.
I watched as Lily fell off the broom my sister was on. I swore I would kill her if Lily didn't make it out of the Quidditch Pitch. The only coherent thought in my head was, 'Lily is falling.' I then jumped on my broom and raced to where she was falling.
Then James came up and caught me.
She fell into my arms perfectly. I wasn't thinking as I leaned down and kissed her. She didn't stop me. I was surprised.
"Lily?" I murmured.
"James," she breathed.
"I truly mean it when I say I love you, Lily," I whispered.
She shook herself. Nudging the want in her eyes away.
"No, I don't believe you, Potter," she said quickly.
I drew back away, not believing it. "Fine, Evans."
I hated myself for making a fool of myself. But as I said before, I don't want to be the girl James Potter finally got.
Stupid tears, why do you have to drip on my page.
Wishing James actually loved me,
Lily
When we got down I left, not wanting to be around the rejecting red-head. I think I'll go find a nameless girl to snog in a closet now, I need to get Lily out of my mind.
James