Dear James,

Hello there, it's been a while since I wrote one of these. I found this box of letters while I was packing up to move into our new house, and thought it might make a fun trip down memory lane. I'd forgotten how ridiculous it all was, if you can believe it- our fights, Rich Davies' tongue, Sirius and Emma, Kendra Wood (seems strange to think she was ever not married to Amos Diggory with the way they carry on), all of the detentions we had, and, oh Merlin, even the lingerie. I'm as glad as you are that I held on to that lingerie.

I know how stressful things have been lately, with the war and my parents and planning the wedding, so consider this a housewarming gift. I hope you enjoy the flashback to Hogwarts. I don't know about you, but I really miss it some days. It was kind of nice when our biggest problems were each other, wasn't it?

But this is meant to cheer you up, not depress you, so I won't go too far into that. I just hope if you're feeling down, you'll read this and remember some of the good days we had back at school. Maybe we can even invite the Marauders and my friends for dinner some day? I know I said last week was the last time we were having them over (after Sirius and Peter nearly set fire to my flat!) but, hey, this is your housewarming gift, after all.

And, well, since the letters just kind of stopped after we got together, I figured I should give this a proper ending. My memory of this day is a little fuzzy, but I'll do my best.

So. I read your lovely letters, and I was...you can't imagine how those letters made me feel, James. I was so upset that day, and, well, not all of your letters were nice, but the last one helped me so much. I have only vague memories of my immediate reaction to them, I just remember my hands shaking while I was reading, and then hastily scrawling a note on my last letter (out of reflex, I suppose?) and running off to find you.

I ran into Emma and Alice on my way out the door (they had apparently come looking for me out of worry), and I rather rudely brushed them off because I wanted to get to you before you gave up. Whoops. Still feel pretty bad about that. Then, I all but sprinted out to meet you- well, okay, fine, I stopped running once I was outside, because I didn't want to arrive all sweaty and out of breath.

You were waiting out by my favorite spot on the lake, underneath that amazingly shady tree. Remember back in fifth year when we used to fight over that tree because we both wanted to sit under it, and then eventually Alice and Remus sat down and actually worked out a timetable? I think that's one of my favorite memories of those two, to be honest. But anyways, you were sitting under that tree, and I could tell that you were starting to get a little discouraged- you were kind of slumped over. Then, however, you heard my footsteps, and stood. When I reached you, your smile was bigger than I'd ever seen before, and I have to admit, my cheeks were aching from how hard I was smiling back.

"Evans." you said, sauntering forward and placing your hands in your pockets. "Knew you'd come."

"Oh, don't be arrogant, Potter." I said, mirroring your teasing tone. "Maybe I just wanted to spend time in my favorite spot by the lake. It is my turn, isn't it?"

You were still smiling, and I was still smiling back at you, and for a moment, that's all we did. Then, I began to feel a little foolish, and cleared my throat, straightening up. "Well?"

"Hold on, Lily, I'm savoring the moment."

I rolled my eyes, but that grin would just not leave me face. "What, are you really going to gloat right now?"

"Maybe." you said, laughing a bit."Okay. Okay. I'll do it. Lily Evans, will you go out with me?"

And quite honestly, I had a sudden impulse to say no then, just to see your face. Instead, I nodded, with my best Lily Evans sultry smirk. "Yes, James Potter, I would love to go out with you."

"Well." You grinned that charming grin of yours and stepped closer. "Great."

"Yeah, I figure, two hundred times, might as well throw you a bone."

"Oh, shut up." you said, and then I kissed you.

Side note: you, James Potter, are not at all sloppy with your tongue.

We stayed by the lake for a while, just snogging. I made sure to thoroughly mess up your hair, and you showed me exactly what I was missing with the (former!) dreamiest dreamboat to ever dream (I won't go into too much detail about that, because when we have kids, I don't want them to find any graphic descriptions of their parents snogging lying around the house). And after that, you know the rest- how Amos and Kendra got together the next week and he's hated you ever since (I hope our future child beats their future child in everything, just for the things he's said about you), how our relationship was pretty rocky at first, and our first few dates were pure chaos, but we've stayed together through it all and we will remain together til death do us part.

I'm sure of that last bit, by the way. I know things have been hard, especially after your uncle died, but I love you so much, and we have both been through worse. We will be just fine.

And on that note- we haven't written nearly enough love letters to each other, beyond these (although I'm still not sure if you have a bunch of letters stashed somewhere or if the title "Volume XIII" was just an exaggeration). Maybe once we're married, I could start an Unsent Letters from Lily Potter to James Potter aka Husband aka Sexy Volume II?

Just kidding. The letters will be sent this time.

Love,

Lily soon-to-be Potter

A/N: No, there will not be a second volume, but thank you thank you thank you all so much for reading and reviewing! I'm sorry if you've reviewed and I haven't responded, I'm very bad about that, but I have read and appreciated all of them! Thank you again so much!