It was a windy night in 1974 when four boys sat on the sofa to play Truth or Dare.
"Truth or Dare, James?" asked Sirius, his grey eyes twinkling with mischief.
"Dare," smirked his best mate James.
"Alright then, I dare you to go on a date with Evans."
"Sure," shrugged James, then turned over to the other sofa where Lily Evans and her friends were talking. "Oi, Evans!"
Lily crossed her arms as she turned to look at the Marauders. "What is it, Potter? Make it quick."
"Go out with me? C'mon, I need to win this game of Truth or Dare, I promise I'll give you chocolate afterwards."
The redhead raised her eyebrows, a playful smirk slowly appearing on her face. At last, she said, "Eh, sure," and went back to doing homework and chatting.
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Seven years later, Neville was the Boy Who Lived, because Lily never saw James as something other than "The guy who gave me the best chocolate in Honeydukes" and James never saw Lily as something other than "Some girl in my year". James and Lily were normal friends, and nothing more than that. Harry Potter never existed.
A/N: PARODY! Not to be taken seriously.