Finally done, those "quote things" underneath the rubrics of the chapters are all wannabe wisdom/ future quotations from yours truly. Hope you enjoyed the Lily Trilogy, yours, Lumos Maximum!
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The Lily Trilogy
By: Lumos Maximum

Prolouge (Severus/Lily)
Remus/Lily
Sirius/Lily
James/Lily
(Harry/Lily)Epilogue

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Green-eyed Goddess
Such a devious, poisonous and dreadful curse it is. Love and all there is to it.

He was merely a baby, Harry Potter, when he fell in love for the first time. For him it had been Lily Evans red hair that had dazed him. He gladly took a hand of it and pulled it as hard as he could to see if he could get some for himself.

"My sweet Harry," his mother soothed and pressed him hard against her chest. "I know you love my hair, just like your father, but that hurts."

He let her hair go. Her hair fascinated him less when he was in the warmth of her bosom, safely laying between the hills that held his food. Eagerly he started to pat one in delight and laughed blissfully.

"Typical Sirius," his mother hummed and laughed along with him, and added, "Or like your uncle Remus if he ever got a grip of himself," like a spare in the moment thing.

She kissed his head softly. Harry loved her lips the most; they were always smiling towards him and laughing and letting out sounds. He could not say a word for himself yet but he loved to watch how her lips moved in a melody that he had yet figured out were speech.

"You know, my precious boy, you look at me just like Sev used to do when we were children," Lily hummed towards him and he watched her bit her lip. "Almost worshipping and I always wondered about that. I think he loved mommy, do you love mommy?"

Harrys focus on her encouraged her to continue her monologue.

"Do you know how I love you, besides all those thousand reasons you give me?" She asked him and lifted him up from her embrace to watch him closely. She inhaled him, her nose buried in his neck, tickling slightly. "Amorentia," she whispered to him.

Harry, who could not figure out what it was that his first love talked about, resigned to his daily chore of pulling her red hair with eager fists and giggling along with his mother.

He knew many others loved his mother. The black haired, cloaked man who looked at him with despise had been looking at her longingly. The scared man who only holds him stiffly had a softer tone reserved for his mother. Longhaired father always held his mother a while longer than the rest of them did and his real father pressed his rough lips against his mothers soft ones every chance he got. Harry Potter was never worried though, as his mother carried him out from his nursery to put him to sleep in her bed by her side.

He knew that he was the only one she loved back.

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