Disclaimer: The characters, Hogwarts, the wizarding world, the features of the wizarding world…not mine. Every root leads up to JK Rowling.
Somehow, for some reason or another, I had figured out by myself—a very long time ago—that I was a completely lost case. I was doomed…doomed to fall for someone who never really thought of me as a person who had enough heart to actually fall in love. Come to think of it, she didn't even think I had any feelings to begin with.
As it turned out, I did have feelings, I did have a heart, and I was capable of falling in love. Unfortunately for her—and for me—I fell in love with, well, her. Dandy, isn't it?
Lily Evans had always been a pretty sight. I knew that right from the start, but if you had told me a couple of years ago I would fall for such a girl, I would have walked off laughing and telling everyone I met that you were a downright clown. Actually, a lunatic was probably what I'd have gone with. But then it turns out, you would have been right after all. And I was the lunatic.
The joke is on me. James Potter, the joke is on your bloody, godforsaken self.
Well, I started asking her out at the start of our fourth year. Just for fun. Remus was against it of course, saying that it was not right to go around telling girls we liked them then leaving them a couple of days later. I wondered why he said that though, because never in my life have I done something so morally wrong. I could tell you about Sirius though, but it would take us roughly about a day or two…or three (and that's not counting our sleeping time, lunch, and tea—I need my tea).
Evans… or Lily… refused every plea, every request—just blatantly refused everything from me. She probably even rejected me in her dreams. Something that would normally be accounted as a nightmare for me was probably a fantasy for her. But let's not talk about that. It's not very pleasant.
It was now nearing Christmas. I'll be staying at Hogwarts with the Marauders (myself, and three other blokes…they're very insignificant, really) of course. There are still so many things we need to venture upon; time was running out. We had but a mere six months left until we're done with our seventh year. Then that'll be it. Goodbye to the good ol' salad days. Goodbye to the secret passageways, to the excessive pranking, to inter-house Quidditch championships… Worst of all, it's goodbye to Lily.
But that's not very pleasant either… I keep wandering over to the horrid aspects of my life. I'm not exactly one to indulge in things that I didn't like but couldn't change. But when it comes to—
"Prongs!"
I swiveled around in my seat. "What are you doing here?" I hadn't realized someone had entered the room. Didn't even hear the door open.
Sirius frowned. "Don't act like you own the place. It's my room, too, you know," he said, before throwing me my coat. "I came to save you from your, er, whatever it is you're having… your, uhm, brooding episode… or something…"
I raised my eyebrows and stood up from my bed and strode over to the window. "Hey, it's snowing." But then that didn't cheer me up so much, which came to me as a big surprise.
"Yeah, I was just gonna tell you that. Remus and Peter are outside. We figured a snowball fight wasn't as much fun without a deer, so I came up to force you to come down there and stop being morose."
I turned and glared at him. "A stag, Padfoot. I'm a bloody stag. And I'm not being morose!"
He smiled. "I knew that."
I shuffled around in my trunk. Wore a bunch of heavy winter clothes, along with the coat that he gave me, and went for the door. I could almost feel Sirius smiling behind me. Then, he said, "By the way Prongs, I just heard, Lily Evans is staying for Christmas."
Freeze. Breath. Smile. Now there's something pleasant.
I didn't look back so Sirius didn't see the humungous grin plastered on my face. But he seemed to have known that I liked that bit of info. I suppose the spring in my step was a tad too dynamic after all, despite the fact that I was trying my hardest to make it discreet.
Weeeell… that's just a taste of what my one-of-a-kind, green-eyed, feisty, little monster can do to people. She'll make you happy, hiss at you, drive you nuts, and sometimes, if you're lucky, she'll even rip out your ventricles, stomp on your arteries, gut your atrium, and cleave your aorta. She'll just completely… tear your heart to pieces.
It stings quite sharply, really.
…I don't know how and I don't know why, but by golly, she must have done something weird with this heart… Oooh yeah… weird indeed.
Hope that was worth a review.
It was a sudden idea to write something about Lily and James and I didn't really have time to run over this. So…well…there's my start. I'll be posting the next chapter at some point. Hopefully this weekend.
And I promise they'll be longer.