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A/N: Ok this is my first stab at James and Lily so tell me what you think.

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Haha ok guys I just wanted to change up my disclaimer a bit, no harm no foul :P Anyway this is the same story but I would like to thank everyone from the fourms who reviewed my story and helped me look for improvements. I would also like to thank Obviously394 for being my beta! She did an amazing job!

So thank you guys for reading and I would of course appreciate a review!







Lily Evans was sitting by the window, her book lying in her lap, long forgotten. The light from the full moon made its way through the window, hitting some of the natural gold highlights in her vibrant red hair. And though Lily enjoyed her time to herself, when she could sit in the Head’s Dorm and curl up with a good book, tonight she simply could not concentrate. James Potter had left her, a couple of hours ago, and since then, her head had been a whirlwind of confusing thoughts.


This year had been so unusual, but not in a bad way, just different, compared to the previous six. Ever since she had stepped on the Hogwarts Express that first year, things had been the same. She had entered Hogwarts with a best friend at her side and an arrogant bully on her tail. James Potter had been a nightmare during her first year. Severus and Potter, along with the rest of the Marauders, had taken an instant dislike to one another. Lily had to admit that she was not fond of James either, during her first year; he was rude, arrogant, and seemed to enjoy the fact that he and his best friend Sirius were from pureblood families, and already knew how to do things like fly and cast minor spells.


Sometime during her third year, however, things began to change. Sure, Severus was just as much of a rival of the Marauders as ever, but he seemed different now. He would spend hours in the library his nose buried in books from the restricted section, or in the Slytherin common room talking about the contents of those books with questionable people. Despite his unusual new interests Lily still did her best to be friends with him. But Severus was not the only one who had change. James seemed to start taking a liking to Lily. Asking her on trips to Hogsmeade, trying to do things to impress her. Lily was not impressed and James’s antics seemed to anger Severus even more than they irratated Lily.


And now here she was, in her last year of Hogwarts, Head Girl, and things were definitely stranger than ever. Her friendship with Severus was practically non-existent but her relationship with James had definitely changed. This year he seemed so different. He was kind, intelligent, and Lily found herself beginning to seek out his company. Of course the old James was still there, and as vibrant as ever, but this year it seemed to be a more mature version of him and she found that she liked this version…a lot. It was already November and he had not asked her out once and she found herself missing it.


It had been like this all year. James would do small acts of kindness that meant the world to her. Like checking up on her in the morning to make sure she got up in time for breakfast, or offering to help her with her Transfiguration homework. She was good in the subject, but James was phenomenal. There was even one night when she fell asleep on the couch, only to find herself in her bed and tucked in the next morning. The only person who could have carried her there was James, but when she questioned him later about why he did it he merely shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and said it was no trouble.


What is the matter with me?’ she thought, leaning her head against the cool glass pane of the window and pulling her blanket tighter around her. ‘Here it is, my first night alone in at least two weeks, and I’m spending it thinking about James Potter!’


Lately, everything had been so very different. When she came downstairs in the morning and saw him smiling at her, her stomach would do a swoop, as if she had accidentally missed the last step on the stairs. When she talked to him for too long she often found she could not concentrate on the conversation, and spent more time staring at his gorgeous hazel eyes. And the thought of James carrying her to her room left her skin burning with desire, something she had never felt before. And then like a Bludger to the head, it hit her; the swooping feeling in her stomach, her lack of focus in a conversation with him, the pleasant burning of her skin. Lily groaned and pressed her head against the window again.


This can’t be happening,’ she thought. ‘Oh damn, this can’t be happening.’ The glimpse she caught of James, walking outside, and the swooping sensation that followed confirmed her thoughts. ‘I’m falling for James Potter.’ Lily let out a deep breath and watched the window fog. Her finger lazily traced a heart in the fog, and she let her eyes trail back down to where James Potter stood. There he was, with Sirius and Peter. Remus was missing, probably off visiting his mother again.


The three of them were all creeping along the yard, glancing from right to left as if they were looking for someone. They all made their way to the Whomping Willow, and all she could see was were their silhouettes. Suddenly one was missing, as though the earth had swallowed him whole. She couldn’t tell which one it was, but not a moment later they were all gone.


Lily tried to ignore her gut - which was screaming that something wasn’t right - and picked up her book again. Hours later, and after she had read the same line at least eight times, something drew her attention back to the window. A long high howl pierced the night sky, and Lily visibly shuddered. No animal sounded like that, it was almost…human. Something dangerous was out there, and it was then she saw something that made her breath stop. She saw James, only for a moment, stumbling across the yard, clutching his left arm.


Lily threw off her blanket in a panic and pressed herself against the window to try to see as much as she could through the fog. Then she saw it, stalking across the yard. A savage, terrifying wolf, and running after it was a large black dog. The wolf looked mussed and hungry, and it was then that it reeled onto its hind legs and gave a long howl. ‘Wolves can’t get on their hind legs,’ Lily thought, her mind frantically searching for an answer. And that was when her gaze made its way to the ever bright, shining moon.


The ever bright, shining, full moon. That was not a wolf.


Lily threw her blanket to the floor and barely had time to snatch her wand and coat before she raced out of the portrait hole. James was out there with something that could change him forever, if he lived through it. Lily’s loud steps echoed through the hallways and she tore through corridor after corridor, trying to get outside. She was nearly at the exit when she rounded a corner, and collided right into an unsuspecting person; who had, apparently, been carrying quite a few books, judging by the number of books on the floor.


"Watch where you’re going, you…" Whoever it was stopped talking. Lily looked up to find an young man, ashen faced, with greasy long black hair and a rather large nose. "L-Lily?" he stuttered. Snape reached down to help Lily up, but she scurried to her feet without his help.


"I’m sorry, Severus. I didn’t mean to run in to you," Lily said quickly. ‘But I have to go." Lily brushed pass Snape but he latched on to her arm and stopped her.


"Why?" he asked, "What’s wrong?" Normally, Lily would have ignored his attempts of reconciliation, but she had to go, and it seemed as though he would not let go of her arm until she explained herself.


"There is something going on outside," she said quickly. "I’m not sure what, but I saw James out there and I think he’s hurt, and there is something out there, Severus. I don’t know what it is, but I think it could kill him! I have to go." Snape listened to Lily’s story and his face visibly darkened at the mention of James. But just as Lily said she was going out there, Snape glanced outside and he looked at the moon.


"You’re not going out there, Lily." Snape warned, taking a step toward her.


"What do you mean I’m not going out there?" Lily snapped.


"It’s dangerous Lily, and I won’t allow you to go outside and put your life in danger for Potter." Snape spat out the last word as if were poison and he then latched hold of Lily’s arm, holding her firmly in place.


Lily wrenched her arm out of his grasp. "I can risk my life for whomever I choose, Severus," Lily snapped, "Even if it is James."


"Since when do you call him James?" Snape demanded.


"Since when do you care?"


"You’re not going out there, Lily, and that’s final! I won’t let you get yourself killed for Potter!" Snape grabbed hold of Lily firmly by the shoulders.


"I said let go of me, Snape!" Lily shouted.


Both of them froze, and Snape’s hands dropped limply to his sides. Not once, ever, had she called him by his surname. Lily seemed to be aware of her mistake, and her gaze dropped to the floor, almost as if in shame. But an apology never grazed her lips.


"Why do you care, anyway?" Lily whispered. When Snape didn’t respond, she continued. "L- look, I’m sorry, but he needs me. I have to go, Severus." And before Snape could say one more word, Lily turned around and headed outside, leaving Snape in shock; he fell to the ground and pressed his head in his hands.

























Lily rounded the corner and entered the bitter night air. She pulled her jacket closer around as the wind bit at the exposed pieces of flesh. Her chest heaved up and down. ‘Where are you, James?’ she thought. It was dead silent. ‘Oh, bad choice of words, Evans.

A twig snapped behind her; Lily whirled around, her wand drawn. It was silent again, and all she could hear was the sound of her own breathing. Or was that her breathing? She felt something warm hitting the nape of her neck in short gasping breaths. Lily took her hand and slapped at the back of her neck where the warm hair was hitting. Hesitantly, as almost if knowing that no good could be behind her, Lily turned around and was horrified to find a fully-grown werewolf staring her in the eyes, his mouth hanging, drool dripping.


Lily let out an involuntary scream, and stumbled a few meters backwards. She tripped over her own feet and fell to the ground, her gaze on the danger in before her. The werewolf reared onto its hind legs and let out a familiar howl; it got down on all fours once more and crawled towards her, slowly gaining speed. Lily crawled backwards, still focusing on the werewolf, but she wasn’t quick enough.

'So this is it.' she thought. 'Here is how I'm going to die, mauled to death by a werewolf for being so stupid! I'll never see my parents again, I'll never earn Petunia's forgiveness, Severus hates me, and James! James will never know, that I......that I actually...'  But that's when her thoughts faded off. Her killer was less than two strides away and Lily just couldn't turn away. Just as the werewolf leapt into the air, Lily uselessly shielding herself with her arm, a giant black dog collided with the wolf, throwing him off to the side.


Lily scrambled to her feet, clutching her wand tightly in her hand. Just as she stepped forward to help, a brilliant stag stopped right in front of her, his antlers, pressed against her body, holding her firmly back. The stag was staring at her with a pair of brilliant hazel eyes that were unusually familiar. It stepped forward, shoving her farther away from the scene, when suddenly she heard and yelp and peeking through the stag's antlers she saw that the dog had been thrown off. The werewolf turned its attention back to Lily and the stag.


The stag turned around, its antlers facing the oncoming predator; and with one more look back at Lily, silently begging her to stay put, he charged at the wolf. Lily’s hand covered her mouth as the stag tried to pin down the werewolf. The stag pawed at the wolf’s head and pinned his paws to the ground. But then, in an instant, the wolf gained mobility of his left paw and slashed at the stag. The stag stumbled off looking sick and Lily nearly heaved as she saw four deep, dark red lines appear on the side of the stag.

The stag fell over to the side, gasping for air and the werewolf maliciously turned a hungry gaze to Lily who finally manage to turn her wand on the attacker. "Stupefy!" she yelled. The wolf fell back unconscious just as dawn began to break over the horizon.


Lily panted for a moment and then rushed over to the stag that had saved her life. She had to tend to his wounds. As she ran his fingers along the outsides of the cuts and found her hand absolutely covered in blood. The big black dog came up to her and stuck its head by the wounds, whimpering softly. "Oh my God...." Lily whispered softly to the dog. "He....he's losing blood... too much blood."


Slowly, the body of the stag began to change. The legs adjusted, the antlers disappeared, and the hooves were replaced themselves with fingers. Lily jumped back in surprised as the beautiful stag in front of her turned in to none other than the even more handsome James Potter. "Oh, my God…James!" Lily shrieked. His breath was coming in short gasps and his hand was clutching his chest.


Lily looked over at the werewolf. She had to get James away from it, but before Lily could begin to drag James away, the werewolf started changing as well. The claws retracted, the hair receded, and the teeth shrunk. Lying on the ground was the quiet, sensible, Remus Lupin. "Oh, my God," Lily moaned. Lily rushed over to check on Remus and almost stepped on a small rat scampering across her path. He was hurt some, there were scratches on his face and chest, but he was still knocked out.


"We have to get them to the hospital wing, Lily."


Lily turned around in search of the voice. There, on the ground, on all fours, was Sirius Black. He was right where the big black dog used to be.


"Sirius?" Lily breathed, "How did you…?"


"No time to explain," he said quickly, rushing over to Remus’s side. "Levitate James to the hospital wing. He has more injuries, and you’re better at it than I am. I’ll take Remus."


Lily nodded quickly, too shocked to argue. She ran over to James and quickly levitated him ever so slightly. James moaned in pain when she did. "Don’t worry, James," she whispered. "We’ll have you there soon. You'll be fine I promise, just please hold on James...please"



























It wasn’t until late that evening that James finally opened his eyes. Remus had awakened and after seeing Lily he apologized profusely, saying he would never come near her again if she wanted it that way. Lily shrugged off his apologies, saying it's not like he could help it. Sirius had been in and out of the hospital all day checking up, on his friends and bringing Lily her schoolwork, since she refused to leaves James's side, despite Madam Pomphrey's orders. And Peter had visited once, but was there at the same time as Sirius, who began interrogating him on why he didn’t help. Peter was so frightened he scurried out quickly and said he would come back after the others were awake again.


When James woke up, he found Lily sitting in a chair, right by the head of his bed. Her head was resting on her fist, her elbow propped up on the armrest, as she seemed to drift in and out of consciousness. Her left hand was resting on top of James. Her hair was mussed, there were forgotten schoolbooks laying by her side, and she looked like she hadn’t gotten any sleep all day. James smiled; she’d never looked better.


James tried to make as little movement as possible, but Lily still felt it. She opened her eyes slowly to find James looking back up at her. Lily smiled sweetly before her smile suddenly dropped and her eyebrows burrowed into a frown. And then, before James could comprehend what Lily was doing, she reeled back her hand and smacked him hard on the arm. James visibly winced as Lily’s hand came in contacted with some of his bruises.


"You’re an idiot, you know that, Potter," she snapped.


"Nice to see you too, Lily." James answered, rubbing the sore spot on his arm.


"Are you insane?! I mean, an illegal Animagus, James? Really, did you and your friends have to go there?" Lily shrieked.


James rushed a hand to Lily’s mouth. "A little louder next time, Evans. I’m fairly sure the people in Australia didn’t hear you." Lily glared at James from behind his hand. "Yes, Lily, I’m an Animagus. Do you think you can keep this bit of information to yourself?" When Lily nodded, James reluctantly took his hand off her mouth.


"Why would you do something like that?" Lily asked her voice much quieter than before.


"Couldn’t let Remus go through every full moon by himself," James stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Lily nodded, some of what he said made sense.


"Why didn’t you tell me?" she asked quietly, her hands fidgeting in her lap.


"It wasn’t my story to tell." Lily nodded again and a long comfortable silence followed. It was many moments later when James finally broke it.


"How did I get in here?"


"I brought you."


"Thank you."


Another long silence followed, but this one was far more awkward than the first. Finally, sick of the tension, James spoke up.


"Lily?"


"Yes?" she said quickly, looking up from her lap.


"What’s wrong?" Their eyes locked, and those two innocent words seemed to unlock the floodgates. Lily looked back down at her lap in an effort to hide her face but James could still see a few stray tears roll down her face.


"You almost died, James." Her voice was just above a whisper. "You got here just in time. Any longer, and they don’t think you would have made it. I just – I just don’t know what I would have done if you had – had…"


James took Lily’s hand in his and pulled her over to sit on the edge of his bed. James took his hand and lifted up her chin so that their gaze was locked again.


"I’m fine now, Lily," he said, smiling a little.


"I know, it’s just – oh god, I’m being stupid." Lily furiously wiped the tears from her eyes.


This time James smirked. "I didn’t know you cared so much, Lils."


"Well, of course I care," Lily snapped. "I mean, it’s just, when I was worried if you would make it, I just felt so – so horrible. I realized how much I would miss you and I realized I would never get the chance to – to do this."


And then quickly, almost hesitantly, Lily pressed her lips to James’s. It was soft and innocent, and Lily pulled back not more than a moment later, a little surprised at her own boldness. James just sat there, his eyes wide with shock, until they filled with something else. Longing, regret, sadness, and Lily immediately became afraid of what she had just done.


"Please don’t," James croaked. "Don’t kiss me just because you feel sorry for me, or because you thought I was going to die. If you really want to be with me, then be with me. Just don't do this because you’re scared." She was so stunned by what he had just said that she didn’t move for several moments.


James took those agonizing seconds as a sign; he groaned and closed his eyes, and began to turn over to his side. He stopped halfway when he felt a gentle but firm hand on his shoulder.


"James," she said softly. James turned around and his eyes locked with hers. Lily sat there, biting on the bottom of her lip. She had spent seven years avoiding this guy, seven years of his torment, and yet for some reason it all suddenly seemed irrelevant. All she could see were his large hazel eyes, laced with regret, pain, and maybe the slightest trace of hope. It was then she knew, without a doubt, exactly what her answer was.


"I really want to be with you." The largest grin she had ever seen began to spread across James's face.


"I was hoping you’d say that," he said, before reaching behind her head and pulling her face down to his.


Their lips met instantly and they both seemed to come alive at the touch. This kiss was much different than before. While the first had been soft and barely noticeable, this one held a lot more feeling. And while James didn’t even respond the first time, his lips moved hungrily over hers and he seemed to pour out seven years of waiting, seven years of watching, and seven years of wanting.


Lily happily responded when she felt his tongue run over her bottom lip, and let him deepen the kiss while she tried to move in closer. She had been lying on top of James, and somehow, though she wasn’t sure when, he managed to flip them over so now he was on top and taking control. If James was in any pain from his injuries he didn’t let it show, nor did he much care. At this point he couldn’t feel much of anything, except the person underneath him.


James was straddling her now, letting his hands wander down from her neck, while hers wound their way through his already messy hair. Lily let out a moan as James's hand found its way to her hip. He smiled into her mouth and was about to let his hand wander down her leg when they heard a loud crash behind them. Both pulled apart and whipped around to find a dumbstruck Sirius, who had apparently been carrying a tray a food, now splattered around his feet.


"I’m sorry," he said. "I must be in the wrong room. I’m looking for James Potter, and Lily Evans. Certainly you two can’t be them, because my best mate would never be able to get away with that." He was smirking by the end.


"You have the worst timing, Padfoot," James grumbled, rolling over to let Lily out from underneath him. Lily scampered off the bed and stood shyly by the head of the bed, while James sat up, facing Sirius.


"Apparently I missed a lot," Sirius stated, sitting down in Lily’s abandoned chair.


"A hell of a lot," a voice called from the other side of the room. They turned to find Remus, who now was sitting up reading. "They’ve been like that for twenty minutes now."


"You were awake!" squeaked Lily.


Remus went back to staring at his book and answered,"For a long time Lily, a long time." Lily became, impossibly, more red; she felt like she was going to sink into the floor when she felt a large hand clasp hers. Lily looked up to see James smiling up at her like never before. An equally great smile spread across Lily’s face and she allowed James to pull her back to the bed and she sat right next to him as his hands traveled up and down her arms and played with her hair.


"So, Prongs, you feeling any better?" Sirius asked raising an eyebrow in Lily’s direction.


"You know, Padfoot," James said grinning at Lily. "I think this is the best I've felt in the last seven years."

 






A/N: So what did you think? I made a few changes to add more emotion. I would really like to know if that helped. I also am thinking of writing a short story in companion with this one shot but I'm not sure if its a good idea yet. If you guys think I should write a short story as a spin off from this one shot then please revew and let me know! I would appreciate some opnions :D Thank You guys so much for reading!


Hey guys I lost a lot of reviews when the fourms were down so if you could review I would appreciate it!


Hey my one shot officially has over 5,000 reads and I just want to thank everyone so much :). I appreciate them all!!!

GOOD NEWS GUYS! I AM WRITING A SEQUEL!!!! JUST WANTED TO LET YOU ALL KNOW! HOPE EVERYONE IS AS EXCITED AS I AM!!!





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