James and Lily Potter : Sixth year

Chapter 17: summer of sixth year

I love you, Lily. Those words changed Lily's whole perspective of James Henry Potter. She used to think of him as an arrogant prat whose head was so big that she was surprised he could still go up on a broomstick. But James, unfortunately, acquired an enormous crush on her in their fifth year together, which proceeded, eventually, into love. And Lily hated love.

Lily was what people called independent. She didn't need anyone else, much less a man, to help her stand on her own two feet. She had always insisted to both family and friends that she didn't need anyone beside herself. She made a vow to herself to never give her heart to any man, no matter how tempting, because it made her vulnerable. And Lily definitely hated being vulnerable, especially to heartbreak and rejection.

However, she found herself falling hard and fast for the great almighty James Potter. Could anything be worse?

She wished that they could go back to the times where they hated each other. Where they both shouted insults and curses at each other and had quite a few numbers of spats from the common room to the corridors.

But Lily had to admit that James had changed for her, and she found her heart slowly giving in to his so-called "Potter charm". Why had she fallen? James took girls' hearts, but he discarded them all away, except for Lily's. Oh no, he wanted Lily's heart, and badly. However, it was different this time. It wasn't just another fling; it was true love.

All her life, Lily had fought against love and vulnerability, but now, entering her seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, she fell harder and faster than any other bubbly girl at school, and it made her depressed. She admitted that she was in love with James, but she didn't want him to know. He'd probably shower her with love and gifts, find another girl who was ten times prettier than she, and then dump her without a blink of an eye. But somehow, she knew this time it was sincere. James was no hypocrite, as much as he was conceited and egotistical. Deep in her heart, Lily knew that James would never hurt her. But you'd never know, right?

So Lily had decided to consult her three best friends: Arabella Figg, Jennifer Dean, and Violet Walker. And all three had told her the same thing: stop worrying so much and have the boy already.

As serious as the situation was, Lily had to laugh at their replies. They could always make her life no matter what.

"Lily!" cried Mrs. Evans, shuffling near the entrance hall. "Lily, come down! We sup this very second!"

"Yes, Mum!" replied Lily, walking out of her room.

"What were you thinking about?" her mother returned slyly.

"Nothing," lied Lily, a flush creeping up to her cheeks. "Why would you think something's up?"

"You wouldn't happen to be thinking about James Potter, now, would you?" said Mrs. Evans, ignoring her daughter's protests.

"Anne, don't bother the girl so," scolded Mr. Evans, shaking his head at his wife. "Though, Lily, I wouldn't object if you were thinking about the boy."

"Father! I was not."

"You were too," said Petunia, smirking at her sister. "You're always thinking about that Potter, that I wouldn't be surprised if you two got married."

"If only you knew," muttered Lily, as she proceeded to the kitchen and sat down at the dining table.

The meal was a rather loud one. Petunia had started to brag about Vernon's accomplishments and his dream of being in charge of a drill company, which Lily found extremely dull and ponderous...just as awful as Binns' History of Magic classes.

"Aren't you going to your friend Jennifer's house soon, Lily?" inquired Mrs. Evans curiously.

"Yes, Mum, next week."