|Have a Jily one - shot! I'm looking for a cover for this one if anyone could send me one that'd be great.
Lily was often stuck in the middle, just another shade of grey. She had a good group of friends but she was neither the quietest or the loudest, neither the cleverest or the dumbest. She wanted to be different and she wanted to stand out but the only person who seemed to see her for who she actually was, was James Potter.
This did not help Lily sleep at night.
How was she supposed to get a good job and look after her mother and father back at home, how was she meant to fight in a horrible war if the only person who cared was James Potter?
Everyone thought Lily was a strong person, a real fighter. Maybe she was just someone who was good at holding in her feelings.
Every night Lily would sneak out of the doors and climb to the astronomy tower, she’d sit on the wall with her legs dangling over the edge and wondered what it’d be like to fall. She wasn’t scared of heights.
One winters night as Lily sat on the tower a tawny owl flew toward her holding a folded piece of parchment.
It read:
Lily,
Don’t come home for Christmas, your parents are both ill.
Petunia
Lily felt like she couldn’t carry on any longer, no-one cared about her. She was just that girl, the one with the red hair.
She stood on the wall and looked down, she wouldn’t leave a note, no one would know or care why she’d jumped. They’d forget soon enough.
She leant forward her hair flowing behind her in the wind. Her arms spread she let herself fall, it felt like she would never need to think again.
She heard a scream from below her, but was too scared to open her eyes. She landed on something hard and lumpy which grabbed onto her as she carried on falling. As they hit the ground both she and the lumpy object screamed.
She should have died. But instead she looked up into the face of the object she’d hit.
“Potter.” She muttered, shaking her head.
He sat up.
“Lily? What were you thinking, we have to get to the hospital wing. If I hadn’t been flying under you that very second you’d have died.” He shouted in panic.
“James, you don’t get it do you. I didn’t fall. I jumped.” She screamed at him, angry at him for saving her.
“No. No. You fell. I won’t believe it. Why? How would we have coped without you?” He stared into her eyes, both of them on the verge of tears; maybe from the pain of the fall.
“You would.” She told him firmly.
“No. Lily, don’t you get it? No-one could have coped, I’d have wanted to jump off there myself.” He cried.
“Why? Why do you care so much?” Lily pulled him closer to her to try and shake some sense into him.
“Because I you have a life ahead. One day you’ll fall in love and have four children, and you’ll live happily ever after the end.” He smiled.
“That’s all very touching James but who’d want to marry me?”
“Me.” He leaned even closer, closing the gap between their lips. It was an emotional kiss, both letting out their anger. But there was a deeper feeling, a spark. The spark which never died out. And so began the love of Lily and James Potter.
“Right you!” James said hauling her off the ground. Her lips burning, her body clinging to his, wanting more. “Hospital wing now!”
