”I will if you go out with me, Evans.”
He was James, and she was Lily, and one day they shared a kiss, but before that they shared many arguments,for he was cocky, and she was sweet, and matters of the heart require time. (x)
The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son.
Lily Evans manip for dearsnaps, with and without colouring, click for better quality
I need someone, someone who hears,
For you, I’ve waited all these years.For you, I’d wait ‘til kingdom come,
Until my days, my days are done.
Say you’ll come and set me free,
Just say you’ll wait, you’ll wait for me.
Just say you’ll wait, you’ll wait for me.
How come she married him? She hated him!
“And I don’t need an answer because I don’t care if you say that you don’t love me back. For now, what matters is knowing that you already have the knowledge that I love you.” (a gift for her)
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
Except James Potter never turned up from under that cloak. And Lily Potter never woke.
AU: On the night of 31st October, 1977, Lily Evans stumbles across one of Professor Dumbledore’s most curious possessions: a pensieve with the ability to view future events.
Inspired by [X]
They’d had a report of a former Death Eater hideout just outside of London. James thought the task seemed easy enough; go in, clear the area, gather any useful information of Voldemort’s location, and get out. He was always reluctant for Lily to go on missions, but he knew better than anyone how capable she was, so he found her and they immediately apparated to the scene.
They arrived on the ground floor of, what they assumed, was an empty house. Everything was running smoothly until James’ eye caught movement over Lily’s shoulder. She knew him well enough to understand what was happening before he even opened his mouth.
“Lily, look out!” he warned as she immediately spun around and sent a curse at the approaching masked figure. He disapparated away before it could hit him and Lily glanced back at James, apprehensive, “Do you think there’s more of them?”
“Probably” he replied with a reassuring smile, “but it’s nothing we can’t handle.”
They didn’t get far before a number of dark figures suddenly materialised, coming at them from all angles. They’d assumed the Death Eater they’d encountered earlier would return with others, but there were definitely more than they had anticipated. James silently cursed The Order for their faulty information and his decision not to leave when they had the chance.
They held their own for as long as possible, until Lily was confronted with four masked figures and ultimately disarmed. She stared them down, refusing to cower as she waited to be hit with a curse, until a familiar voice called out to her left; “Protego!”
James quickly shielded her with a spell, and then with himself as he stepped in front of her. She could tell he was finding it difficult as increasing numbers of Death Eaters joined the attack and cursed herself for getting disarmed, what good was she without her wand?!
James thought two against eight was bad enough, but with only one of them armed even he was overwhelmed. He faltered slightly when he heard Lily cry out in pain behind him, his heart jumping to his throat as he, too, was soon disarmed. The spells immediately ceased and an ominous quiet descended on the scene. James quickly turned to Lily who was clutching her stomach, but quickly assured him with a single look that she was okay.
They were both surrounded, and now without wands. Perfect.
Lily braced herself for the inevitable and squeezed James’ hand as the cloaked figures raised their wands against them in unison. The moment seemed to stretch on, until a deep voice cut through the silence; “Don’t!”
The owner of the voice stepped forward, “Lord Voldemort will want to see them.”
“Great” James murmured as his wife let out a relieved breath and the Death Eaters advanced on all sides. He glanced over at Lily, “any bright ideas?”
and that arrogant toerag is you, James Potter.
