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LOVE
Who would believe that Lily Evans, Me, could actually relate to the word 'LOVE'? I never expected those feelings or wanted them. They just came. All of my friends have said they have way that I am feeling. We spent endless hours in our dormitory, just sharing our feelings and opening our hearts and letting anything that was in there fall right out. It was usually Em and Bella that were 'In Love' every month, week, day, and period. They said those words every night about different boys. Rarely Bec would share her true feelings, but I, I just had nothing to say. I never was really 'In Love'. I had the occasional snog and date, but I never really fell in love.
Suddenly memories of my friends came flashing back to my mind.
"I think I'm going to be marrying him. I love him. I LOVE HIM! I LOVE HIM!" squealed Emmeline Vance as she returned from her date with Sirius Black.
"I've already planned out our entire lives. Robert Davies and I have decided we're going to have 3 kids: Roger, Emily (because I put both of your names together)" Isabella added looking at Emmeline and me " and our final child is going to be called . . ."
"He loves me, he told me . . . . . but I don't know if I love him or even like him?" moaned Rebbecah as she tried (failing of course) to suffocate herself with her pillow. She normally had the entire male population of Ravenclaw asking for dates. She was too kind to refuse, so every Hogsmeade trip was spent with a different love struck puppy.
"I just don't think I really have feelings towards anyone right now, but Nicholas and Russell were really good kissers" was my usual input to our discussions. They hated it how I was never 'In Love'. They spent lesson after lesson trying to set me up with someone who I could fall in love with. In the end it was I who stumbled in love.
We met in our 1st year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchery, but it is too long to write 7 years. So I will begin where the real story began in my 7th and final year at school.
My 7th Year at Hogwarts
It was the first day of Autumn, September 1st, and I was walking with my parents to platform 9¾. My older sister Petunia said she too busy with school work. "That was a stupid excuse because your school term hasn't even started yet. You just didn't want to see me go off to that 'freak school' as you had always called it." I thought
I had been thinking about my sister the entire car ride and even as I was walking through the station. My concentration was nowhere to be found so it ended in an embarrassing accident. Stupid Petunia.
"CRASH!" Two trolleys, both with owls on the top had collided together.
"Oh so sorry!" I exclaimed as I bent down to pick up the two owls.
"Not normally like you Evans. Nice to see you again" said a voice. A voice that seemed familiar, but something had changed. It had matured.
I raised my head and to my great shock stood James Potter. His hazels eyes staring into my green eyes. He was a very popular boy at school. As a matter of fact he was one of the most good looking, charming, smart and arrogant boys at school. The only one who had the same or even more good looks, charms, smarts and arrogance would probably be his best friend, Sirius Black. All the girls blushed when they received a smile by them, all the girls giggled as they hexed people in the hallways and all the girls went into cheerleading mode when they played Quidditch. This year James would be probably be made Quidditch Captain for our house Gryffindor. He played seeker, and I was surprised that he could actually fly very well and find the snitch even though he wore glasses. I was brought back to reality when . . . . .
"Evans, Evans, WOO HOO, Lily you there?" he kept waving his hands in front of my eyes.
"Sorry. Just a bit shaken up that's all" I explained as I handed him back his owl. He still looked at me very strangely, he looked very concerned or amused.
While I had dozed off our parents had introduced each other and were now introducing their children.
"I'm James' dad, Harry" said James' dad as we shook hands "Nice to meet you." James and his father had the similar features, messy jet black hair, charming grin and stupid facial expressions. He got the rest from his mum, his eyes, nose and bad eye sight apparently because they both wore glasses.
"Nice to meet you too." I replied, then turned towards the very pretty lady with glasses next to James' dad.
"Hi, Lily Evans. Nice to meet you" I introduced myself as I would have done to the queen. (I bowed. Stupid stupid stupid!) James' mom seemed very prestigious and elegant. She reminded Lily of a princess or something.
"Jennifer, James' mum. Pleasure to meet you" she replied cheerfully. But instead of a handshake, she gave me a big hug. "James always told us you were pretty and intelligent, but he never told us you were beautiful and a sweetheart."
I looked as embarrassed as James did. He was turning pink in the cheeks and I could feel the blood rushing towards my face. He had been introducing himself to my parents and heard the last of his mothers' introduction. For around 10 seconds, which seemed like hours, there was an awkward silence between James and myself, but our parents just kept talking and talking. Finally I broke the silence.
"We've only got 20 more minutes until the train leaves" I reminded everyone "So do you want get onto the platform"
There was a sudden realization that they had been talking for the past 10 minutes. All of them nodded.
"Bye Lilikins. I'll miss you so much" my mother said as she held me in an even bigger hug than Jennifer did "We've got to drive your sister to school. Don't forget to send us lots of mail your way okay." Then what surprised me more then anything else this morning, was when my mother went over to James and gave him an extra long embrace, longer than mine.
"Lilikins. Just come over here" my father said before he pulled me into his famous bear hugs "Be good, have fun and most important, don't forget us"
"Bye Daddy" I yelled into his jacked. I would miss them so much.
My parents watched me through the barrier, where I was shortly joined by Jennifer, James then Harry. It felt a bit awkward, but right walking side by side with James' and his family. I was in the middle between him and his mum. I could see him glance nervously at me from time to time, but his mother seemed perfectly and didn't think anything was weird she just continued to smile until we reached an empty carriage near the end of the train.