Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Hogwarts, or anything that has ever been mentioned in the Harry Potter books does not belong to me. I would like to own them, and make billions of dollars every year, but the only thing in this story that is mine is my plot, if you can call it one. I am simply one of those very sad people who obsess over something that isn't real. Thank you for your time.

Chapter One

James Potter, 18 year old seeker for the Puddlemere United, former marauder, illegal animagus, and one of witch weekly's top ten most eligible bachelors, sat on his bed thinking. He was a year out of Hogwarts, shared an apartment in London with his two best friends, was rich, famous, and he had everything he wanted. Well, almost everything…

"Brooding about Lily Evans again, Prongs?" Sirius Black, aka Padfoot, a beater on James's team, had just walked into the room.

Sirius Black was known as a happy-go-lucky person, at least on the outside, and half the girls at Hogwarts had been willing to kill to get a date with him. But there was more to Sirius than meets the eye. Sirius's mother was probably the most heartless person James had ever met. She had pushed to have Sirius become like her, a pureblood fanatic, and while Sirius's little brother Regulus, who was now a death eater, complied obediently, Sirius had rebelled.

Since Sirius had known James since they were both toddlers, he ran away when he was 16 to the Potters' house, and lived there until he was old enough to rent his own flat. He still didn't talk to anyone in his immediate family, who disowned him, and ignored most people in his extended one.

Since they had known each other for so long, Sirius could always guess what James was thinking about. He even knew that Voldemort had killed James's parents back in 7th year before James finished reading the note. James usually didn't try to keep things from Sirius, so this wasn't difficult. They had gone to school together, become illegal animagi together (Sirius was a dog, and James was a stag). They, and Remus, aka Moony, a werewolf, were as good as brothers.

James sighed, and replied. "Padfoot, I do not brood. And I was not thinking about lily Evans."

"Liar. You had the dreamy, happy face on. Come on, Prongs, it's been a year. You should be over her by now."

"It's hard to get over someone, Padfoot. Considerably harder when that someone is someone who you never wanted to break up with in the first place," James said sadly, staring into his hands.

"You told me it was a mutual thing!" Sirius screeched, aghast. He liked to think that he knew James better than James knew himself, and he didn't like it when James told him things that proved to be incorrect.

"It was, kind of. She said that we should be just friends, and I was too shocked to do anything but nod. I love her, for Christ's sake. I was going to ask her to marry me right after we graduated, Hell, I had had the ring in my pocket for the last month, and then, she broke up with me. I thought I was going to die. I kept up a brave face around you guys and the rest of the school, but inside, I was broken up into thousands of tiny pieces.

"Have you ever been in love, Padfoot?" Sirius started to say something, but James held up a hand to stop him. "I know that you really liked Arabella Figg, but that doesn't count. You never told her, you never asked her out, so it's kind of your fault that you two never went out.

"I loved Lily. Hell, I still love her. If I had a choice between making her happy and making myself happy, of her dying or me dying, I would choose myself to suffer both times. I would give anything to make it so that she lived a life free of strife, of pain, of sorrow. That's how much I love her, Padfoot. But I guess I was wrong when I thought that she felt the same way, I thought she truly loved me back."

Before Sirius could reply, the door of the room opened, and Remus Lupin came in.

If James was the leader in their group, The Marauders, and Sirius was the energy, than Remus Lupin was the brains. He was the smartest person in their year at Hogwarts, and even now, if you looked closely enough into his eyes, you would see the sparkle of intelligence that few people possess.

But Remus Lupin was different than everyone else. Remus was a were-wolf. He had been bitten when he was four, and so for the next seven years had been completely friendless, since people were scared of what they didn't understand, and being a werewolf was one of those things.

He had expected his years at Hogwarts to have been the same way, but he reckoned without James Potter and Sirius Black. They had been looking for someone who could work out the difficult parts of the pranks they played, and Remus fit the bill perfectly.

They had become steadfast friends, and didn't abandon him when they found out what he was, but instead, along with their third friend, Peter Pettigrew, who they hadn't really talked to recently, had become illegal Animagi. It was a dangerous thing to attempt, but in the end it only strengthened their friendship. They had had a few mishaps in those many years, but they were still as close as they had always been, and they figured they always would be, no matter what happened.

Remus had had trouble finding a job, being a werewolf, until St. Mungo's had allowed him to become a healer. He wasn't around the house as much, because he was either putting in long hours to compensate for the full moon.

He spoke to both of the men in the room, with a very calm, yet happy manner. "Hey, guys. Guess who I saw today, Lily Evans and Arabella Figg."

James felt his pulse quicken at the mention of lily's name, and stammered out. "D-did you really, are they okay, what are they doing are at the hospital, they seeing anyone..."

Remus chuckled, and answered, "James, calm down. They were fine. They're aurors, and they brought in a few death-eaters in last night. However, one of the death-eaters decided not to give up quietly, and hit lily with the cruciartus curse. She was in a lot of pain, but she's fine now. as for the other questions, I know that they share an apartment somewhere in London, but as for the rest, I don't pry, unlike Sirius."

Sirius started to protest loudly, but James cut him off. "It's okay, Remus. She's probably forgotten all about me by now. I bet she's probably found some guy who's absolutely perfect for her, and is that happiest that she's ever been in her life. She'll have forgotten that she ever knew someone named James Potter."

Little did he know that, a few blocks away, a certain red-head was thinking about James Potter after all, and about the love she had given up.

Lily Evans sat on her bed thinking about something that she had sworn she would forget. James Potter. He had been her enemy, her friend, and her love. She had broken things off with him right before graduation, and had tried, and was still trying, to forget about him. It was just so hard, though.

At the most inappropriate times she started remembering the way his hazel eyes sparkled whenever he saw her, the way his raven hair was always untidy, and the way that that made him even cuter then ever. Usually these remembrances always happened when she was on a date with another guy, which was never a good thing. Guys don't really appreciate being second in one's thoughts, as Lily had figured out early on.

"So what did you think of seeing Remus today?" That was Arabella Figg, one of Lily's best friends and roommates.

Arabella, or Bella, as she preferred to be called, and Lily had met 12 years ago when Lily saw Arabella coming to visit her aunt, also named Arabella, who was a squib and lived in the same town as Lily. They had been in Gryffindor together, and had shared more secrets, done more pranks, broken more hearts, and were probably closer than anyone else in their year except the Marauders.

She had a come into Lily's room while Lily had been distracted. Lily got up startled, and Bella's face broke into a sly grin. "Thinking about James again, Tsk Tsk. One must never think about ex-boyfriends that one has dumped. And don't deny that you were thinking about him. You're blushing a rather brilliant red."

"Alright and what if I was thinking of him, what does it matter?"

"It's just strange, that you always think of him, and never of your current boyfriend. What's his name again, Michael?"

"David, its David. And I do think about David, just not very often." lily said between gritted teeth. She didn't like the direction this conversation was going.

"Whatever. Anyway, if you are always thinking about a guy, then you like him. If you like him, then why did you break up with him?"

"I don't understand your logic."

"Lil, tell."

Lily stood up abruptly, wanting more than anything for this conversation to end. "Look Bella, don't you dare criticize me about what I've done. Have you ever been in love? I know you have a crush on Sirius black, but that's like a schoolgirl infatuation. You have no idea what its like. I'm scared out of my mind, because I'm a muggleborn, and Voldemort is attacking them and their families. If I stay with James it's likely that he's going to be targeted. I also had no idea what was happening between us.

"Everything felt right, and it is what makes it so frightening at the same time. It's terrifying, knowing someone so well that you feel like you've known and loved each other all your lives, even when you haven't. I decided to break things off before they got out of hand. Yes, I love him, but its better this way. We can forget each other and move on with our lives."

"Lily, you won't be able to forget James Potter. It's been proven to be impossible."

"I can and I will. I have to, Bella. Don't you get it? The heir of Gryffindor and a lowly mudblood can't fall in love with each other. It just doesn't happen. It's completely against all the rules.

Bella slowly walked out of the room, and lily could have sworn she heard her mutter, "I think it's a bit to late for that, Lily." After Bella left, lily sat staring up at her ceiling for hours, her mind filled with thoughts of the one person she both wanted to see desperately and also to forget.

TBC

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