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A/N: Wow, last chapter! To all of you who have put this story on your favourites, alerts or reviewed, I have no words to express my gratitude. It's been a wonderful journey – and dare I say it – of self-discovery. I'm so glad to have shared it with you!

Finally, a shout out to Lexi-chan: Thank you so much for your very kind review, I hope this chapter didn't make you wait too long!

Here we go…

What does love mean?

First Year: From the moment she could, she read as many books about the new world, within her reach. And she fell in love with her savior, with the boy who lived. Or at least with the idea of Harry Potter.

Second Year: He wasn't particularly clever and he wasn't very good being around people. But that's what she found endearing about him. She knew that this was more than just a simple crush. She was no Romilda Vane, she knew the real Harry and in her twelve-year-old mind, she loved him!

Third Year: He didn't let them kill Pettigrew. He was so noble. So damn noble. The git. And that's why she loved him – for his great heart.

Fourth Year: He's going with Parvati. He doesn't want to go with her. He had asked Cho. And strangely, she doesn't feel an ounce of jealousy. Surely if she loves him she should be fighting with him? For not choosing her?

Fifth Year: He's grown on her. He is moody, rude and at times downright mean. Yet, she bears it. Because he is one of her best friends. And because she loves him and at some level she knows that Harry Potter loves her too.

Sixth Year: Why is she helping Ginny? More importantly, why does this actually make her happy? Since when has Harry being with other girls, made her actually so happy? And while we're at it, what does Ron see in Lavender?

Seventh Year: She kissed Ron. And instead of the warning bells, she felt…calm. This made sense. And while she realised her feelings for Ron, something else clicked in her mind. She loved Harry Potter, with all her heart. She's die for him (wasn't it obvious?) but she wasn't in love with him.

And then this war meant so much more. Because she was fighting for herself, her friends and her family – brother in all but blood, Harry.

….

First Month: I'm sorry I got you pregnant.

Second Month: I'm sorry that our child will be born into an imperfect world.

Third Month: I'm sorry I am so damn useless!

Fourth Month: I wish there was something I could do to take the pain of this world away…

Fifth Month: …but there isn't anything left anymore.

Sixth Month: Oh Merlin, what if he turns out like me? A monster.

Seventh Month: Dora, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left.

Eighth Month: But there is a promise I have to make. I'll be a better father than I was a son. A better father than I was a friend…and I know I caused you grief. But I'll be there for you, and for our baby. That's all what we've got, right?

Ninth Month: He's glorious isn't he? I've known this child for an hour but I already love him. Let's call him Teddy – for your dad.

…

First year: She's annoying. He's irritating. She's tidy and he's not neat enough. They argue, and fight and call each other names. No, they are definitely not friends.

Second Year: The teachers love her. The teacher's are wary of him. He teases her, she shouts at him and for goodness sakes; they are under no circumstances to be called friends.

Third Year: He adores divination. She thinks it's a load of bull. He tops in Transfiguration but she gets the highest marks in Potions. "Hey, Evans," he yells. She eyes him with exasperation. "No, Potter, I will not go on a date with you!" But don't be mistaken he doesn't really like her.

Fourth Year: He hexes Snivellus. She hexes him. He laughs at Hufflepuffs. She tutors them. She has red hair. He has black. She's got green eyes. His are hazel. They are polar apart. But don't they say that opposites attract?

Fifth Year: She's a prefect. He's got more detentions than Merlin himself. He's the Quidditch captain and she doesn't even own a broom. She's a muggleborn and he's a pureblood…and suddenly these things start to matter.

Sixth Year: "For the hundredth time, Potter, I hate you. I do not want to spend a day in Hogsmeade with you." No one notices his disappointment because they are all comforting her. After all, she just lost her parents from death-eater attacks.

Seventh Year: She cries. He puts his arms around her. She leans in and he holds her close. He's in the hospital wing. She rushes in. No words are spoken. After all, who needs complicated, unnecessary words when a simple kiss would suffice?

And in the dismal and bleak wizarding world, a new era began. An era where he no longer thinks she's annoying and she no longer hates him.

She's Lily and he's James. And this is their love. Unique and the reason why the things had to happen the way they did.

A/N: I had to end it with them. They are my favourite couple and their unfairly short but exciting life is so intriguing. Anyway, I'm not quite sure how well I answered the original question…hmm. For the last time, drop me a review?

-Vitzy-