A/N: Erm... hi guys. So, I know I should be working on 500 Days of Love and I'm sorry, but this idea came into my head and I couldn't stop thinking about it. I hit some road blocks with 500 Days of Love and I'm only about 1/3 of the way through the next chapter. I'm going to try to finish it before I leave for camp in NYC which is on the 15th so look out for that. ANYWHO, this story is an amnesia story based off Harry Evans and The Vow, neither of which I am claiming to own. Please enjoy (: I'm guessing this will be a pretty short story, with about five chapters, but we'll see. I might decide I want to make it longer or shorter. These updates will hopefully come pretty fast seeing as the idea is fresh in my brain and I haven't hit writers block yet.

EDIT: Oh my god, guys if you read this before I changed the Potter/Evans names confusion I'm so sorry I put you through that. It's fixed now.

"Hey, Lils," greeted James happily as he entered the room. He bent down to place a light kiss on Lily's cheek before pulling up a chair next to her and beaming.

"Oh Merlin, Lily, I can't wait to tell you what happened today. So I was talking to Padfoot and…" He went on and on, excitedly blabbering about his new plan to set Peter up on a date with a girl he met on the tube and how lunch with Moony had went and so on. He squeezed her hand as he talked, waiting for any constraint or relief from her fingers, though he found none.

After about thirty minutes of the one sided, non-stop chatter, the door banged open and in waddled a heavy-set doctor. "Well, hello Mr. Potter. How are you today?"

"I had a wonderful day," replied James, "I was just telling Lily about it." He turned back to Lily to flash a smile at her shut eyes.

Doctor Clarke Edwards, a muggle doctor of over thirty years, did not ask if there was any response from Lily. He knew all to well what James's answer would be. Instead, he responded with a simple grunt and nod of his head.

The lights overhead flickered a bit, their fluorescent glow adding to the greenish tint of Lily's skin. James quirked one eyebrow at the doctor when he stayed put in the room, tapping his pen on his clipboard while he stared noncommittally at the flashing bulb.

"Is there something I can do for you, Doctor Clarke?"

Snapping at of his reverie, Doctor Clarke said, "If I may just speak with you out in the hallway for just a moment."

James nodded and followed him out, though he was unsure why they had to do it outside of the room. It wasn't like Lily could really hear them when they talked in front of her.

"Mr. Potter…" started Doctor Clarke.

"You can call me James."

"James… I think we need to talk about the possibility of your girlfriend not waking up."

James squinted his eyes, confused at the sentiment. "What do you mean? Of course she's going to wake up, she just needs some more time."

"It's been two months, James. I don't think she's going to wake up."

James stood with a dumbfounded expression, mouth slightly agape, as he heard the words leave Doctor Clarke's mouth. "No, of course she is. Why wouldn't she? She's just… she's still just recovering. Please, Edwards, just give her some more time."

"I'm sorry Mr. Potter, but Lily's parents have stated that she wouldn't have wanted this. She would have wanted them to pull the plug if the possibility of her waking up looked this bleak. James, please listen when I say even if she did wake up, we don't know what her mental state would be. She might not be able to walk or talk, let alone remember who you are."

"Please," gasped James, who was choking on the tears streaming from his eyes. "Please, just give her more time."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Potter, we can give a day to say goodbye."

Not able to hold his own for one second longer, James collapsed onto the ground and against the wall, sobbing. He ran his tear stained fingers through his hair and yanked at it, hoping this was some kind of twisted dream. They were only eighteen years old. They were only eighteen.

The sound of footsteps faded as Doctor Clarke left, James a sobbing mess on the cold floor of the hospital. He wouldn't let them do this. He couldn't.

Lily had to wake up and soon.

"Hey, love, I've gotta go up to the Prophet, some nutjob screwed up the bloody headline. Again."

Lily rolled her eyes at James and kissed him on the cheek, handing him a cup of coffee as he rushed around their tiny flat, grabbing things he needed for work.

"Bye, I love you!" called Lily, before the door slammed shut and James was making his way down the many stairs of their apartment building, finally bursting out onto the warm streets in London on a early September day.

James couldn't believe it had happened again. For Merlin's sake, how did Slyfield mess up the headlines for a second time this week? He had one job and James was the one who had to do it.

Sometimes, James didn't even know why he stayed with the Daily Prophet. He'd worked there part time for about four months, ever since he left Hogwarts, and it had practically turned into a full time job. With the Prophet along with the Order, he was swamped with work.

It was about two o'clock that day, as James sat in his office with Slyfield, finally finished correcting the paper's when he heard the tapping of an owl on the window. He scurried over to it and slide it open, grabbing the letter from the owl and slowly unfolding it to read the message.

Only a moment later, James dropped the letter on the ground and mumbled out a cracked, "I've got to go," before running out of his office and the headquarters of the Prophet and into the streets of Diagon Alley, before disapparating on the spot.

When he arrived at the muggle hospital, the one that Lily's parents had told him in their letter, he rushed through the doors and immediately found her sobbing family in the lobby, all clutching one another closely.

"Oh James," cried her mother, who hopped up from her seat and enveloped James in a hug. Her slender arms wrapped around him and he could smell the flowery perfume on her that Lily loved to wear.

In that moment, James realized he had been crying his entire way over, salty tears streaming down his face and dripping onto his robes. He didn't have the energy to pull them off, choosing to stay in them even if muggles might get suspicious.

"What happened?"

Her father then rose from his seat behind them, leaving Petunia still sitting with her head in her hands.

"She was on her way to work, at that coffee shop she works at, when she was hit by an automobile."

"She was hit by one of those car things?" he muttered. "I always told her to be careful around those things, I told her they were dangerous. Merlin, Lily."

Her mother finally let him go and he took a step back, to survey the situation. "Where is she now?"

"She's in surgery now, they are doing the best they can. She hit her head really bad."

James just nodded and took a seat next to Petunia. Mascara was running down her face, along with eye liner, and her hair was a mess. She wasn't the put together person she normally was. She didn't say a word, rather choosing to tilt her head against James shoulder. He threw an arm around her shoulders and pulled her against him, letting her tears soak his chest.

"We need to get a healer," cried James, "We need to get a healer, maybe they can do something!"

"Prongs," replied Sirius, cautiously, "You tried that before, when she got out of surgery and they said they couldn't do anything more that the muggles had already done. I'm sorry, mate."

James and Sirius sat by Lily's bedside, watching her slow intake of breath, helped by the many machines attached to her. Sirius was holding her hand, slowly rubbing circles into her palm as James sat dejectedly by him, refusing to touch Lily.

At that moment, Mrs. and Mr. Evans walked into the room, holding hand, with matching deep circles under their eyes. Mrs. Evans's red hair was pulled up into a tight bun, though a few loose strands hung in her face. James stood up when they entered, glaring steadily at them.

"James, honey, you have to understand—" started her mother, though she was cut off by James.

"No, I damn well don't. How can you do this to her? She's going to wake up, how can you do this to your daughter?"

"James, she's not going to wake up."

"Of course she is! You can't do this, this isn't your decision to make!"

Her father stepped up now, a large man with graying hair and thin glasses. "You're damn right this isn't our decision. But it's not yours either. This is Lily's decision, whether she wants to be kept on life support, and she doesn't. She made that clear to us years ago."

James wanted to fall to his knees, wanted to beg them not to, but there was no changing their minds now.

"Now if you would James, please give us a moment alone with our daughter."

James watched them talk to her through the glass, though he couldn't hear what they were saying. He watched the way their mouths formed words, watched their tears flow heavily. Petunia entered next, speaking quietly and shortly to her sister who didn't seem to comprehend a word.

A group of people gathered outside the room, from her friends like the Marauders and Alice, to her family, like cousins and grandparents. James watched as one by one, they went into to say their goodbyes.

James would be last, with Alice before him. Before Alice went in Lily's room, she walked up to James and gave him a hug, holding on tightly to the back of his shirt.

"I love you. I'm so sorry you have to go through this," she whispered into her ear.

"Love you, too, Alice." She gave him a peck on the cheek before entering the room and James watched as she broke down in front of Lily. He knew he couldn't watch any longer, so he pulled the blinds shut, burying his head in his hands instead

After about five minutes, the door banged open, with Alice standing out of breath at the doorway.

She could only choke out two breathless words.

"She's awake."

"She's asking for her parents," Alice continued, seeking out the familiar faces of Mrs. and Mr. Evans. James stood still, dumbfounded at the new information.

Mrs. Evans had her head in her hands and was silently crying, while Mr. Evans was tugging her along by the elbow to the room. Again, James just stood by the doorway, mouth agape.

"Come on, James," beckoned Mr. Evans when they reached the door. James nodded and trailed behind them in the room, tears falling from his eyes when he saw Lily sitting up blearily.

A team of doctors rushed in behind them and practically shoved the three out of the way to get to Lily. All at once there was an uproar from the five doctors before they all grew silent and Dr. Clarke emerged from the group in front of Lily.

"Miss Evans, can you hear me?"

James watched from the side of her bed as she slowly nodded before coughing loudly, the noise echoing through the room.

She opened her mouth to speak but once again was sent into a coughing fit. Finally, she was able to croak out, "Where's my mum and dad?"

"Right here, Sweetie!" called her mother, shoving through the doctors to grasp at her daughter's hand.

"What happened?"

"Hon, do you remember? You were in a car accident?'

"Car accident? How did a… how did a car get into Hogwarts?"

Her mother's eyes widened and she looked from James to the doctors and back to Lily, expression interlaced with fear.

"Sweetheart, you were on your way to work."

"Work?"

"At the Corner Café."

Lily tried to lift her hands, maybe to bury her face in them James assumed, but was caught on the wires.

Dr. Clarke stepped up to survey Lily and asked, "Lily, I'm your doctor, Dr. Clarke. Can you tell me what year is it?"

"'Course, it's 1976." No. Would Lily not remember him? Would she not remember him as her boyfriend? Did she still hate him?

"Lily, can you identify this man and his relationship with you?"

Dr. Clarke stepped to the side to reveal James, who nervously ran a hand through his hair and smiled lightly, laughing a bit.

"That's Potter… James Potter. I go to school with him. We… well we were enemies for a bit… Wait, Potter, what are you doing here?"

"Erm…" he started off, not sure what to say, but feeling queasy as hell.

"Mom, why is Potter here? Who let him in?"

Mr. Evans piped up from the back now, laying a hand on James shoulder as he said, "Son, maybe this would be a bit easier if you let us speak to Lily privately.

"No, I have to stay here. She has to remember me!"

"She does remember you…" trailed off Mrs. Evans.

"Remember what?" cried Lily.

"But she doesn't remember me. She doesn't even know I'm here bloody boyfriend!"

"WHAT!"

"Please, James, listen to me, I'm her father and—"

"No, James, I'm her mother and I think it would be best if—"

"All of you, Lily needs to rest and this fighting isn't helping—"

"IF SOMEBODY TELL ME WHEN THE HELL IS GOING ON, I SWEAR TO MERLIN I WILL THROW MYSELF OUT THE BLOODY WINDOW!"

The four who had turned away from Lily while they bickered all whipped around to see her looking red in the face, breathing heavy from her screaming.

"James, please…" said Mr. Evans.

James felt tears prickle at his eyes once more and he breathed out an angry, "Fine," before stomping out of the room and slamming the door.

As soon as he left, he was surrounded by angst-ridden people, asking how she was doing. They backed off when Alice screamed, "Can't you see he doesn't want to talk!"

James was never more thankful for Alice's ability to calm a crowd.

"Hey… Lily," James said softly, running his fingers through his hair and adjusting his glasses as he walked through the doorway to her room. Since three hours prior, things had calmed down quite a bit. After multiple examinations by her doctors and a long chat with her parents, James was finally allowed in her room to see her.

Her red hair was sticky with sweat, pulled off the nape of her neck with an elastic, and her cheeks were returning to their rosy red color.

"Hi," she replied quietly, not quite meeting his eyes. He walked over and pulled a chair up next to her, making sure not to grab her hand like he so wanted to.

"So… what have your parents told you?"

"They told me that it's 1978 and that I'm eighteen years old. They told me I work at a coffee shop, which means my plans after school must have fallen to shite. They told me that Alice is still my best friend and Petunia is married now. She's married. I'm still getting used to that one."

"And… me?"

She took a deep breath. "They told me that you are my… I guess they said you were my boyfriend. They said my feelings changed for you in seventh year when we were head's together. Did Dumbledore go batshit crazy in sixth year and I just don't remember it?"

James chuckled, surprised she wasn't screaming at him at this point. "Nah, he was always pretty insane. It just showed more when he gave me a position of authority."

Lily giggled along with him, before a look of confusion and slight annoyance flashed across her face.

"You didn't make some cocky joke about how much you deserved it or how the badge you got impressed all the ladies."

"I'm glad to see your ears are working, Miss Evans."

Lily's smile grew to disdain. "Oh here we go, cracking jokes right after I left a coma. Great job, Potter." Lily crossed her arms across her chest and turned slightly away from him.

"No, Lils, please don't do this," he begged, reaching up to tug her arms uncrossed before stopping himself. He silently reprimanded his body, knowing he couldn't just touch her whenever he wanted.

"Don't call me Lils," she retorted haughtily.

James rubbed his temples. "I'm sorry. Please, I really am. I'm not… I'm not meaning to make you angry or annoy you. This is all very strange for me."

"Well picture how I feel!" she exploded. "I wake up thinking we are back in sixth year, with you ignoring me and every once in awhile making cracks at my expense, only to find out that I'm actually your girlfriend. Everyone's telling me all these different things and I just can't handle this right now."

"Just tell me what I can do."

"Just… leave. Just leave, Potter," she spat, closing her eyes and scrunching up her face.

"Lils—Lily, please don't do this."

"I'll talk to you later. But for now, I just need to be alone."

James stood up dejectedly and exited the room, feeling more alone than ever.

If Lily had woken up still thinking it was fifth year, that would have been awful. But Lily waking up thinking it was sixth year? Even worse.

After asking Lily out almost everyday for a year straight, James had arrived back at Hogwarts for sixth year with a plan. He arrived with a plan to once and for all escape the trap that was Lily Evans. And he did just that.

For an entire year, he ignored her, refusing to even say hi when passing in a corridor. No eye contact, no physical contact, no verbal contact. Every once in a while, he'd make a joke about her small stature or red hair to the Marauders when he knew she was listening.

Lily grew to hate him even more that year. In seventh, they made a truce and slowly became friends and out of that, sprung love. James, who had never really gotten over Lily, just buried his feelings, and Lily, who had grown more and more fond of him everyday it had seemed.

Lily had later confessed to him that his silence during sixth year hurt her more than she could ever really admit, for she had harbored a small crush on James through the years that she surprised because of his arrogant attitude and magnified interest in mischief.

"She asked me to leave," James said when he leaves, Alice the only one left outside her room. He pattered over to one of the grey chairs and collapsed in it, the day not only physically but also mentally and emotionally exhausting.

"James," she said softly, walking over to him and sitting gently into the chair next to him. She placed her arm around his waist and curled into him, nuzzling her neck at the junction in his neck and shoulder.

He gave in after a minute and places his head on top of hers, wrapping one strong arm around her body and pulling him into her. They sat there like that for minutes, just cuddling in the hospital waiting room.

James kissed her head and then her cheek before pulling her into a big, sloppy hug. "Thank you, Alice, that's just what I needed."

"Of course, James," she replied, giving him one last squeeze before untangling herself from him and standing up. "I'm going to go say hi, give her a familiar face. You need to go home and sleep. I'll owl you if anything changes, I think I'll stay here tonight."

Upon glancing at his watch, he was surprised to fine it almost ten o'clock. He nodded at her wishes, knowing he was too tired to argue, before giving her a shoulder squeeze and exiting the hospital.

That night, when he went to sleep in his cold bed, he dreamed of freckled arms holding him tight and warm legs tangled with him. He woke up to an empty bed and sweat gathered on his brow, the air conditioner still broken.

Some things never change.

James hopped out of bed at eight and slipped on his nicest button up shirt and matching belt and shoes. He quickly got ready and was out in just a half an hour, swiftly making his way to the hospital. When he arrived, flowers in hand, he gently tapped on the door of Lily's room, seeing she was awake through the glass panel.

"Come in," she called.

When he entered, he found Alice was curled up in a ball in a chair in the corner, snoozing quietly. She awoke to the sound of the door opening and jolted awake, rubbing her eyes groggily and muttering something under her breath.

"Hey James," she greeted when she saw him. "I'll leave you two alone, give me a minute. James turned to Lily, seeing her start to protest, before dropping her hands to her lap and crossing her arms.

"Here," James said, plucking a flower from the bouquet he was holding to present it to Alice. "For you."

Alice grabbed it from his outstretched hand and smiled brightly. "Oh James, how you make me swoon."

"You know that's always my goal."

She giggled and flounced over to peck him on the cheek in thanks before fluttering out. "See ya, Lily!" she called out behind her.

"It's like I wasn't even here," chuckled Lily, though there was some malice in her voice. "Are you two… particularly close?"

James bobbed his head. "Yeah, you really brought us together. We usually go on bi-weekly coffee dates, started even before your… erm… accident."

"Dates?"

"Meet-ups, hang-outs, dates, all the same thing."

"Mmm."

James coughed before extending his hand to present the flowers. "For you."

"Oh, um… thanks, I reckon."

"I can grab a glass of water to put them in. I should have thought of that, erm…" James tripped around a bit, stumbling to find somewhere to put them.

"Here, just set them on the bedside table. I'll have one of the nurses bring in a glass."

"Right," James replied, doing as Lily said before scooting up a chair next to her. "Right so…"

"I was wondering…"

"Wait, what?" James asked.

"Nothing, you can go first."

"No, what were you wondering?"

"Oh… erm… well, Alice kinda… filled me in on everything that's happened that my parents didn't know. Abridged version, of course. She told me how I was head girl and that I got almost perfect scores on my NEWTs. She told me that I wanted to work as an Auror, but the Ministry isn't hiring muggleborns. She said that I'm in the Order and that the war as escalated a lot since I last remember. Alice told me I'm pretty good friends with your gang now, too."

"Yeah, you, Peter, and Remus go out to lunch every other week and Sirius practically lives at our flat. Well, you did go out to lunch every week and he used to live at our flat."

"Sirius doesn't come over as often anymore?" Lily asked.

"No… well, once I stopped living at my house, choosing to basically live at the hospital, there was no point of him being there."

"Our flat," Lily breathed out, like a delayed reaction to James's words.

"We bought it right out of school, with my parents money. I don't really like accepting it, to be honest, but it helped us get a place. Though it is small and the air conditioner has been broken from the day we moved in, it works for us. It—worked for us."

"Right, so I was wondering if you could maybe… fill me in on how we got together. Last I remember was… I think it was around Easter holiday of sixth year. From what I remember, you never said a word to me. I assumed you had moved on, that you hated me."

James took a deep breath, letting his lungs fill with the stale air of the sterile room. "Sirius and I, in sixth year, concocted a plan to get over you. We called it How to Get Over Lily Evans in 365 Days. Well… the plan was pretty simple, actually. I had to completely ignore you. So, obviously, I did. The entire year, it killed me every time I saw you because all I wanted to do was be your friend. All I wanted to do was somehow be apart of you life.

"So, once seventh year rolled around, I'd realized what a stupid plan that had been from the first day I saw you on the train, with your badge and your hair pulled back into one of those twisty bun things and your knee high socks."

Lily laughed. "You remember how I did my hair."

It didn't need an answer, because it was a simple statement. "So a new plan was concocted, though this time I went to Remus for help. I stopped picking on first years and I didn't hex Slytherins… much. And I was your friend, first and for most. And slowly, from there… it just kind of happened."

"But I hated you!"

"Nah, you didn't."

Lily scrunched up her face. "Yes, I did. I despised you. Why would I agree to be your friend?"

James was still, unsure whether he should reveal to her that he knew she had always had a tiny crush on him. Deciding against it, he responded, "You warmed up to me after I while. I think you realized that I had changed and wasn't the same bully I was in fifth year."

"Wow, Potter, I guess you really did get what you always wanted."

James coughed. "Hey, Lily?"

"Mm?"

"Do you think that you could maybe call me James?"

Lily looked up to meet his eyes. "Sure, sure. I can try… sorry, it's sort of a habit."

"No, I get it. I'm sure it's weird having me call you Lily."

"Weirder when you called me Lils."

"Right," James laughed awkwardly, "I'll make sure not to do that again."

Another silent moment. "Are there," Lily said, looking nervous, "any other nicknames you have for me?"

"Oh, yeah." Lily looked at him expectantly. "Well, there's Lils and… um… love."

"Love?"

"Yeah, sometimes I call you love."

"So we… you know… said I love you?"

James laughed. "Yes, about two months after we started dating."

Lily nodded before widening her eyes and taking a gulp of air. "And did we… do it?"

James had to stop himself from laughing again. "Night before the end of seventh year, we shagged."

Lily winced at the words, turning bright pink.

"Any others?"

"Yeah, we did it plenty of times after that."

"No, I mean, any other nicknames?"

James blushed red.

"Sometimes I call you sweetheart or honey, usually when you're sick or feeling down."

Lily bit her lip and mumbled, "Let's just stick with Lily for now, okay?"

James nodded, agreeing. He had a big, stupid grin at his face when he heard the 'for now'. Maybe there was hope for them after all.

A/N: Sorry for any grammatical errors, I'm lazy. If you see any, though, just tell me and I'll go back and fix them. Anyway, I would love your feedback. Reviews really motivate me to write faster, hint hint. All my chapters are sorted into parts and once I finish the parts, I post them on tumblr. If you want to read parts of the chapter before it's finished, you can track the tag Remembering Lily or find me at staganddoe and look under the 'drabble' tab on my page. Thanks so much for reading and if you favorite or alert, I would love for you just to submit one review!