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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the familiar characters or the plot and some lines, which are originally from You've Got Mail

As Dumbledore droned on in his back-to-school speech, Lily was nearly falling asleep in her food. It was the seventh and the very last time she would ever hear this speech, but the monotone was killing her. The only thing keeping her awake was the pestilent Marauders sitting across the table from her, throwing breadcrumbs. James, the leader, the most popular guy in school, and the one who professed his undying love for her on a daily basis, had started this lovely game in third year and it, along with countless other games and habits that terrorized her, seemed to stick.

Finally something in Dumbledore’s speech woke Lily from her exhaustion.
“On a final note, I would like to make an announcement to all of the seventh year students. It is your last year at Hogwarts and we have decided to start a new program that will help you get to know your classmates. We will be starting a pen-pal program. Your pen-pal will be chosen at random and you are to remain anonymous but write to one another as much as you wish, throughout the year. Write down a pen name on the pieces of parchment that will be provided and your pen-pals name will appear there. Have fun!” He finished.

Suddenly squares of parchment appeared in front of the seventh years where their dinners once sat, and everyone became consumed in coming up with their pen name. Lily sat next to her best friend Alice. Alice was beautiful, petite and secretly in love with a man named Frank Longbottom. She and Lily both contemplated their names. Alice had a beloved toad named Trevor which she brought to school. It was passed down to her from her mother and she would want to give it to her child; for some reason it wouldn’t die! So that toad/male name became hers. She wrote it down and a new one appeared. Shortop. Hmm, I wonder who that could be…

Lily couldn’t think of one. She thought of Gryffindor_Girl, but that was so lame. Her favourite muggle book was Romeo and Juliet and no one at the school had ever heard of that so the name ‘’ would be a bit weird, plus it was really long. She finally wrote down Fleur, like a lily.

Meanwhile, the Marauders were coming up with names of their own. Sirius immediately wrote down Mr. Gorgeous. It was perfect for him: arrogant and true. Sirius’ name disappeared and the name ‘Half-Blood Prince’ appeared. Ugh, Sirius groaned. A bloke. James was having a hard time thinking up a name that was good but didn’t sound like it was him. He was going to choose ‘I love Lily Evans’ but everyone would know it was him because everyone knew he loved her, honestly loved her. Everyone, except for Lily.

“Padfoot!” James whined. “Help me pick a name! And it can’t sound too much like me!”

Sirius stroked his chin mock-thoughtfully and then jotted down a name on James’ parchment.

“Oi! What did you write?!” James asked, annoyed. He looked down at his new pen name just before it sunk into the parchment. “LONELYBOY!?” My name is LonelyBoy?!” James shout-whispered, so no one would know who their soon to be pen-pal was.

“Yeah! It doesn’t sound like you!” Sirius grinned.

“You’re right! It doesn’t sound like me! It sounds like some depressed, friendless, annoying… Slytherin…Sirius! It sounds like I’m SNIVELLUS!”

“No way. Your name is too awesome to be ol’ Snivellus’. His is probably ‘GreasyGuy74’. Now forget about your name and help me figure out who this Half-Blood Prince bloke is!”

James rolled his eyes, frustrated, and looked at name that had replaced his lame one. Fleur.

Lily sat down at her desk in the head girl’s dorm, her dorm. Lily was a brilliant witch and finally all of her hard work had paid off. She just couldn’t understand why her male-counterpart, the head boy, was James Potter, who only had a large enough attention span to ask her out and annoy her.

Lily pulled out a piece of parchment and began to write.

Dear LonelyBoy,
I’m Fleur and I’m in seventh year as you know. I’m a Gryffindor, (I hope that that’s not a problem) and I am a girl…but I think you could guess that from my name.
I’m going to take a wild guess and say that you’re a guy. Am I right?
Talk to you soon!
P.S. Will you please explain your pen name? It’s a wee bit odd.

James smiled to himself as he read over the letter he had just been sent by her owl, from Fleur.

He lay on his bed and started his response.

Dear Fleur,
Okay, to start, I know my name is weird, but thanks to my trusty pal… well I won’t say his name…I have this depressing pen name, so just to clarify, I’m not some scary guy (yes, you were right! I’m a guy) who sits in the corner and cries.
What a coincidence! I am a Gryffindor too! I’m trying to figure out who you are, a Gryffindor girl… there are a lot of you…but I think it might be more fun if we didn’t know who each other was.
So tell me about yourself, Fleur.
Here, I’ll go first.
I’m 17, I’m an only child, I have a fish named…fish, and I love qudditch.
I’ll talk to you soon and it was great ‘meeting’ you.

James didn’t sleep that night. He tossed and turned thinking about Lily. Normally, he couldn’t ever take his mind off her. He loved her more than fish loved water and it killed him every time she insulted him or pushed him away. He knew that she didn’t believe that he was being sincere every time he said I love you and that it wasn’t just a game when he asked her out, but she would never believe him. James was surprised when he realized that he hadn’t thought about her the entire time her wrote to Fleur, though.

Lily lay awake in her canopy bed, across the hall from James, thinking miserably about why he liked to torment her. He had made nearly every one of her waking hours at Hogwarts hell for the past years and he wouldn’t leave her alone. Ever since she rejected him when he asked her out, he had treated like a challenge, that he needed to win a date with her to prove that he could get anyone. After lying in bed, awake for the past three and a half hours, she decided to get up and reply to LonelyBoy’s letter, knowing she wouldn’t be able to sleep anyways.

Dear LonelyBoy,
Okay, so I’m sixteen, but my birthday will be in December, and I’ll be of age (Hurray!).
I have one sister, but she hates me and to make a long story short, it’s because I’m a witch and she isn’t. I love qudditch but I don’t play because I’m afraid of heights and my only pet is Emile, my owl.
Sorry to send this so late, but I couldn’t sleep. I hope you’re at least sleeping well,
P.S. I love your owl! It’s stunningly fluffy!

James was still lying in his bed when a tawny owl appeared at his window. He pulled the letter off of its leg and it flew away.

He couldn’t sleep anyways, so he decided to write Fleur back.

Hey Fleur,
I can’t sleep either. I’ve been somewhat of an insomniac ever since I met… Well that doesn’t really matter.
Wow. I can’t imagine having a sibling, let alone one who hates me! It’s stupid if she’s just jealous of you being a witch.
I can’t believe you’re scared of heights! If we ever do meet, I want to take you flying and cure you! (Ha-ha)
My owl’s name is Giwdeh…the seventeenth. I know it’s weird but everyone in my family has named their owl Giwdeh, even though it’s not the most attractive sounding name (I called her Gweedy though)
I hope you sleep well…eventually.

Giwdeh delivered Lily the letter and she read it in bed. She smiled as her eyes darted across the parchment but instead of immediately writing her reply, she closed her eyes and finally fell asleep. As did James.

It had been one month since school had started and since the seventh years received their pen pals. And in those four weeks, Lily and James, or Fleur and LonelyBoy, had exchanged six hundred and thirty-eight letters. They had grown to really like each other, maybe more. They talked about everything: they both loved Romeo and Juliet, (Lily was surprised that he had even read it, considering he wasn’t a muggleborn) and how they thought the uprising Voldemort guy was an idiot. They told each other everything they couldn’t tell their friends, what they wouldn’t understand and both teenagers loved to have someone that they felt safe with.

Lily and James however, outside of the world of mail, were getting into more fights than ever over ridiculous things. In the thirty days, they had had seventy-two spats, many over James’ creative nicknames for Lily (Lily-kins, the usual, to the most recent from today, the heartless hottie), head duties, and explosions in potions class, James and Lily being potions partners.

“Don’t you just love Hogwarts in the fall?” Lily asked dreamily to her best friend, Alice.

“Huh? Um…yeah I guess.” Alice said in confusion.

“It just always makes me want to go to Diagon Alley and buy school supplies.”

“What are you talking about?” Alice asked incredulously, sitting on top of Lily’s desk.

“Nothing, nothing.” Lily shaking her head, realizing she was quoting her pen pal from a letter she received that morning.

“What has gotten into you lately? You’re acting all silly and…girly!”

“I am a girl!”

“Yeah but you’ve never been like this! I mean it’s almost like…” Alice’s eyes widened. “You’re in love.”

“What! No. What are you talking about? I’m being perfectly normal. And I’m not in love!” Lily’s face was serious for a moment but then her face fell back into a smile, remembering something her pen pal was joking about earlier that day.

“Lily!” Alice yelled, waving her hand in front of Lily’s face. “Okay. Who is he?”

Lily opened her mouth in protest but closed it again. “Okay, I’m not in love, but there’s this guy I like. Not even that much. It’s…my pen pal.”

“Your pen pal! The one with the creepy name?! Lily, you don’t even know who that is!”

“Sure I do. Just because I don’t know what he looks like or if he’s popular, I know him. It’s harmless. It sounds stupid, but we had a connection.”

James, Sirius and Remus sat in the head’s common room, playing wizard’s chess.

“So Prongs, mate,” Sirius began. “How are things going with the lovely Evans?”

James shrugged and Remus and Sirius stared at him.

“No rant saying ‘why doesn’t she like me?’ or ‘Lily Evans is the most gorgeous…’”? Remus asked, shocked.

James just smirked and shrugged.

When Remus and Sirius expressions didn’t change James began. “Yes, I still love Lily but… well there’s this girl…”

Sirius jumped up and threw an arm around James.

“You’re finally moving on?!”

“Well, I don’t know…”

“Who is she?”

“I don’t know.”

Sirius laughed. “Well what does she look like?”

“I don’t know.”

“How do you know her if you’ve never heard of her or even SEEN her!?”

“It’s Fleur!”

Remus scratched his head. “Your pen pal?”

James nodded.

“Wait a second. You’re in love with a girl you’ve never seen!?”

“Looks don’t always matter, Padfoot! She’s got a brain and a personality! And even though Lily has those things, I’m never going to see them!”

James stormed up the stairs as Lily and Alice came out of her room.

James sneered, angry about coming to terms with the pathetic relationship between him and the beautiful young woman in front of him. “Oh look. It’s the hot girl who was born without a heart!” James yelled.

He stomped to his room, turned and slammed the door, burning the look of hurt and upset on Lily’s face into his mind.

James sat down at his desk, regretting his words to Lily more and more every second, and wrote Fleur a letter, the only thing that seemed to clear his mind.

Lily, who had slammed her door and locked out Alice, lay on her bed, tears running down her face, as Gweedy dropped a letter on her window sill.

Dear Fleur,
Have you ever been confronted by a person and instead of smiling, or just turning the other cheek, you zing them.
You probably have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?

Lily suddenly forgot about her spat with James and wrote her reply.

Actually I know exactly what you’re talking about and I am completely jealous! Every time something like that happens to me, instead of coming up with a “zing” I become tongue-tied and my mind goes blank. Then I spend the rest of the night thinking about what I should have said.

A few minutes later Gweedy was back.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if I could send all of my zingers to you and you could always be snappy and I could have a clear conscience? But, I must warn you, every time I say one of my hurtful remarks, I spend the rest of the day, or night, or week, regretting it.

Before Lily could send her reply, Gweedy had come and gone again, back with another message.

Do you think we should meet?

Fleur and LonelyBoy’s meeting was set.

It would be the following Saturday, which was Hogsmeade. They were to meet at the Three Broomsticks at three o’clock. Lily would be holding a copy of Romeo and Juliet and a lily, which Fleur/Lily had said was her favourite flower.

It was now three o’clock on Saturday and James was walking nervously towards the Three Broomsticks, with Sirius pushing him along.

“So I suppose she’ll be carrying a copy of the book with a flower in it?” Sirius jokingly guessed, having been told about their mutual love for Romeo and Juliet.

James nodded his head slightly embarrassed.

“Not really?” Sirius asked in doubt.

Sirius made a face when James shrugged. “Ugh. She could be a real dog, man.”

James rolled his eyes and kept on walking. “You're a dog!"

"Yes but that's because I choose to be one!"

"Well I’m only staying ten minutes. I’m going to say hello, get some butterbeers and then I’m going to split.”

“I hope she doesn’t have one of those squeaky voices like one of the mice in that shitty muggle fairy tale. I hate that.” Sirius said, cringing at some disturbing past memory.

When they finally reached the door James started to panic.

“Padfoot! Are you sure that I’m doing the right thing? What if we meet and everything we had is gone, maybe she won’t like how I look or how I am in person?!”

“Prongs! Calm down! You’re just taking it to the next level. I always do that. And if that works out I go to the next level after that and so on until it is absolutely necessary for me to leave!”

“The next level.” James repeated, nodding, exhaling slowly. “Okay. Yeah I can do that. And I’m not even going to stay that long anyways. I already said that didn’t I!?” James looked worried again.

“Yes you did.”

“Aside from Lily Evans, this woman is the most adorable creature I have ever been in contact with and If she is half as good looking as the owl that delivers her letters than I may be crazy enough to turn my life around and MARRY HER!”

“She could be a real dog.” Sirius repeated. “But good luck!”

Sirius started to walk away until James grabbed his shoulder.

“Padfoot. Padfoot will you please, please, please look in the window for me?

Sirius rolled his eyes at his best friend’s cowardice. “You’re pathetic, Prongs.”

“I know.”

Sirius looked in the window of the pub.

“I see a very beautiful girl. Oh she’s gorgeous. I think I might have dated her once. She is hot!” he smirked. “But no book.”

James shot him a death glare that would rival Voldemort.

“Okay, okay, I’ll look again.”

Sirius peered through the window again. “Okay I see a book with a flower, so it has to be her!”

James got excited and nervous at once. “Well, what does she look like!?”

“Can’t see! The waiteress’ blocking her.”

James sighed in frustration.

“Alright, she’s moving.” Sirius stopped breathing at the sight. “Holy shit…”he muttered.

“What is it!?”

“She is gorgeous.”

“I KNEW IT! I KNEW SHE WOULD BE! SHE HAD TO BE! SHE HAD TO BE!” James yelled dancing around.

“She kind of looks like… well she has the same features as…Lily Evans.”

James stopped in his tracks. “Lily Evans?” he said as if he hadn’t heard her name in years. “What on Earth does this have to do with Lily Evans?!”

Sirius looked at his feet and shifted on the spot. He looked at James with nervous eyes. “If you don’t like Lily Evans, I can tell you right now, you’re not going to like this girl.”

“Why not” James said worriedly.

“Because it is Lily Evans.”

James froze in shock and disbelief. He sprinted up the pub’s steps and peered in the window to see the girl he had always loved sitting with the copy of Romeo and Juliet, twirling the Lily in her delicate, feminine fingers.

“So what are you going to do?” Sirius asked timidly, a very rare feature for any marauder.

James stood there, looking at Lily wondering the same thing. If he went inside and told her it was him, that he was LonelyBoy, she would either reject him or accuse him of not really being her pen pal and start a row saying that he had stolen her pen name or something unbelievable like that. James had been rejected so many times by the love of his life, he couldn’t even imagine her believing him, and falling in love with him like he was with her. James had made his decision. He would have to make Lily trust him first.

“I’m going back to the school.”

“What!? You’re going to leave her, Lily fucking Evans on your date?!”

“Yes, Sirius, that’s exactly what I’m going to do. And I’m sure you’ve got a busy afternoon of entertaining the many girls you’ve promised to take out for the day. Good bye, Sirius.”

Sirius shook in disbelief at his friend and headed off down the street.

James sat on the cold steps leading up to the pub, more miserable than ever, until a thought struck him: Lily needed to learn to trust him and she wasn’t exactly going to be busy, having no one coming, so what was stopping him from going in and starting his new, fantastic relationship that moment?

He stood up, suddenly more confident and strutted into the pub.

Lily had been waiting for LonelyBoy to come for forty-five minutes and she was getting worried as she sipped the tea she orders when she sat down an hour ago. It was cold and bitter, as was her hope that he would come. Already three different people had come to her table for two asking for the other chair but she would reply ‘No, sorry I’m expecting someone’. Her heart fluttered every time the bells over the Three Broomsticks’ door chimed.

Lily saw James enter the pub and she began to panic. He was probably there to sabotage the date that he had somehow found out about, even though she had only told Alice. She grabbed the copy of Romeo and Juliet sitting in front of her and pretended to read. She put a hand over her eyes, on her forehead and let her hair fall over her hand, to make it look like she was deep into the book. She thought she was safe, until heard the overly placid words “Why, hello Lily.”

She held up a hand to make it look like she didn’t want to be disrupted by him, but she could tell it wasn’t working until he picked up the lily sitting on her table.

“A lily, by far my favourite flower. I’m going to take a wild guess and say that it’s yours too.”

“Shockingly yes, but please don’t touch that.” She said grabbing it back.

“Would you mind if I sat down?” he asked politely.

“Yes I would, actually. I’m expecting someone.”

James sat down anyways.

“You’re reading Romeo and Juliet? That’s one of my favourite books. Well plays. I didn’t know you read Shakespeare.”

“As a matter of fact I do. I’m shocked that you do though. It’s a muggle thing. How do you know about Shakespeare?”

“My mother’s a teacher of muggle studies at Beauxbatons. We have loads of muggle books in our library, including all of Shakespeare’s plays, which I read last summer.”

Lily stared at James, astonished that he had read all of the plays and also confused by his sudden openness. When she didn’t say anything, James continued.

“I just don’t understand Romeo’s character. I mean, he acts confused the entire play, and then dies.”

Lily stared at James incredulously “Romeo and Juliet are two of the most famous lovers in literature, and they are heroes of mine because they died for the ones they love. But I wouldn’t expect you to understand them.” 

“I never said I didn’t understand that.” James said calmly, still not loosing his temper. “I would die for you this second.”

“Yeah sure.”

“I’m serious, Lily. You know there is a lot about me that you’d find out if you really knew me.”

“If I really knew you, I know what I would find. Instead of a heart, I’d find a list of girls you dated and dumped and instead of a brain a sarcastic comeback.” Lily snapped with no hesitation.

James face fell, from the small smile of confidence to utter heartbreak. His heart fell to his shoes and he felt like he was about to vomit. A chill went up his spine and his head spun. Never had Lily’s comebacks ever cut so deep.

“Well,” he said quietly. “You certainly have a gift. That was the perfect blend of poetry and meanness. That’s my cue.” James quietly stood up, sighed inaudibly and turned, without making eye-contact with the red head. “Enjoy your day.”

Lily opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. She regretted her words immediately but she was too stubborn to say I’m sorry.

“It was insulting and the only nice thing about her was… well, she’s gorgeous.” James said still frustrated to Sirius.

“But underneath that disagreeable exterior she may turn out to be…” Sirius began.

“…A real bitch.” James cut him off. “Let’s not talk about it.”

“So what happened?” Alice asked Lily, excited to find out Lonelyboy’s identity.

“He never came.” Lily said quietly.

“He stood you up!?”

“Well I don’t really think that’s what happened… I think something terrible happened and he couldn’t…What if he showed up, took one took at me and left?”

“Not possible. How long did you sit there all alone?”

“Not long. James Potter came in.”

“Potter!? What was he doing there?!

“I don’t know. I don’t want to talk about it.”

I have been thinking about you. Yesterday I went to meet you and you weren’t there.
I wish I knew why. I felt so foolish! And as I waited someone else showed up. A man who has made my life a mockery and misery, and an amazing thing happened. I was able, for the first time to say the exact thing I wanted to say at the exact moment I wanted to say it and of course afterwards I felt terrible, just as you said I would. I was cruel and I’m never cruel. And even though I can hardly believe what I said mattered to this man, to him I am just a joke, a challenge, a game to be played, but what if it did? No matter what he has done to me there is no excuse for my behaviour.
Anyway, I so wanted to talk to you. I hope you have a good reason for not being there yesterday. You don’t seem like the kind of person who would do that.
Please, if you can, write to me soon.

James threw his head in his hands as he read Lily’s letter. This whole time he had been complaining and feeling sorry for himself over what Lily had said to him he hadn’t realized that the entire time it was him that was continually hurting her, deeper than she had hurt him the previous afternoon. And she probably felt just as bad as he did about what she said yesterday. It was at this moment James realized how deep his feeling went for the hurt redhead.

“I’m madly in love with Lily Evans.” James whispered.

James wished he could tell her this but he couldn’t. As he began to write he couldn’t even find the words to say sorry.

I’m in Finland.

James quickly crumpled this piece of parchment.

I was stuck in a meeting with Dumbledore, which I couldn’t get out of, and Voldemort came and took our wands!

Again, another paper (quickly) thrown in the garbage.

Dearest Fleur,
I cannot tell you what happened last night but I beg you, from the bottom of my heart to forgive me for not being there…

James used his wand to change the words ‘for not being there’ to ‘for what happened’. James was there, he just couldn’t tell her.

…for what happened. I feel terrible that you found yourself in a situation that caused you additional pain. But I’m absolutely sure that what ever you said yesterday was provoked, even deserved. And everyone says things that they regret, including me. You were expecting to see someone you trusted, and met the enemy instead. The fault is mine. Someday I’ll explain everything. Meanwhile, I’m still here. Talk to me.

It had been a week and a half since the incident in Hogsmeade and Fleur and LonelyBoy had began to write again. James had not really spoken to Lily, outside of heads duties. He never wanted to cause her any pain again. But he couldn’t stop the hurt that was about to come to her.

Lily, Alice, Frank and the Marauders were sitting together, eating breakfast one Sunday morning when the post arrived. James, Remus and Alice all got the daily prophet and Lily received a letter, which was rare, because her parents had a hard time sending letters to the school (they were only familiar with the post office). James opened the news paper and went wide-eyed.

Splashed across the front page were the words:

Voldemort Murders More Muggles.

Daniel and Evangeline Evans, muggle parents of Hogwarts head girl, Lily Evans, were murdered in their home in London last night by Voldemort himself…

James felt as if he was going to be sick as he slowly looked up in terror at Lily. She was reading the letter reporting their death, face dripping tears, sobbing and shaking as she continued to read. James couldn’t help himself as he instinctively got up and hugged her, letting her cry into his t-shirt. She held on to him, not knowing who she was hugging and cried uncontrollably. People eventually left the Great Hall after breakfast, leaving the marauders, Lily, Alice and Frank. Lily still didn’t know that she was attached to James’ shoulders when he picked her up and they all went to the head’s dorms.

Alice walked Lily up to her room and Lily and Professor McGonagall were the only people that saw her for the next week.

Lily had cried herself to sleep every single night and didn’t sleep. The only thing she had eaten was a piece of toast and drank water. She was in such poor health from the lack of nutrition and sleep, by Friday she had pneumonia.

James hadn’t slept the entire week either, sick with worry for Lily. He went to classes, did the rounds for both he and Lily and stayed in his room. Finally on Sunday morning, after getting word that Lily was sick, he went to her door.

He knocked. “Lily, can I come in?”


“Lily, please. I’d like to talk to you. Would you please let me in?”
Finally Lily spoke after a minute of silence. “No. You can’t Potter. I’m contagious anyways. You should just go.”

“Lily if you know me at all you’d know that I’m not going to take that for and answer.”

All James could hear on the other side of the door was coughing and sneezing.

“Okay, I’m coming in. Alohemora!” James said with a flick of his wand and the door unlocked. James looked at the girl he loved and could barely recognize her, with hollow eyes, ghostly pale face, and green eyes dull rather than glowing.

“Potter! What are you doing here?” Lily half yelled, half sighed. “Are you here to take pity on me?”

“I heard you were sick”

“Yeah so? I’ve been sick before! What does it matter? I’ve got no one who cares about me anymore! I’ve got nothing! Who do you think you are coming here?!” Lily rambled, saying things that didn’t even make sense.

“I brought you flowers.” James said.

“Oh.” Lily said quietly.

“I’ll just go put these in some water, you should lie down, you’re sick.”

“James,” Lily called to the bathroom. “I’m sorry, this has been a really bad week and you’ve come here and I’m just a wreck and…” Lily lay and her bed and let silent tears run down her face. “

“Oh, Lily, please don’t say you’re sorry! I’m sorry I haven’t been around more to help you.” James said, walking back to her, holding the bouquet of multi-coloured flowers.

“Lilies,” Lily said with a sad smile. “Don’t you think lilies are the friendliest flowers?”

James looked at her, slightly confused by her silliness. “I do.”

Lily shook her head back to normality. “In Hogsmeade…”

“You were charming.” James interjected with a smile.

“I was upset, but I was horrible.”

“Lily, I was the horrible one.”

“But I have no excuse.”

“Right because I am just a horrible person and I have no choice but to be horrible!”

Lily covered her mouth with a hand. “I can’t control myself! Whenever I’m around you,”

“…it’s like things just fly out of your mouth?” James said, finishing her sentence. “Don’t worry, I have been a terrible person and you’re entitled to hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.” Lily paused, looking away from him. “James, why are you here?”

“I wanted to be your friend.” James said quietly looking into Lily’s eyes.

Lily nodded slowly, locking into James’ hazel eyes.

“Oh I knew it wasn’t possible. Sometimes we want the impossible.” James continued.

After a long silence between the two, James looked away from the emerald green.

“So, whatever happened with the guy you were meeting that day in the Three Broomsticks?”

“Nothing.” Lily shrugged.

“But you’re crazy about him, right?”


“So what’s keeping you from being together?”

“I don’t actually know him!” She exclaimed embarrassed, throwing her face into her pillow.

“Let me guess…he’s you’re pen pal.”

“Yes! How did you know that!?”

James shrugged. “I’m pretty close to my pen pal as well.”

Lily smiled.

“Well I’m happy for the bloke. You want to know my suggestion? I think you should meet him. No wait, why would you want to meet someone you’re crazy about?”

“Who are you to give me advice on love?! I mean, you’ve got a different girl every week and--.” Lily was cut off by James’ hand over her lips. He shook his head.

“Don’t say something you’ll regret. I hope you get well soon.”

James quietly left Lily’s room with a small smile on his lips and leaving Lily in a slight dazed confusing, smelling a pink lily.

After taking a week to get better and being incommunicado with LonelyBoy, Lily finally wrote to him.

Dear LonelyBoy,
Sorry I haven’t written in a while but I’ve been busy. You see my parents died two weeks ago and it was a huge shock and I was a wreck, leading to pneumonia. Well, I’ve been thinking about this and I think we should meet.
x o

My dear Fleur,
I am devastated to hear the news of your parents and I offer my sincerest apologies. I hope your health has recovered. We should meet and we will meet, but I’m in the middle of a project that needs…tweaking.

“Tweaking? T-w-e-a-k-i-n-g, tweaking?” James asked.

James had decided that he and Lily should do rounds together so that she wouldn’t have to be alone for hours on end after a tragedy, and it was a chance to be alone with her.

“Yes! That’s what he wrote ‘a project that needs tweaking’. It’s funny.”

“I’ll bet…he’s dating someone.”

“What! No he isn’t!”

“Yep, dating, three years, pretty serious.”

Lily laughed. James loved to hear her laugh.

I know it’s insanely late to ask but…are you seeing anyone?

Dear Fleur!
Am I seeing someone? What kind of question is that? Don’t you know me at all? Oh I get it. Your friends are saying that we haven’t met because I’m seeing someone, am I right? 

“He didn’t answer the question!” James argued.

“Yes he did!” Lily retorted with a playful smile.

“He did not!”

“He hit the nail on the head! He knew exactly what I was going for!”

“I’ve got it!” James declared with a smirk. “He’s fat!”


“Yep, he’s fat, he’s a fatty!”

Lily laughed and rolled her eyes. “I don’t care about that! You’re just too shallow!”

“You don’t care that he has to be levitated out of his house everyday?”

“You’re so annoying!” she said, shaking her head.

“So… what’s his pen name?”

“What? I’m not telling you that!”

“Why not? I mean it’s not like I’m going to write him!”

“Okay! Fine! It’s LonelyBoy.”

“LonelyBoy?” James asked, pretending to be surprised. “What the hell kind of name is that? Is he a loser who cries in a corner? Who is this guy?”

“To be perfectly honest, I thought it was Snape for a while, until he mentioned it was his friend that came up with it…”

“And Snape doesn’t have friends!”

Fleur and LonelyBoy were getting along as well as before, but James and Lily had never been closer. They were basically best friends.

“I’d date LonelyBoy.”

“Really?” James grinned and became giddy with Lily walking ahead of him.

“I’m crazy about him. I mean as long as he’s not seeing anyone or a death eater…”

“Right…” James listened, making sure he met her requirements.”

“And the motorcycling thing.”

“What motorcycling thing?”

“I could never be with someone who rode a motorcycle.”

“I have a motorcycle.”

“What a shame. I guess we were never meant to be!”

“Guess so.” James shrugged, suddenly down. “It’s been really great hanging out with you, Lily”

“I know. It’s nice to know the James that doesn’t hit on me constantly!” Lily joked, poking James in the abs.

“Do you want to hang out with me at lunch on Saturday? The room of requirement?”

“Yeah, yeah okay.”

My Dear Fleur,
Do you still want to meet me?
There is this gorgeous view of the school in the owlry, and when the weather is snowy like this, it’s gorgeous.
Four o’clock
Gweedy and I’ll be waiting.

“So you’re meeting him, today?” James asked.

“Today! I’m so excited!


“I know!”

James opened the door to the room of requirement and found a couch with a fireplace and a table covered in fruits, vegetables, salads, soups, sandwiches, cakes and two mugs of hot chocolate.

“Oh, James it’s wonderful!” Lily exclaimed, hugging him and running over to the couch.

Lily and James talked for three hours and Lily had to go back to her room and get ready for her date.

“Well this has been so great! I’ll see you tonight for rounds and I’ll tell you all about him!”

“Lily, wait. Can I ask you something?”


“Lily, if I wasn’t me... and I didn’t try so hard ...and we just met... we could’ve been something more than just… best friends.”

Lily nodded, not knowing what to say and looking at her feet, not wanting to make eye contact with him. It was true. Lily had grown to adore her new best friend but she loved LonelyBoy and she was afraid that if she looked at James she would truly fall for him.

“…and I wouldn’t be able to wait a day without talking to you, or being around you, and I could whisk you off to Hogsmeade…and we would never had have been at war and…”

“James. I’m sorry I have to go.”

“Well can I just ask you… how can you forgive this guy for standing you up, and you can’t forgive me for the tiny little thing ...of ruining all these years?” James looked at the ceiling, not wanting to look at Lily’s emerald eyes.

“I’m sorry.” With that, Lily ran out of the room, afraid of how she felt.

Lily arrived at the owlry promptly at four o’clock wearing jeans, a wool sweater and mittens, with her hair in long, flowing curls and her make up done ever so slightly. She looked out from the high tower and suddenly regretted coming as her fear of heights came screaming back to her. She sat on bench in the tower as a familiar, fluffy white bird fluttered in.

“Gweedy! Giwdeh!” a recognizable voice called. Lily’s stomach did a flip-flop. This was it.

The familiar voice came nearer and she could see black hair. 

Then hazel eyes. 

Then James.

Lily shook her head and laughed at James coming up the steps until she realized that James was her pen pal all along. She hadn’t told him about Gweedy. He was LonelyBoy. As Lily began to realize this, tears started running down her face. James placed a warm hand on her face and he wiped her tears.

“Don’t cry, Fleur, don’t cry.”

“I wanted it to be you.”

James held Lily in his arms and kissed her with more passion than any other kiss ever experienced, his hands in her hair her arms around his neck. Lily couldn’t feel anything, the height didn’t scare her and she never wanted to let go of the man she had always truly loved.

Okay so what did you think?
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Can anyone guess why I named Giwdeh, Giwdeh?
Thank you so much to all of my reviewers!!!! Especially the people who guessed! ;P

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