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Want to hear a secret?
James Potter didn't even really like Lily Evans for the first two years of Hogwarts.
She was pretty and she was kind of friends with Remus, but, to be honest, James thought she was a bit of a boring bookworm at first. She was just so quiet. She was really smart, he knew that, but she didn't talk much. It didn't help that they had gotten off on the wrong foot on the Hogwarts Express.
Something happened between their second and third years, though. She came back with a new fire in her heart, and in her tongue. She became friends with almost all of the girls in Gryffindor, and in the other houses too, because when she wasn't snapping at those she didn't like, she was helping those that she did.
Unfortunately, Lily seemed to have marked James and Sirius as "those she didn't like." Every time that James and Lily got paired together in class, they ended up having really loud arguments.
But, at that point, it didn't really matter, because James didn't like Lily.
At the beginning of third year, James was ecstatic to learn the Gryffindor Quidditch Team was looking for a new Chaser. He tried out and he made the team.
But on the morning of his first game, his nerves got the better of him. Though he'd spent hours practicing, hours dodging bludgers, hours passing Quaffles, hours flying through every weather condition known to wizards, that morning, he flipped.
He couldn't do anything right. Things that had been easy in practice suddenly seemed impossible.
James was sure that the Captain would kick him off of the team when the game was over. After all, the other Chasers at tryouts hadn't been all that bad. Merlin, even Remus could probably have done a better job than James was doing at that point.
The captain called a timeout. James was starting to consider surrender when a flash of red caught his eye. Lily Evans was sitting down in the Gryffindor stands, having just arrived. She was wearing her Gryffindor robes. There was a book tucked under her arm, and she had a huge smile on her face as she greeted Remus, who sat on her left.
The team captain yelled his name and James realized that he'd been staring at Lily while the rest of the team had been circling up. James flew over to join the circle. "Alright, James, I think we can agree that we shouldn't give you the ball anymore," he said. Neil wasn't one to sugarcoat things.
"Can I just have one more chance?" James begged.
Neil and the other Chaser exchanged a skeptical look, but they nodded and flew back out to their positions.
A few seconds after the game went back into play, Neil tossed the Quaffle to James and James flew down the field, dodging bludgers and Hufflepuffs alike, and threw the Quaffle threw the middle hoop.
His first goal.
All of Gryffindor stood up and started screaming.
But James didn't even notice. He was looking at Lily Evans.
And she was reading her book.
He'd realized at that moment that Lily Evans was his good luck charm. And from that day forward, James was determined to make her his, no matter what it took.
My first Jily story! Putting one up is slightly intimidating because there are so many amazing Jily writers. In case you're interesting, I may be posting a multi-chapter Jily fic... at some point. Please leave a review and tell me what you thought!