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The Letter on Her Doorstep

It was a normal day for the Dursleys. Their son had just woken up and was squealing, waking up the entire street. Mr. Dursley blamed it on Mrs. Dursley and Mrs. Dursley blamed it back on him. After about ten minutes of arguing, they attended to their son, by feeding him breakfast.

Mrs. Dursley, then opened their front door, forgetting the previous day’s encounters, to put out milk bottles. And she stumbled upon a bundle of blankets, not knowing how far from normal her life was going to be, for the coming years. She screamed, waking up the little boy, about one year of age, with a scar the shape of a lightning bolt. With it, came a letter, addressed to her.

Dear Petunia Dursley,

I hope you have kept well since our last correspondence. May you have a great married life and Dudley (your son; if my sources are correct) live a long, happy life.

This, I write to deliver to you a grave, grave news. I’m sure the Ministry of Magic hasn’t contacted you as of yet. The child you’re holding belongs to your sister Lily Potter. Her husband James and Lily were killed on the night of 31st October.

Dear Petunia, let me give you my condolence, as I know that, although you and your sister haven’t been on talking terms, you did love her dearly. I hope you know that she did love you too, even after all this time. But know that she loved this son of hers, who, as you know is called Harry James Potter.

Let me tell you, that your sister died a brave woman, trying to protect her son. A wizard, by the name of Lord Voldemort hunted them down and tried to kill Harry. He couldn’t touch the boy because your sister died protecting him. It is ancient magic-love as a protective charm, and due to Lily’s action, her son survived the killing curse-something no wizard can be attributed of resisting, let alone live with a meager scar. Voldemort, on the other hand, fled, as his powers were weakened when the spell rebounded. I hope you appreciate the bravery exhibited by Lily. She was a brave, loyal woman and her sacrifice will be remembered by us for the years to come.

As for her son, he is assuredly going to be a powerful wizard and make you proud one day. You will need to guardian for him in order to make the spell work, as you are the only living family he has. While under your roof, he will have every protection he would need, as you share your bloodline with Lily Potter.

You need to know, Petunia, that the reason your sister and her husband were hunted down, was because, not only were they brave, powerful young wizards, but also a prophecy which says that the one with powers enough to destroy Voldemort would be Harry. He is our only hope to kill Voldemort, when he comes back to power.

I wouldn’t assume that everything was perfectly fine between you and your sister; and I’m aware of my contribution to ruining your relationship. But I hope you understand that I couldn’t be of any help to you whatsoever and that this strained relationship has no hand in the way you take care of Harry. I also hope that you would give Harry as much protection and love as you could give him as an aunt and let him grow up to be a fine young man by the time he gets his Hogwarts acceptance letter. Your protection and-even a place in your house, enough for him to call home would help Lily’s sacrifice work. It would help us in what I think would destroy an evil wizard to take over the world and kill innocent people such as you and your sister and destroy more families.

Let Lily’s sacrifice not go waste! Let the world see in Harry Potter a fine, brave young man such as his parents! Let him make you and I proud!

In case of any help, please don’t hesitate to get back to me-you know very well how to. I will keep an eye on Harry.

Thank you.

Yours sincerely,

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.

Reading this, Petunia wanted to cry. Her sister, her Lily was dead, killed by an evil wizard. What is it to me, she thought and hurried inside with the boy, and faced her husband.

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Always: Waiting

Chapter 1: Waiting
A Harry Potter Fanfiction
AU James/Lily

It was snowing outside and she was waiting. Always waiting. Sometimes she thought he might just think of her as a conquest. Like Sirius and he might have divided girls between themselves in freshman year. And she was the only one he hadn’t won over. Till yesterday, that is. Yesterday, she asked him. She initiated the conversation, while he played it cool. Like after the past three and a half years of begging for her to “just get one cup of coffee, even discussing about brain anatomy for the AP class” would do. But yesterday he played it cool. And it annoyed her.

A cold wind was blowing over. She had to ball up both her fists and put them inside the pockets of her sweater. Even breathing took an effort, but she decided to walk it up to the city library.
As soon as she entered, the smell of his perfume hit her. She wanted to turn back and run away, instinctively, but that, she knew, was pointless. And a reflection of her cowardice. And of all things, coward, she was not.
He bumped into him. “Evans!” he acknowledged. She nodded in return. “I was on my way back. Do you want me to wait for you?” She said no. He walked away, nonchalantly. And it infuriated her for some reason.
So, obviously she rung him on the phone. And asked if he wanted to revise AP Biology over coffee soon. He said he’d check his schedule and call her.
After an hour of waiting for him to return her call, and bashing herself over it, he texted back asking her to meet him the next day in the school library.

And now, it’s been an hour. She’s been waiting for an hour. Nobody has made her wait for an hour. She is annoyed that he had to check his schedule. She is annoyed that he texted her, instead of calling her back. She’s annoyed that she has to wait for him in the cold.

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Just The Way We Are

A James Potter/Lily Evans Fanfiction

She walks in with sunshine making her head look like fire. A quill stuck between her ear and her head. A sling bag almost slides off her shoulder, flexed by the weight of a dozen books she’s carrying in her hand. Her eyebrows cross in concentration.

He stands alone, his hands in his pockets, his body leaning against the cold wall. To be honest, he was waiting for her to come this way. And now that she is walking towards him- his direction, that is, she’s actually headed towards the library- he relaxes. He chuckles looking at her. Her green eyes meet his hazel.

She is shocked to find him there early morning. Her shock turns into surprise as her hands are suddenly free of the additional weight. “Forgot you’re a witch, Evans?” she hears him chuckle. “If you want them to be carried, allow me,” he added.

He sees her pale cheeks growing red slowly and- oh my Merlin! Was that a giggle? He feels something beyond his explanation as she now walks towards him. “Hey! What are you doing here?” she whispers leaving goosebumps on his skin. “Why waiting for you, obviously!”

She looks at him questioningly. Why was he waiting for her? “Oh relax Lil, I just wanted to see that you aren’t overworking yourself. And propose doing Potions together?” Her heart skips a beat as he says ‘propose.’ She looks at him a little too giddyly, in her opinion.

“Oh the mighty James Potter ask someone for help? Oh, this is interesting!” she says. He is now embarrassed. “I don’t mind asking for your help. I don’t have to guard myself in front of you. You’re… You’re a part of me.” Foot in the mouth. Way to go, James!, he thinks. But to his disbelief, she chuckles. “You’re lucky, then. I was about to revise Potions right now. After you, sir!” He looks disbelivingly for a second.

“Oh no, I insist, my lady. After you.” She feels her her cheeks burning. My Lady. That’s so amazing. Shut up Lily! She walks ahead so as not to embarrass herself any further. As the familiar scent of old parchment hits her, she suddenly feels at home. Quickly glancing through, she decides to go and sit by the window facing the Forbidden Forest. As she paves her way, she suddenly remembers James was quietly following her. So she stops abruptly.

He walks right into her and all her books fall down. She follows them making a louder thump and he has to balance himself so that he doesn’t fall on her. She looks visibly embarrassed and he lets out a barking laugh. She narrows her eyes, and asks for his hand to help her up.

He laughs with his hands over his stomach. She wants to cry, but looking at him laughing, she suddenly feels lighter and starts laughing.

He suddenly stops laughing, hearing her laugh and is left breathless. The way the light reflects her eyes, and accentuates its uniqueness makes it impossible for him to stop looking at her. He tears off his mind painfully from the daydream he’s weaving and gives her his hand.

“Lily, you’re not hurt, yeah?” She looks up. He’s even more handsome from down here. It’s a little difficult for her to breathe. She realizes she hasn’t breathed in for about half a minute. She scoops down and takes her arms off the ground and pulls her up. And she lets him.

She doesn’t fight him off, and he considers it positively. They continue to walk to some dark corner of the library he never knew existed. While this excites him, he’s also a little unsure. Why would she take me to a secluded place? If it were me, that would make sense.

She suddenly feels inspired and doesn’t not want to take him to places she has discovered. Even if they aren’t as amazing like the Room of Requirement. She suddenly wants to tell him every little secret and every little thought she has. She wants him to be the person whom she’d talk to and not just listens to. She wants to hold him and never let him go. Through fire and snow. And this dream feels normal and not scary at all.

He wonders what goes through her mind. Why she is quietly leading him to unknown places. But he doesn’t want to force her to talk. He knows she doesn’t do disclosure. Perhaps with Marlene? Or Karen? But he’s sure she’s mostly secretive. He wonders which guy she likes. Whom did she obsess over? He knew about Snape, but he genuinely hopes she never liked him. Ugh. Perhaps a celebrity crush? Maybe one of those Muggle movie stars?

They finally reach the place Lily goes alone to. James looks at her then and finds her grinning. “Shall we?” she asks, as she procures two very comfortable looking bean bags and a tiny study table. They both take seats opposite to each other and they have to keep their legs touching to fit in. They both grin visibly at this.

“So, Potter. How may I be of assistance to you?”
“How about we call in for tea and sandwiches?”
“Hey! I refuse our first date to be in the library.” She suddenly looks down and blushes, realizing what she had just said.
He looks at her in amazement and a little disbelief. Sensing her embarrassment, he tries to say something. But all he can manage is, “That’s true.”

After about a minute of awkward silence, Lily starts laughing. He runs his hair through his hair, as she brushes her warm hand apparently accidentally. “Let’s go over to Hogsmaede tonight, yes?” he asks her finally. Her eyes light up. That was the most bewitched James Potter had been all his life.

That night, Lily Evans decided that one day she might just sign off as Lily Potter, and be happy about it.