Lily and James' Prophecy

Prologue

What is love? Many think love is when two people see something in others that no one else can. Some even think it to be the bonding of two people beyond anything else. But love goes beyond that... beyond just the feeling and the longing, beyond just the holding and the kissing, beyond the sex and the wild flare.

Love is the bonding of two souls... two souls whose uniqueness has brought them together to share the most divine emotion and feeling anyone can ever experience. Love cannot be forced onto two people. Love is neither created nor destroyed, neither broken nor mended, found nor lost. It has simply always existed.

This is a story of love... love between two people who wanted to be together, two people who seemed to need each other, two people who LOVED each other... but couldn't. Why? Magic... the simple answer with so much mystery surrounding it.

It all started off with my trip to Hogwarts... that's where I met him, that's where I met my first love. But it was never meant to be. Love is sometimes torn apart by forces beyond our control, forces not even imaginable.

People always think that love is kissing, hugging, touching... but love is the realisation that you aren't the only one who exists... and that the one who holds your heart has the power to break it. And that the one who holds your heart will do anything for you... anything. What is a love story without a real story behind it? This is my story, the story of my love... the love I found, the love I received, the love I confided in. and... the love that I lost.

James Potter was never ordinary... not to me. From the first time I laid my eyes on him, I knew there was something in his eyes. His whole aura was was electrifying and lively. I knew he was special.

Then there was Lily Evans... my first ever friend at Hogwarts. Weird... I never thought she would be the one the Prophecy spoke about... but I have gotten ahead of myself. Lily meant everything to me, and I suppose I meant a lot to her too.

Hogwarts proved to be some of the most lovely and depressing years of my life... but it also opened up new doors to me, helped me experience things that I would take on with me forever. It offered me opportunities I never dreamt of... never even hoped of.

But most of all, it gave me him...

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Chapter 1 - To King's Cross

"Stand straight!" exclaimed Diana Riddle.

"Mum, stop nagging me for crying out loud!" retaliated her daughter Violet.

"I don't want your first picture before you start your first year at Hogwarts to be you looking like the damn hunch-back of Notre Dame."

"Whatever," Violet muttered looking away, standing straight and looking straight into the camera, her light purple eyes turning a darker shade of purple as her mood was quickly changing from anticipation into anger at her mother.

The camera man took the photo, the flash dazzling Violet a bit. Just then her father walked in, actually wearing Muggle clothes.

"Are you two girls ready?" he winked at Violet and Diana.

"Not quite Paris, she still has to take another picture with her by the fireplace."

"Oh gosh mum! Don't you ever give up? I don't feel photogenic."

"And I don't feel like I care. Violet Rhiannon Riddle, this is your first ever time leaving this house for such a long period of time. And not are you just leaving, but you're leaving for Hogwarts!" said Diana.

"And... your point?" softened Violet. Her mother had actually used her middle name... this actually meant something to her.

"Don't get attitude with your mother, Vi," said Paris.

"Ok, the fireplace then... and that's it. No more," she said.

Her mother's face broke into a smile. "Good, I thought you'd see it my way."

Violet rolled her eyes and walked gracefully to the fireplace. It was how she always walked. There was a grace about her that no one could ever quite put their finger on. She had long blonde-brown hair, reaching to the middle of her back. Her eyes she had gotten from her mother, purple as they were, they changed shades with her moods. Her facial expressions though were from her father. A straight nose, her lips light pink and her cheeks rosy. Her father had never gone a day without telling her how much of a beautiful young woman she was progressing into.

"Ok, make sure and get the portrait of Salazar in the picture too," said Diana to the camera man. The portrait of Salazar that she was referring to was a huge oil painting directly above the fireplace of Salazar Slytherin. Violet's father was a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin, and possibly the only living heir... apart from Him.

Click.

Violet blinked as the flash dazzled her for the tenth time that morning. "Ok are we done now?" she asked inquiringly.

"Yes we are ugly," teased her father laughing. He always called her "ugly". It was one of his pet names for her.

She punched him playfully in the chest, "Whatever daddy," she said rolling her eyes pretending to be angry but couldn't help the smile that broke across her face. She looked into his eyes and he winked at her. Her heart skipped a beat. It had just dawned upon her: she this would be the longest ever time she was away from her father. Violet meant everything to Paris, and he meant everything to her. She was his only child, and he cherished her dearly. She suddenly pulled him into a long hug and kissed his cheek as Diana rushed around making last minute checks that Violet wasn't forgetting anything of importance.

"Daddy, I love you," she said looking up at him.

"I love you too, honey."

"Violet, I packed some extra pyjamas. And don't forget Bernard, he's outside on the porch so pick up his cage when we're going. Ok, you lovebirds. Let's get going... Paris I told you to drop that other woman years ago," said Diana teasingly referring to Violet as "the other woman".

As they walked out the door and her father waved his wand locking the door, Violet picked up her tawny owl, Bernard. "Don't worry Berny," she reassured the owl, "we're going to be ok. You have me."

Violet wrung her hands nervously as they got into the car. She felt as if she were ready for a year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry... or was she? She had been looking forward to this day for a long time. She knew both her father and mother had gone to Hogwarts. She had heard the stories of the Great Hall's ceiling, reflecting the sky outside, the dark and cold dungeons, the lake... everything. But then why did she feel so... empty?

"What are you thinking about, Vi?" asked her father looking at her through the review mirror.

"Nothing," she lied quickly and she fumbled with something in her pocket momentarily.

"This goddamn traffic, we'll take at least two hours to get to King's Cross," cursed Paris.

"We should have apparated," said Diana bewildered.

"We can't just show up at King's Cross out of thin air, Diana."

"Not in King's Cross! I'd have to be a complete dolt. I mean somewhere around that general area -"

"Ahem... and what about me? Leave me in space I presume?" said Violet distastefully. "Plus, we still have about four hours. I don't even see why we left home this early. We could have used Floo Powder and gone to Uncle Richard's and then get to King's Cross from there."

"Oh dear, Violet you never mention things when the time is right," retorted her mother.

Violet looked down again at what she had fumbled with earlier and passed a finger over its smooth and glassy surface. "What's that?" asked her father as he looked at her again through his review mirror. "Nothing," she lied as she used her scarf to cover it.

Two hours later after much complaining about the heat, traffic, Muggle drivers and contemplating if they would be on time to catch the Hogwarts Express, Violet gave a small exclamation, "I see it! King's Cross!"