Once upon a time, there was a boy named James Potter. Everything about him seemed particularly extraordinary. Boys were envious of him, and girls swooned over him, but there was only one girl who truly caught his eye and he loved dearly.

James finds Lily sobbing by herself one night after a particularly grueling Quidditch practice. Will he go up and comfort her? Or will he finally decide that his presence will only make her feel worst?

The couple of times Lily felt her heart would burst from loving James too much.

Beneath those long lashes were her sparkling emerald eyes, copied on her son's face. James saw this, and it took everything inside of him to resist jumping in the delivery ward and punching his fist in the air.

I have to admit I regret certain things in my life. I regret being mean to James and not realising that he was meant for me earlier.I regret not getting a chance to hold James before he died and telling him I loved him and Harry with all of my heart.