A chronicle of James and Lily from the end of their fifth year. A story of how a stubborn girl and a caring boy found each other amongst the impending darkness. Less doom-and-gloom, more focused on the moments of light in the darkness.

Lily returns to the dorm frustrated over the blood supremacists taunting her, taking it out on James instead, but he is able to see right through her. Will James be able to calm her down before they fight or will this be the breaking point in their relationship?

Another one shot set in Seventh Year. Lily and James make a bet to see who can resist the other the longest, with the loser having to reveal to all of their friends that they are in a relationship. Neither is as strong as they thought, but who could be when faced with the undeniable and magnetic attraction between the two? Fluff, a smidgen of smut, and lots and lots of cliches.

James' team has just won the Quidditch Cup, and Lily comes to the change room after the match to congratulate him. Another one shot, lots and lots of fluff.

Lily receives a letter and storms out of the Great Hall, James running after her. When she refuses to tell him what's wrong, he has to resort to other measures to get her to open up. Oneshot set in Seventh Year.

Another fluffy one shot. Set in Seventh Year. Lily is laying in bed considering the fight she and James have just had. Will she wallow in her half-empty bed that doesn't feel right without James in it, or swallow her pride and go to him?

A little silly one-shot of an imagining in my head. Sirius is beginning to clock on to all of the lovesick glances James and Lily throw at each other, before noticing their wayward hands inching ever closer to each other. Remus, of course, has known for months, and it is everything he can do to keep Sirius from blowing the secret. But all will be revealed in good time.

James and Lily's first heated confession of love, witnessed by their friends, as told from Remus' perspective. One-shot. A little bit of fluff.

Lily Evans and James Potter were extraordinary in anything they did. Even in their death. One-shot. Fluff. The good parts of that final day, 31st October 1981.