A/N: You asked for it, you got it. My first two-shot! Thanks to Darkefire98 for writing this over text with me! Ah!

D: Do I sound like a forty-five year old woman who's been married twice and has three kids? I hope not. JKR owns Hp, not me! (That rhymed!)

Dear Lily,

You have no idea how grateful I am for Hestia right now. And this one time, I am actually glad to hear you insulted me. I'm actually glad to hear anything from you, really. The time away from you so far has been excruciating. I miss you, Lils. A lot. More than you can imagine. More than even I can believe. I know you don't believe that I still care about you either, but I do. I can't remember a time I didn't care about you... The moment I saw you I knew.

When the accident happened, I thought you would never care about me. So I became a total arse towards you. That was probably the wrong thing to do, but I couldn't look at you and know you'd never look back. And now, I feel enlightened. Like there is finally light in my life again.

Sirius found me about an hour after I read your letter, and he said "Mate, what happened to your face? You haven't smiled like that, or at all really, since Evans left for summer hols!" Then, the realization hit his face Even his face brightened at the sight of mine. He raised one eyebrow and I just nodded. You have no idea how long I've waited for this. Now, here I sit. Wondering...

Wondering if you mean it. Wondering if I'm dreaming. And plainly wondering where this leaves us. I love. Now I know you love me. I know you said I didn't have to tell you that, but I do. I have to. To make sure you know that this is for real.

I love you, Lily Marie Evans.

Merlin, it's so real. It's scary, and frightening, and beautiful all at once. But most of all, it's real. So now, I'll ask once more. Only because I love you and you asked me. Will you go out with me? Will you make me the happiest man in the world?


James Harold Potter

It was two days later that James received a reply. He actually dropped the note when he first read it. There written in her elegant, loopy script, was one word. One word so different, so foreign and beautiful, so rare, James had to read it twice to make sure.