FIC -- Cernunnos Dying, PG
Title: Cernunnos Dying
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Pairings: One-sided Lily/James, Lily/Fabian Prewett
Summary: "James Potter was born on the winter solstice, loved Lily Evans on Beltane, and died on the day of the summer solstice, aged fourteen, the first time he saw her smile."
Author's Notes: Cernunnos is the Horned God in Celtic mythology. To find out about him, go here.
Cernunnos Dying
James Potter was considered an odd boy, because even before the war reached Hogwarts, he liked to think about dying. His friends didn’t really understand it, even after the murders started, because death was always a topic that they tried to steer clear of.
James had decided long ago that it was a fascinating subject, though: he imagined that that when one died, they would go to heaven, or hell; sometimes he considered the concept of reincarnation, and then he wondered if maybe there was nothing at all after death, unless, of course, one became a ghost.
Lily Evans fascinated him, not because she was like death, but because she was the exact opposite. She was always infuriatingly morally correct, and yet she could be so carelessly cruel that he never knew quite what to think of her. Once, he had considered hating her, but eventually he settled on loving her instead.
Lily was wildfire; the soft glow of the stars; life itself. She held James captivated in her palm without even realising it. He still thought about dying, about winding his way down paths of star-shine and looking back to see how beautiful the world was, but when he thought of Lily, he thought of her maybe finding her way back afterwards, because surely Lily would never die.
But she would kill, as James discovered when he watched her. She killed without a care in the world. She killed him second by second when she kissed Fabian Prewett, and she smiled that wild, giddy smile of hers, grasping onto the front of his robes, unaware that the whole school was watching her.
James Potter was born on the winter solstice, loved Lily Evans on Beltane, and died on the day of the summer solstice, aged fourteen, the first time he saw her smile.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Pairings: One-sided Lily/James, Lily/Fabian Prewett
Summary: "James Potter was born on the winter solstice, loved Lily Evans on Beltane, and died on the day of the summer solstice, aged fourteen, the first time he saw her smile."
Author's Notes: Cernunnos is the Horned God in Celtic mythology. To find out about him, go here.
Cernunnos Dying
James Potter was considered an odd boy, because even before the war reached Hogwarts, he liked to think about dying. His friends didn’t really understand it, even after the murders started, because death was always a topic that they tried to steer clear of.
James had decided long ago that it was a fascinating subject, though: he imagined that that when one died, they would go to heaven, or hell; sometimes he considered the concept of reincarnation, and then he wondered if maybe there was nothing at all after death, unless, of course, one became a ghost.
Lily Evans fascinated him, not because she was like death, but because she was the exact opposite. She was always infuriatingly morally correct, and yet she could be so carelessly cruel that he never knew quite what to think of her. Once, he had considered hating her, but eventually he settled on loving her instead.
Lily was wildfire; the soft glow of the stars; life itself. She held James captivated in her palm without even realising it. He still thought about dying, about winding his way down paths of star-shine and looking back to see how beautiful the world was, but when he thought of Lily, he thought of her maybe finding her way back afterwards, because surely Lily would never die.
But she would kill, as James discovered when he watched her. She killed without a care in the world. She killed him second by second when she kissed Fabian Prewett, and she smiled that wild, giddy smile of hers, grasping onto the front of his robes, unaware that the whole school was watching her.
James Potter was born on the winter solstice, loved Lily Evans on Beltane, and died on the day of the summer solstice, aged fourteen, the first time he saw her smile.