Disclaimer: I sadly did not write Harry Potter or anything that has to do with Harry Potter and that wondrous world.

A/N: New story!! I hope you all enjoy it- please read, comment, review,

anything- just as long as I know that you're interested- because your input is what keeps me writing! I won't abandon this story- I am determined to finish it. So please, read and enjoy.

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Lily Evans, a green-eyed sixth year Gryffindor Prefect, had everything she wanted. She had two of the greatest friends: Amity and Macey, and she was the top of her class (something she modestly gloated about whenever she got the chance).

There was one thing, one person that Lily Evans wished she would never have met. Someone that she wished would never have been even born in her lifetime, in her grade. Someone who's name was-

"JAMES POTTER!"

A sixteen year old boy with unruly brown hair turned and looked at the stern and lip-pursed Professor McGonagall, "Yes, Professor?"

"Oh do not give me that, young man! Look at what you have done!" she roared.

"I don't know what you mean, Professor. What have I done exactly?"

"You intolerable- you- you have drawn a mustache on the Fat Lady!" she barked, red and veins bulging.

"Now why would I do that?"

"I don't know how your sick brain works, Mr. Potter. You and your mind have always been a mystery to all of the teachers here. Just know that you will be getting a two weeks detention- with ME!" she added and began to walk away, mumbling something that sounded like, "The first day of the year!"

A boy with shaggy black hair stepped out from behind a wall, sniggering, "Ah, Prongs, very smooth, my friend, very smooth."

"Cut it Padfoot, let's go before anyone-

The red headed Lily Evans stepped out from an empty classroom, apparently having heard it all.

"And you've been made a prefect? They've all gone mad!" she said.

"Oh, shut it, you stuck-up arse," he spat.

"Stuck-up arse? Really? Is that the best you can do?" she huffed, "Look Potter, you keep your little rich nose out of my life, go it?"

"Why would I want to go sniff up your life anyways? It wreaks," he said, and began walking away, very glad when he heard Lily groan disbelievingly. How he hated her.

Sirius Black, his best friend, sensed this tension. "Prongs, get over it. She's a girl- the most they're worth is a good snog."

James rolled his eyes, "Padfoot you prick- she just won't leave me alone, that stupid Evans is all."

He patted him playfully on the back, "Let's just go to the Great Hall; I think we stalled long enough to skip the sorting- that's always dreadfully boring. We were always good at stalling events," he added, beginning to reminisce about their past five years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Honestly though- who starts it? Me or her?" he asked, but Sirius wasn't paying attention. He had just stopped and was rooted to the ground, sniffing the air around them.

"James," he whispered.

"What is it now?"

"I smell…"

"What exactly do you smell?"

I smell…a smell…of…TREACLE TARTS!" he cried and started sprinting toward the Great Hall, James at his heels, laughing.

The doors of the Great Hall swung open and all the students turned to look at the regularly late and troublemaking Marauders. Now, they weren't the only Marauders- there was also Remus Lupin, a student who was secretly a werewolf. He wasn't as much a trouble maker as these two, but occasionally he stepped in to have some fun (although most of the time he was just the brains of the plans). Then, there was Peter, a mousy kind of boy with a scrunched nose who didn't really belong in their group. Instead, he had just tagged along from the beginning, and neither one of the other three was ever able to get rid of him. They surrendered, and let him be a part of their group.

When they sat down in the table, they also saw Lily again, sitting with her two friends. Lily winced inwardly when her eyes met with James'.

One of her friends sighed, "Lily I'm very bored with this."

"Bored with what?" she asked.

"You're whole thing with James. You guys should just go apologize. For five years you've been acting like a pair of gits!"

"Ah, Amity, you always had a way with words," said Macey.

"Does it really bother you that much?" asked Lily in mock sincerity.

"Yes, it does," said Macey.

"It bloody ruins our day!" cried Amity, attracting the attention of the students at their table.

"Well, blame Potter. He's the insignificant prick who causes all of my rampages. If it wasn't for him, I'd be living a perfectly fantastic life. But no, he has to ruin it."

"You must be ruining his life, too, you know?"

"Oh," said Lily as she served herself some roasted ham, "But I'm perfectly okay with that."

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The feast had been scrumptious, delicious, succulent, but now they were in the Gryffindor common room, exhausted and sprawled out over the scarlet furniture. James and Sirius ambled in, much to Lily's displeasure, and had wicked grins on their faces (probably from some hilarious prank they had recently played on Peeves). Lily saw that James had seen her so she started to talk with Marcey.

"Stop ignoring the problem, Lily," she said before Lily could even get a word out.

"What are you talking about?"

"I don't want to be involved with your little, or actually rather big, situation. I'm friends with Sirius and Remus, and I'd like to keep it that way, thanks."

"Remus and Sirius? I think you just fancy Remus," she said teasingly.

Marcey hit her with one of her broken chess pieces, her eyes not straying from her homework.

"Look at her," said James, grimacing, "All perky and twitchy."

Sirius snorted, "I don't think twitchy is the right way to put it, Prongs. Insane, maybe."

Remus rolled his eyes and Peter watched intently.

"Why, Padfoot, you're right!" said James, intentionally loud, "That Lily Evans is an insane little brown-noser! All she worries about is grades! No life, that one!"

Lily's face was reddened with rage and she stalked over to their table.

"What did you say Potter?!" she snarled.

"I said that you, Evans, are an insane little-

Lily Evans slapped him hard across the face. Everyone in the common room was quiet; the loudest thing was Lily's breathing.

"Say it again, Potter! I DARE you!" she shouted, walking up to the girls' dormitory, followed quickly by Macey.

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