A/N: This story has now been translated into Hungarian by Pank89. For some reason, the link won't paste correctly, but if you type in Megírva a Csillagokban to Google it should work.

Anyways, thanks for clicking, and here goes:

Lily Evans grabbed a wad of muggle money and handed it to the taxi driver. He blinked in astonishment at the amount she'd given, but Lily didn't care. Hopefully that'd be the last time she'd ever need to use muggle money; she simply couldn't carry both her trunks and apparate herself to the train station.

That's right: Lily Evans was bringing two trunks to school. All that was left of her family was Petunia, and she was hardly welcome at home. So, she'd packed up everything she could rightly call her own, used a Gemini charm on her trunk, and managed, with a few shrinking spells, to fit everything into her two trunks.

Two trunks because though she could have easily fit it all into one, she wanted to feel like she was worth more than one trunk. So she packed two.

Why the muggle taxi? Lily Evans was brilliant. She could have shrunk both her trunks to fit into her pocket and disappeared with a pop. But Lily decided to give one last farewell to the muggle world, waving goodbye to her childhood (and to use the last of her muggle money).

And now she lugged both her trunks to a cart and made her way to Platform 9 ¾. As soon as she crossed the barrier, she felt at home. She truly was a witch; this was her world. And Lily wouldn't ever look back.

"Lily! Oy, EVANS!"

Lily glanced over her shoulder to see her best mate, Alice Prewett, running towards her. "Al!" Lily exclaimed as she held out her arms. Alice was a very, well, physical person. She always gave Lily the biggest hugs, and Lily let her. Alice was the only person she'd ever gotten close to, save for Severus, but nobody ever talked about him anymore. Not after fifth year.

"I've missed you so much," Alice said as she embraced her best friend.

"I missed you too. You took your sweet time writing me back," Lily said with a pretend scowl as they separated and started walking towards the Hogwarts Express.

"I'm sorry, it's not my fault your whole life revolves around me writing you back."

"For the first month, I was trapped in a house with just Tuney, wallowing in self pity," Lily said as Alice shot her a sympathetic glance. "Then I was so graciously offered the spare bed over the Cat's Eye in Diagon Alley. And, in case I forgot to tell you, Evan and his partner Jacob are definitely not quiet lovers."

"You did say something about that," Alice said with a smile.

"And meanwhile, you were off in bloody Greece, having the time of your life and shagging Frank on the beach."

"It wasn't all that great." Lily gave her a skeptical look. "I kept getting sunburn, and I also got sand in places that were difficult and awkward to scourgify."

Lily burst out laughing. "Whatever. At least I now have a drinking tolerance that will rival anyone's. I can't wait for the first time we win a quidditch match."

Alice and Lily settled in a compartment containing Mary Macdonald and Hestia Jones. "I've got to be off, to show those damn Prefects their schedules and such," Lily said with a grumble as the train slowly took off.

"Good luck with that," Alice said.

Eventually they reached Hogwarts, and Lily and her three roommates made it into one of the fist carriages, and got seats near the entrance of the hall so they'd be the first ones to leave. After six years of doing this, their seventh year, they'd decided, would be effortless.

"Who's that? Anyone else recognize him?" Hestia asked as the hat began sorting first years. "I just can't find the name."

"No way," Mary said with a giggle. "That's James Potter." All our heads turned to the staff table where sure enough, we recognized the famous Marauder.

"But he's so young to be a professor," Alice said. "The Marauders were in their seventh year when we were fourth, right? So he's only three, four years older than us?"

"Perhaps they couldn't find anyone else," Lily said loudly over the cheering; someone had just gotten sorted into Gryffindor.

"Or maybe he's just that good. What's his post?" Hestia asked.

"Defense," Mary and Alice said together.

"So that's seven teachers in seven years? The pay can't be that crappy," Lily said with a smile.

"Maybe us students are just little monsters and we can't be tamed," Hestia said with a wink.

"They say it's been that way for over twenty years," Alice said darkly. "Ever since some guy…Riddle? Anyway, he was so upset he didn't get the job so he cursed the position."

"Shh, Dumbledore's talking," Mary hissed.

Sure enough, "-to another year at Hogwarts. Firstly, I would like to point out a staffing change. Professor Greene," Greene stood up and gave a wave, "will be taking up our post as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," he paused for polite clapping, "And Professor Potter," Potter stood up for a quick second, "will be our new Transfiguration teacher."

"That's a tricky subject," Mary said, as it was her worst one. "I hope he's good; they say it takes a lifetime to truly master transfiguration."

"I'm sure he's fine, otherwise Dumbledore wouldn't hire him, would he?" Hestia pointed out. "Plus, he's sure to be something nice to look at during class."

"Keep it in your pants for once, would you, 'Tia?" Lily said with an eye roll.

The students of Hogwarts stuffed themselves until they could hold no more. As soon as the headmaster dismissed them, the four Gryffindors fled to avoid the crowd. "I'll see you guys later, okay? I've got to go to my new room." Lily said.

"See you tomorrow at breakfast," Alice said, who was being tugged along by Mary.

"See you." Lily Evans, alone once again, headed off to her new abode.