Disclaimer: Even though I'd love too, I do not own Harry Potter. The amazing J.K Rowling does.

I, Lily Marie Evans, has finally figured out that life isn't as bloody easy as it's made out to be.

I know you're probably thinking, "Hasn't anyone warned you about the terrors and depressingness of life?" And the answer is, yes they have. My mum always used to tell me that life wasn't easy or fair, and my dad reminded me too. Not to mention my older sister Petunia who mainly just said it to annoy me and prove that since she was older she was more "experienced" than me. But if you're the more experienced one, wouldn't you think you'd have a better comeback than, "life's not easy?" It's actually quite pathetic on her part, really.

And now that I'm rambling about the unfairness of life, I should probably get to the point of why life's not fair. So, I'm a witch. (That wasn't that hard to admit, was it?) And I attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And I know that so far it sounds all jolly good and all, but it's not.

First off, the curriculum is challenging. You would think that waving around a wand would be easy, but evidently not. You've got to memorize stuff and study and write ungodly sized essays in which you mostly end up blabbering on about nothing, just to take up space. Going into my seventh year of Hogwarts, it's bound to even more challenging and difficult. And now I'm Head Girl with my mystery Head Boy, you could say that I'm terrified.

Then there's the fact that it's out last year of Hogwarts, which makes me want to break out in tears and retreat to my dormitory and eat my secret stash of chocolate for days. Plus, we have to decide what we're going to be doing for the rest of lives too. Why do our Professors think we can decide our future at the young age of seventeen? I still struggle with the daily breakfast decision in the Great Hall. How in the name of Merlin's beard am I supposed to make an actual important decision? (Not that food isn't important. Cause it totally is.)

And when we leave Hogwarts I know I'm going to miss everything from the Great Hall to the girl's bathroom on the third floor with the obscene language written on the stall doors. I'm definitely going to miss the people there too. I mean, what's life without Penny Horner asking me how to do a simple levitation spell for the ten millionth time? And I know I'm going to miss my best friends Marlene, Alice, and Emmeline. Marlene's the most outgoing of our group. She's always up for a party and has boys chasing her constantly, which is something we all tease her about. ("Hey Marlene, I heard Drew in the hallway the other day talking about how your eyes, "sparkled like a precious diamond" and how he wanted to "snog the living daylights out of you...") Alice, on the other hand, is extremely shy and sweet. She's always there to help you and has to deal with my constant rants about the Mauraders. And then Emmaline is calm and collected and tends to stick to logic rather than the idiocy that goes through my head. I swear she's the most sane one of our group.

But there's definitely one person I know I'll never miss. James bloody Potter. Potter is an idiot and walks around Hogwarts like he owns the place. He plays pranks on everyone (mostly me) and seems to enjoy it. (Again, why me?) Plus, he has this stupid obsession for me. Instead of doing something nice for me, he decides to prank and torture me. And then seems rather disappointed when I don't go out with him. What am I supposed to say, "Gee James…I loved the dungbombs you somehow dropped in my dormitory. How 'bout we go to Hogsmeade together sometimes, hmm?"

He's even more insane than I am. And that's saying something. And later today, when I aboard the Hogwarts Express to go to Hogwarts for my seventh year, I'm sure I'll seem him again. Marlene and Emmeline are trying to convince me that his undying love for me is not a stupid rumor, but I don't believe it. I mean, this maniac has been chasing me like a bloody horse since Fourth Year. I honestly don't think a guy could find enough endurance for that with me as the prize. Thank Merlin Alice doesn't bug me like my other mates do. Two insane girls pestering me is enough, thank you very much.

I guess the most stressful thing going on in my life right now is the terror of Voldemort. At first, I didn't think the attacks on the Wizarding World would last, but now with increasing followers and power, he seems unstoppable. Muggles have now been targeted by him, I'm afraid his mission to wipe out all the muggleborns might actually happen. Although he scares me to death, I want to do something to stop him from hurting innocent people. After all, half the fight will be learning to continue on despite the fear.

The door to my bedroom opens.

"Get up and get ready, freak. Mum's making me come to say goodbye to you at the train station and I don't want to be late for my lunch date with Vernon afterwards."

Ahh, Petunia decided to grace me with her presence. I wish Mum would let her stay home instead of seeing me off at the train station, but Mum's determined to seal the gap (The gap's really more of a chasm at this point) between us. Which I know is never going to happen. Ever since I left for Hogwarts at eleven years old, Petunia been awful to me.

At first it wasn't too bad. The occasional glare and cold glance was tolerable at least. Then in my second year of Hogwarts she started with the name calling. And now it's just ignoring. Like she never even had a sister at all.

And of course Petunia had to mention her boyfriend Vernon, who looks more like a pig than a human to be honest. I don't know what she sees in him, but to her he's the best thing in the world. Not that we really talk about boys and crushes together anymore.

I sigh, and stumble out of bed, throwing on a causal green t-shirt and white shorts. I have a knack for being late for almost anything, so I pack at top speed, practically throwing everything in my bedroom into my trunk. I grab a brush and begin attempting to comb the huge knots in my wavy red hair. A ton of people have complemented my unique hair, and told me that they'd love to have. I'm sure you'd love it if you enjoy looking like a human carrot. At least, that's what I think I look like anyways. Many people disagree.

I look at the mirror and see my emerald green eyes stare back at me. Another trait that people admire. Now I figure that I look like a human carrot with piercing green eyes. Maybe to complement my whole vegetable complexion. I finish combing out my hair and dash around my room, looking for anything I might now have packed. I'm sure that when I arrive at Hogwarts I'll have to owl my Mum asking her to send back various items via owlpost.

Speaking of owls, I coax my owl Millie into her cage, ignoring her annoyed looks. When I was eleven and I realized that we could bring owls to Hogwarts, I managed to convince my parents to let me buy one. I thought that my new pet would love me and that we'd do magic together and on and on. Shortly after, I realized that Millie and I had a love/hate relationship.

Millie hates when I smother her or talk to her in a baby voice. (What? I'm sure you'd do the same thing.) She's a very independent owl and has more mood swings than I do as I journey into adulthood. Good times.

"Lily Marie Evans! I thought you were trying to be early for once!" My mum yells from downstairs.

I made the mistake of telling my mum about my goal of trying to be a bit earlier. I thought that if I was going to be Head Girl, I'd have to actually be on time to the meetings and such. Ever since then, she's been holding me accountable to my idea, and has been bugging me like crazy.

"I'm coming down soon!" I yell back, trying to buy myself some time. Mum's probably already waiting at the door, car keys in her hand. Unfortunately, I didn't inherit her ability to be on time to everything.

I do a quick survey of my room, grab Millie's cage and pray she doesn't peck at my hand, lift up my trunk, and head down the stairs.

My mum's there waiting just like I thought she'd be. I knew it.

"Oh, there you are, dear. I thought you were trying to be early for a change?" She asks me.

There she goes again. Why in the name of Merlin's old pants did I tell her about that?

"Umm…I kind of lost hope." I reply with an innocent smile. Technically, I was a little bit earlier than usually would've been. By about maybe five minutes. But it's better than being late, right?

"Go ahead and grab your stuff, your sister's already in the car."

I nod and attempt the impossible by grabbing all the luggage and staggering all the way out to the car. I have a feeling that instead of helping me, Petunia's watching me struggle with my things all the way out to the car. She probably thinks it's entertaining. I wish I could use magic whenever I want too.

After I finally reach the car, I pile everything on the ground and open the trunk. Sure enough, I feel my sister's beady eyes trained on me as I lift my luggage into the car, making inhumane grunting noises to annoy my sister the whole time. She sighs dramatically and looks away. It's the little things that annoy her the most.

I close the trunk and get into the car, not even bothering to fight for the shotgun seat since Petunia already claimed it. I buckle my seatbelt and wait for Mum to come.

And wait.

And wait.

I swear those moments of utter and terrible silence was one of the worse times of my life. Petunia sat in the front seat totally ignoring me, picking at her already flawless nails. I watched her progress on her nail drama and wondered why life had to revolve around Petunia's nail care at the moment. My karma must really hate me.

I saw Mum walking towards the car, her purse swinging. Thank Merlin! Of course, she had to stop and get the mail on the way there, but at least she came. I was half expecting her to pull a mum trick and force Petunia to drive me to King's Cross Station so that we would have time to "talk it out." I'm so glad she didn't think about that. Yet.

Mum opens the door and sets her purse down on the floor of the car. She takes her sweet time putting the keys in ignition, shutting the car door, and buckling her seatbelt. I think she did it to annoy us. What, may I ask, did I ever do to her? I think I fulfilled my expectation of being a pretty awesome daughter.

"So, King's Cross Station here we come." She said cheerfully. I reckon she thinks her plan with Petunia worked. I guess she didn't realize that Petunia treated me to the silent treatment. I expected it though. I've learned to accept it.

I mumble in agreement, afraid that Petunia will find the time to comment rudely about Hogwarts. Which I'm sure will happen soon.

The drive to the station was uneventful and boring. It seemed that only Mum was up for conservation at the moment, and watching Mum try to talk to us together was like watching her talk to a brick wall. Very depressing.

Instead of watching Mum, I began to look out the window and look at the people walking around. When I was little, in my First Year, I'd always wonder how many people I saw could actually be witches and wizards just walking around in the Muggle world. Then my imagination went crazy, and I began to pretend that the random people were Aurors trying to bring justice to the Wizarding World. I suppose I got a little carried away in my daydreams sometimes. I didn't dare tell Petunia about my pretend games. She'd hate it.

It was almost eleven o'clock, which was when the Hogwarts Express was leaving the station. Mum parks the car and I get out quickly, grateful that the ride was finally over. I open the trunk, and heave my luggage out of the car. Mum gets out to help me, but Petunia stays in the car, pretending that her younger sister that was know to be clumsy and was currently struggling with a ton of luggage that could possibly crush her at any moment, wasn't even there.

Mum notices and she presses her mouth into a thin, firm line. Oh, bloody, no. Whenever Mum does that, it's clear that she intends to start a fight until she gets what she wants. Lovely.

"Petunia, dear…" Mum lugs Millie's cage out of the car. "Why don't you come and help you sister?"

Ahh…I see. Mum's decided to take the nice approach. Speak nicely, and Petunia may actually listen. That's a wise move on her part.

Petunia glances back at me with a look full of contempt. To be honest, I'm now kind of interested to see what she'll do. Risk the wrath of Mum, or tolerate me? It just keeps getting better.

"But Mum, It's Lily's school." She whispers back. As if being seen with me will damage her forever.

And yes, yes it is my school. How kind of you to realize.

Mum threw away her kind act. "Petunia, come see your sister off. I don't care if it's her school. She's your sister!"

Petunia groans and gets out of the car. Silently, she grabs some of my luggage and immediately walks a bit away from me.

Mum nods, satisfied for the moment, and walks with me towards Platform 9 and 10. She sighs and gives me and hug.

"Ok, Lily, remember to be safe and write to me."

I mumble in response. I get this little lecture every year.

"Write to me." She repeats, giving me a kiss on the forehead. "I love you. Have fun!"

"Love you, too." I grab my stuff, and glance over at Petunia. This part is always awkward. Do I even bother to say goodbye to her?

"Bye, Petunia." I say, figuring that at least I'd do the right thing. I wait for a few seconds, waiting for any kind of response. I watch people go by, and I recognize a few of them from school. I feel a sudden pang of longing in my chest. I guess I didn't realize how much I missed Hogwarts.

Petunia mumbles something back in response after a quick glare from Mum. With another wave, I start walking toward the brick in the middle of Platform 9 and 10. I nod back at Mum and then I run start into the brick wall separating the two platforms.

I emerge on Platform 9 ¾ and see the huge Hogwarts Express waiting there. I spot some students I know, and see little First Years running around. I can't believe that this was my last year of Hogwarts. A thrill of excitement rushes through me and I smile.

I was home again.

Author's Note: Annnddd, the first chapter is done! I really hope you liked it. I have another Lily/James fanfic I was working on, but I wasn't really happy with my writing so I decided to start a new one. I'm so sorry for taking a huge break. . Anyways, I'm hoping to update soon. (I know I'm really bad at updating consistently, so I'm going to try really hard this time!) Please keep on reading and reviewing! ;D

*epic mic drop*

~Keelove20