A/N: Hey this is my first James/Lily fic so please be Gentle! I hope everyone likes it!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything other then the plot, all else belongs to JKR
Chapter 1: Summer's End
"Bite me Petunia!" Lily Evans yelled as her bright red hair wiped around her, and her eyes narrowed her older sister.
"Happily!" Petunia said as she lunged at her sister, knocking Lily to the ground. "Spoiled little brat!" Petunia hissed, as they rolled around the ground, neither girl gaining the upper hand.
"Narcissistic, insufferable, bat!" Lily growled at her, knocking Petunia on her back. Lily sat on her sister's chest, with her wand pointed in between her eyes.
"You can't use that out side of your wretched little school you freak!" Petunia howled as Lily smirked down at her, moving her wand closer to her.
"Actually I can because I'm seventeen, so try me!" She barked, watched a Petunia swallowed the lump in her throat.
"Lily get off your sister!" Lily heard her father cry as he entered the room.
"She was going to use that stick on me!" Petunia whined as Lily placed it back in her pocket, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms.
"Were you Lily?" Her father asked as Lily glared at her sister.
"Damn right!"
"Watch your mouth Lillian Marie Evans!" Her father scolded as Lily groaned and tossed her arms in the air.
"She started it!" Lily pleaded
"Did not!"
"Did to!"
"Did not!"
"Did to!"
"Did not!"
"Rooms! Now!" Their father boomed as both girls stalked off to their separate rooms, muttering and cursing the entire way there. Once inside the room Lily picked up a picture of Petunia and threw it at the wall, listening intently as it made a satisfying shattering noise on impact.
"Colloportus" She whispered with her wand pointed at her door as a yellow light admitted from her wand, locking the door quickly. One more night and she was free, all she had to do was survive one more night. She could hear a car driving away from the house; Petunia had obviously snuck out again to meet her cow Vernon the Vermin.
Lily lay down on her bed, resting her chin on her hands as she looked over at the sunset; it wasn't much longer now. She smiled as she watched the colors playing upon the sky, as beautiful as ever. She watched as a small speak appeared in the distance, moving closer and closer into view. She squinted to focus on it, noticing it to be an owl. The odd thing was she already had her Hogwarts letter, and she had only received an owl from Alice Franklin –her best friend- an hour again. Which had sparked her entire fight with Petunia. Still the owl moved closer and closer until it was right outside her window.
She opened the window to let in the ebony owl, watching as it extended its leg to her. "To My Little Flower" It said on the outside of the letter, causing her to groan in frustration, only one person called her that. She looked at the letter, feeling hate bubbling inside of her. She contemplated on whether or not she should open it, finally ruling that opening it wouldn't hurt.
Roses are red, Love James Potter
Violets don't pee.
Lily will you,
Go out with me?
Lily sighed as she folded up the letter, holding it over a candle. She smirked as she watched the letter catch flame, dropping it into her empty tin trashcan. That was what she thought about going out with James freaking Potter. She took out a scrap of paper, quickly scribbling down "never" and attaching it to the owl's leg. "Bring that to him!" she said in an annoyed tone, watching as the Owl narrowed its eyes in an offended way.
Once again it flew out of view, leaving Lily behind in her room, and a paper burning in her trashcan. She threw herself on her bed once more, looking up at the ceiling aggravated. Tonight had just been one frustration after another. One would think that after six years a boy would take a hint, but oh no, not James. James wasn't just any idiot; he was the idiot! He ran around with a group called the "Marauders" a rotten group of boys who caused nothing but trouble.
Sirius Black, the Prince Charming; He was a veela among rats. At least that's what most girls thought. He had to be somewhere in between a model and a Greek God. Girls swooned at the mere sight of him, and it was rumored that a smile from him could make the very walls of Hogwarts Crumble. His overly long black hair was constantly cascading over his silvery gray eyes, a normal trait of a Black. Still what set him apart from the rest of the Blacks was that he was a Gryffindor, yet his former heart broken girl friends could easily dispute his so-called "Heart of Gold".
Remus Lupin, the Wise One; he was the Gryffindor Prefect along with Lily Evans, and it never clicked to her why someone like him would gallivant around with such ilk as James Potter and Sirius Black. He was very cute in Lily's opinion, and yet his multiple scars were an easy turn off to most of the Hogwarts girls. Still no one asked what had caused him, a not-to-great child hood was the unspoken reason, and thankfully people left it at that. His Golden eyes were caring and considering, traits that Sirius Black seemed to lack. His sandy blonde hair was usually neat and combed; at least the boy had pride where it really mattered.
Peter Pettigrew, the Black Sheep. He wasn't handsome, he wasn't brave, and he wasn't obnoxious. One would wonder what a boy like Peter was doing with the Marauders, or better yet, wonder why the Marauders were doing with a boy like Pettigrew. Still James, Sirius, and Remus had taken the boy under their wings, offering him the friendship he was so obviously hungry for. He had round childish featured, with big blue eyes. His blonde hair was usually messy, trying in vain to attempt the unkempt look of James and Sirius, yet never exactly succeeding. He tried so hard to impress the boys, usually resulting in injuries and stupid stunts.
James Potter, the Golden Boy. Somewhere between his Quidditch Awards and his square wire rimmed glasses laid a boy who's head was so big it was believed –at least by Lily Evans- that Hogwarts its self could be built upon it. He was a devilishly handsome boy, sporting the usual Potter charm. His jet-black hair always looked at if he had just rolled out of bed, and his Hazel eyes sparkled with boyish delight. There were very few girls who were immune to his cool façade, leading that group was none of then Lily Evans, the apple of his eye. Few people knew if James really liked Lily, or if he wanted what he knew he couldn't have. Nonetheless, more then one argument was left at Lily hexing James to a brutal point.
The Marauders had been a tight nit group since their arrival at Hogwarts, racking up an uncountable record of Detentions between Sirius and James alone. Their pranks were usually pointed at one being, Severus Snape, better known as Snivellus. Something about the boy's greasy hair and crooked nose made the poor Slytherin an immediate target to the Marauders taunting. For that alone Lily pitied him. Snape had developed a hate to all Muggleborns, usually responding to her kindness with a sling of insults. Lily would pity him more then anything if James were in earshot.
If there was one thing that set James off, one think that made his blood boil, it was when anyone dared insult "His Little Flower" as he so lovingly called her. Every time an insult would go her way the person would usually end up in the Hospital Wing, or at least publicly humiliated until they wished they were in the hospital wing.
Lily sighed as she rolled off her bed, making her way over to the trunk, pulling out her new Transfiguration book. She smiled as she ran her fingers over the newly made, golden letters of the title on the cover. She loved books, anything to do with reading she would welcome with wide-open arms. She opened the book, inhaling deeply of the smell of fresh print. To Lily, the smell of fresh print was right up there with just cut grass.
Lily tucked the book back into her trunk, deciding it was best not to play with it. It would make her anticipation grow. She wanted to get out of this house, she loved her parents dearly, but Hogwarts was her home. Something about the haunted halls and dwelling secrets was so inviting to her. She flopped back down onto her bed, covering her eyes and letting out a small groaning noise. She turned over and looked at her clock, 7:45 illuminated the room in bright red letters, causing Lily to smack her palm to her head.
In fourteen hours and fifteen minutes she would be on her way home. She looked around her room once more, taking in the shadowed memories. When Lily and Petunia were young, they got along right up to the time when her Hogwarts letter first came and their fighting began. The only time they talked was when insults were being thrown, and then right back to now. She hated her sister, for her sister hated her. She knew if she died Petunia wouldn't care, and so she forced herself to feel the same.
She shoved her face into the pillow, yelling as she hit her bed, venting the anger the thought of her sister arose in her. It hurt her that her sister thought so little of her, and yet then again it angered her beyond all reason. The only person in the entire world that infuriated her more then her own sister Petunia, was none other then James Potter.
It wasn't that James was a jerk, or mean to her in any way. In fact, it was the exact opposite. While most girls would kill to have James begging them to go out with him, Lily would kill to have him leave her be. He was a handsome boy; she would give him that. It was his arrogance and childish manor that made him horrible. He would stalk her steps, thinking of a new way to ask her out every day. Whether is were banners hanging from the ceiling, or Professor's slid changing to 'Will you go out with me, Evans?' Still, no matter what she did, no matter what she said, he would never give up.
She set her head down as the room was completely dark now, and yet the hour was still pretty early. She looked over at the clock; it was eight fifteen. She hated waiting, more then anything else in the world. Lily had never been a patient girl, and being forced to wait was torture to her. She pulled the blanket up to her neck, staring at the clock. Watching the time blinking in the darkness of the room. She let out a stiff yawn as she continued watching it. The blinking like a visual lullaby to her. Until finally, her eyes fluttered shut.