A/N: This is a Hogwart's version of "Much Ado About Nothing." Some things will not follow the Harry Potter books exactly so that I can make it fit better with the play, but don't worry they will not be to big of things. Disclaimer: I do not own any of this. Thank you J.K. Rowling and Shakespeare. Please read and Review.

Chapter One

Lily Evans sat under the shade of her favorite tree with a book propped open in her lap. A smile traced her pale pink lips as her green eyes traced over the words on the page. The summer was slowly fading and fall was creeping into the scenery. The leaves above her were turning a scarlet-yellow and falling to the ground to die.

Her seventh year at Hogwarts had begun only a few weeks ago. Lily felt excitement that this chapter in her life was almost to a close, but felt sadness at the same time. Though she was not excited about all the homework and taking the N.E.W.T.s, which was required of all seventh years.

"Lily!" Rebecca Greenmouth came running down the small dirt path. Her walnut colored hair, fluttered behind her.

"What is it?" Lily asked worriedly, closing her book. Rebecca sat down next to Lily, leaning against the trunk of the old tree.

"Oh, it's nothing," Rebecca giggled. "I have just been looking for you, that's all."

"Don't scare me like that, Rebecca," Lily placed the book next to her black bookbag.

"Sorry, Lily," Rebecca smiled and let out a small giggle.

"What are you so giggly about?" Lily questioned.

"Oh, is it against the rules, Miss Head Girl?" Rebecca teased playfully.

"Of course not," Lily said. "You just seem extremely giddy about something, and usually there are reasons for that."

"No," Rebecca said quickly.

"So there is a reason!" Lily laughed as Rebecca blushed. "Tell me or I shall take away ten points from Hufflepuff."

"It's a secret," Rebecca said. "You would get mad if I told you."

"You aren't dating James Potter are you?" Lily asked, raising an eyebrow. "Because I wouldn't care. I would just question your intelligence at dating such a dunderhead."

"No, no, no," Rebecca babbled. "Oh look, it's Snape." She pointed at the tall boy wearing dingy school robes.

"Oh," Lily didn't look up though. She did not want to see Severus Snape; instead she began picking out the dry pieces of grass.

"You don't think he will try and come talk to you, do you?" Rebecca asked, narrowing her sky blue eyes at him.

"No, he won't try that anymore," Lily could feel the hurt of what he had said to her rushing back like a giant heartache and she didn't want it, so there was only one thing to do, "Now, Rebecca tell me about your secret."

"If you promise not to be mad," Rebecca sighed and took a deep breath. "I am dating Sirius Black." She squealed his name. Lily just looked blankly at her.

"Why?"

"What do you mean 'why'?" Rebecca said, "Because he asked me."

"But he is such a heart breaker!" Lily exclaimed. "I mean look what he did to Lousia Francis last week."

"But he said that I was different from the other girls," Rebecca said stubbornly.

"Now don't take this the wrong way, Rebecca," Lily said. "You are much pretty and smarter than Lousia Francis, but whatever Sirius Black says is a load of rubbish."

"Why are you so against love, Lily?" Rebecca sighed.

"I am not against love," Lily rolled her eyes. "It's boys I am against."

She didn't really hate all boys, but she strongly disliked the way that James and Sirius behaved. They were loud, immature, and rowdy. How James Potter had become Head Boy was beyond Lily's knowing. The sun began to inch its way under the mountains and the sky was painted with colors of ginger and crimson. They would have to head back to the castle soon to eat dinner. Rebecca sat gazing out into the distance with that same little smile painted on her face. Lily grimaced and sighed at her friend's naive ways. Glancing down the pathway, Lily could see that a boy was walking towards them.

"It's Sirius," Rebecca said. "Please don't say anything mean." She stood up and walked over to meet him, walking back to the tree—hand in hand. Sirius had to be by far the best looking boy at Hogwarts, there was no doubt about it. Even Lily, who did not think much about Sirius, would admit to how nice his silky black hair might be to touch.

"Hello, Lily," Sirius shot a friendly grin at her, waiting for her to respond. When she didn't he said, "We should probably head back to the castle, before all the food is gone."

"I agree," Lily said, getting to her feet. She picked up her book bag and walked swiftly past the couple, and up the pathway. Golden light began to glow through the many windows.

Sirius sat by the fireplace, thinking of his newest catch. Rebecca was different from the other girls he had been with in the past. She was kind and delicate, something he didn't want to hurt. The fire crackled, its warmth engulfing him. It was the simple things that meant something to him in life. Rebecca was simple, but in the best way possible. Never had he felt so love sick. This must be how James feels, Sirius laughed at himself.

"Sirius," He turned his gray eyes on the slim, dark ginger haired figure of Lily Evans. She stood tall and intimidating in the firelight. "I need to talk to you."

"About what?" Sirius knew, though, that the second Lily found out about Rebecca and him, she would come storming about making a fuss.

"I think you know what about, Sirius," Lily put her hand on her hips and tilted her head a little upwards.

"Why don't you sit down," Sirius patted the empty cushion space next to him.

"I think not," She frowned.

"Suit yourself." He said casually.

"I want to warn you that if you are even planning on breaking her heart—"

"I assure you, I am not," He cut her off, which only angered her.

"You can't just play with girls' hearts like they are toys, Sirius," Lily's cheeks began to burn red with fury.

"Don't worry," Sirius said calmly, leaning back further on the sofa and tucking his arms behind his head. "I don't plan on breaking her heart."

"Good," Lily scowled at him. She turned on her heal, her hair flipping around as she walked away from him.

He continued sitting in the soft couch, enjoying the laziness of daydreaming. The common room began to slowly filter itself of students. Many shut their books, done with studying for the night and headed to their dormitories. James Potter, Sirius's best friend in life and mischief, came through the portrait hole. James's jet black hair was ruffled messily and his face was wind wiped. He still had his Quidditch uniform on.

"How was practice, mate?" Sirius asked.

"Fantastic," James said, sitting down next to him. "I think we have a good chance this year."

"Excellent," Sirius laughed. "So guess who talked to me today?"

"No idea."

"Lily Evans," Sirius watched for a reaction in his friend.

"I am over her you know," James said sharply. "Why was she even talking to you? Because if she wants me to even consider—"

"No, she didn't come to ask about you," Sirius said.

"Oh," James said. "Well I am over her."

"Sure, you are."

"I am seriously over her."

Sirius just chuckled lightly to himself. The lateness of the hour began to creep up on them and soon they could no longer stifle their yawns. The two boys left the fireplace for their comfortable beds.