Classic James and Lily fic. Decide for yourself if it's different. I rather like it.

The point of view switches up a bit in the story. In the beginning there's some first person because it's weird to have characters thinking in third person. Then when the dialogue starts to pick up, it switches to third person limited. Just to warn you. Leave it in a review if it really bothers or confuses you, and I'll pick one side to write in. Cheers!

No matter how many times i wish at 11:11, i still do not own Harry Potter. And I suppose i never will.

Chapter One- Setting the Scene

(James' POV)

Well this summer started out better than expected. I was bored about a week after school let out, although it was nice to be away from the piles of transfiguration homework. I swear they go on and on about NEWTS like we were going to take them right that minute. Anyway. So I owled Sirius telling him he could come over anytime he wanted and happy 17th birthday.

Of course I knew he needed to escape his dreadful house. His mother was a witch in every sense of the word. So I guess I shouldn't have been extremely surprised when two days later he showed up on my doorstep, trunk in tow, asking if he could stay for a while. My mum and dad told him of course he was welcome to stay as long as he wanted and they were surprised he hadn't come earlier.

"Padfoot, why did you wait until now to come here? You could have come years ago!" James said with a smile dancing in his eyes. He was ecstatic that his best friend escaped from the family he loathed with a passion. Sirius stared at him like the answer was obvious.

"I had to wait until I was seventeen, didn't I? I couldn't bloody well just do magic and be caught by the ministry. Honestly Pronsie, sometimes it's almost like you don't know anything at all." Sirius finished with a smirk.

"I TOLD you not to call me that!" James yelled in frustration, although he was grinning widely,

"You're such a wanker, PADDY," he finished with a relish.

Sirius had a gleam in his eye that showed he was about to lay out a really, really good comeback.

"Well Jamesie, let me tell you something about wanking, while we're on the subject," he paused to look at James, who was casting a horrified look at him, and he continued.

"You see, hardly of the birds I take a fancy to reject me as well as Lily Evans rejects you," he went on, now earning something like a death glare from his best mate, "and as none of them ever say no to me, I have no need to be a wanker. You, on the other han-"

But he never got around to finishing, because he had made the unfortunate mistake of turning around to look scholarly, the way Remus always did when he was telling them off like the damned prefect he was, and getting the end of a well placed Jelly Legs curse from a very irate James Potter.

At the very same moment, Remus opened the door to the Potter household to see one of his best friends on the ground, incapable of walking, and the other one standing up looking very self-satisfied, and also laughing his head off.

Slowly, he backed up out of the door, and decided that this time around, he would ring the doorbell.

(Lily's POV)

"LIIIIIIILLYYYYY! OH LILYYYY! Where oh where is my Lilyflower?" came a singsong voice from down the hall. Oh shit, I mean shoot, here comes Alice. I mean, don't get me wrong. Alice Prewett is one of my best friends, and I love her, but bloody hell can't she find another best friend at six in the morning?

She's always been an early riser. Why on earth did I ever invite her to stay the summer? When my mother and father told me they would be spending their summer in Florence with Petunia and her wretched boyfriend, I immediately owled her and my two other dorm mates. Why, why, why?

"Because you love me to bits and pieces!" Alice responded joyfully. Oh. I hadn't realized I'd said that out loud. Well it is a bit early. Not thinking clearly, obviously.

I sent her a cold stare. "Alice, where's Marlene and why did you come finding ME when you KNOW that Marlene is also insa- I mean also an early riser?"

"Because, Lilyflower, Marlene is the exact reason I'm here to wake you on this fine morning!" she answered angelically, making it impossible for me to stay angry with her.

Alice Prewett had average features. Long brown hair that went to her ribcage, large brown eyes, and a frame so short that her just-graduated boyfriend of two years, Frank Longbottom, towered a full three heads over her 4'7 frame. She was bubbly and always radiating happiness, which in turn, made her radiate beauty.

"Stop calling me Lilyflower. Black calls me that when he wants to copy my homework," she paused thoughtfully, "or if he's in the mood for shag. No clue why he asks me when he has his fan club following him around."

"Anyway," she continued, "what exactly has Marlene's knickers in a twist? I can hear her banging about her room all the way here." Alice looked at a sleeping figure on the camp bed in the corner of Lily's room.

"Come on, Lils, it's not that bad. Dorcas hasn't heard it, apparently," Alice defended her frazzled friend.

"Dorcas sleeps like the dead," Lily countered, "but you still haven't told me what's got to Marlene."

Alice arched an eyebrow, "Are you that thick, Lily? Her date with Remus, of course. What else could get Marlene bloody Mckinnon so nervous?" the little brunette questioned.

Of course. Remus had asked Marlene out at the end of sixth year after fancying her for so bloody long. They hid behind books, those two. Remus hadn't been overly romantic about it in any way. In fact, he had waited the very last minute, as Marlene had been crossing out of platform 9¾ , in fact. She waited on the other side and told a furiously blushing Remus, yes, of course. Alice, Dorcas, and Lily had been happy for her, Lily especially. In her opinion, if Marlene was to date any of the Mauraders, as they dubbed themselves, it should be Remus.

Lily and Alice jumped on Dorcas' bed together and dragged her to the room Alice and Marlene were sharing. They waltzed in to find Marlene sitting on a pile of rejected clothing and looking as if it were the end of the world.

"I can't find anything to wear!" Marlene wailed to her three best friends, "Remus will see me and decide that he doesn't fancy me anymore," she continued on her impossible train of thought. As Alice went to go comfort her, Lily went to look inside the wardrobe. This is ridiculous, thought Lily, as she peered into the empty draws. Lily was correct, Marlene had nothing to worry about. Marlene was very tall, a few inches off six feet, and stunning.

With her long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and the splay of freckles that graced her nose and her nose only, unlike mine, which are just everywhere, lily mused, she was a knockout. Even without looks that had nearly every boy at Hogwarts after her at any given moment, she was still in. Remus was besotted with her. As far as Lily could see, he fancied her because of her love for reading. And the fact that she had spent her summer before their fifth year campaigning for werewolf rights.

Not that Marlene knew his secret. Lily did, but that was happenstance. She was just extremely observant, and when she questioned Remus on he speculations, he had declared that he trusted her enough to confirm them. Remus was right to put his trust in her. She hadn't told a soul.

She turned to look at her pitiful looking best friend.

"Marlene, pull yourself together! Are you forgetting you have three of the most desireable witches at Hogwarts here to help you with your special day?" she smiled beautifically. Alice rolled her eyes, and Lily knew full well that she had made herself sound like an ad for wedding specialists.

"Come on, Marls, we're going to dress you up so beautifully, Remus won't know what hit him." Marlene sent her a grateful look. She knew full well that there wasn't a boy in Hogwarts (except maybe some of the Slytherins, and even then, it was doubtful) that would reject a date from one of her friends and dormates.

"But that still doesn't change the fact that I have nothi-"

Lily and Alice glared at her. "Shush," they demanded in unison. Alice looked at Marlene like she was crazy.

Dorcas looked up from the spot on the bed where she had fallen back asleep.

"Or, you could roll with the obsession he seems to have with chocolate, and just bring him back here and cover yourself in it and let him mmmphhhhh," she was cut off by Lily's had covering her mouth with her hand and glaring at her. Marlene had turned pale at the suggestion in Dorcas' idea.

Alice and Lily sent a glare to Dorcas to make sure she wouldn't continue speaking, and Lily urged Alice to calm their harried friend. Luckily, Alice had a burst of inspiration.

"Marls, are you insane? You're currently sharing a house with three other girls. We have full closets as well," Alice fervently continued, "I highly doubt, that you won't find something that you think Remus will take a fancy to."

Marlene gaped at her open mouthed, like she was seeing Alice and her wonderful brain in a new light. Alice continued talking.

"…and don't think for a minute that we don't know that you rejected all your clothing because you think Remus wouldn't like it," she finished with a relish. Lily couldn't help but stare too.

Bloody hell, that witch was brilliant.

Short introductory chapter. As the story gets more in depth, the chapters get longer. Read and review please, feedback is welcome, and wanted.