'Lily, you're head girl? That's awesome sauce.' Sam screamed as the platform flooded with grey smoke.

Today, was September 1st, and it was currently 10.55am.

My best friend Sam was the type who was always over enthusiastic about everything, which is why I had been holding off telling her I got the head girl gig, but I was required to wear my Head Girl badge to the station, and Sam, being the hyperactive meerkat she is had spotted it instantly.

A stupid amount of attention was being drawn to us as Sam jumped up and down.

She was one of my two best friends. Sam, and Pepper. They're twins, but people often confuse the three of us as triplets.

Why?

Well that's simple.

We've all got shades of red hair.

My hair is dark auburn. It's a bright red in the sun, and a dark red everywhere else. Sam's hair is strawberry blonde, while her twin Pepper's is bright ginger.

Pepper is completely different to Sam in almost every way. She's calm, bitter and sarcastic, but they're both lovable in their own way.

'Awesome sauce is not a word, Sam.' I laughed.

I'm Lily Evans by the way! That's another reason a lot of people think we're triplets. Sam and Pepper's last name is Evansly.

'I missed having someone else to tell Sam when she's wrong.' Pepper said in a perfectly acted overly emotional voice that wobbled at the end. We hugged tightly. I hadn't seen her all summer, and I had missed her so much.

'What are we hugging about?' A man's voice said from behind me. I gritted my teeth. I knew that voice anywhere. It was one that had terrorized me for years, and called me a menagerie of nicknames normally either based on the colour of my hair, or the fact my name was also the name of a flower.

'We are not hugging about anything, Potter.' I replied in a tone I reserved only for him. James Potter was undoubtedly the most annoying addition to my life since it began.

'That's a shame.' He pouted. I could only roll my eyes. Behind him stood his little minions. The lady killer Sirius Black, the slimy Peter Pettigrew and, the only one of them I can stand, Remus Lupin.

'Remus!' I smiled. I pushed past Potter and gave him one of my famously tight hugs. 'Your study notes were so helpful this summer. Thank you so much! I really appreciate it.'

'Study notes?' Potter quickly asked. Remus awkwardly hugged me back. I could tell he was looking at Potter to check he wasn't going to have his head bitten off once I was out of sight.

'Am I not allowed to study now, Potter?' I asked raising my eyebrow. He folded his arms.

'Not with straight guys, or lesbians you're not.' He replied simply. I couldn't hold in my laugh.

'That's a shame, I was going to ask if you wanted to study later.' I replied. Potter's mouth dropped open.

'Really?' He asked in disbelief.

'No, idiot.' Pepper said from my side.I let a small smirk out of my lips. Pepper was mean to a lot of people, and I normally didn't enjoy it all that much, but Pepper being mean to James Potter gave me an amazing sense of satisfaction.

'Not cool, Pepper.' Potter said, folding his arms. I took a step forwards as a hoard of nervous first years scurried around me.

'First years, that way! Just find a carriage and sit down! It doesn't matter where you're sat as long as it's on the train!' I yelled to them. Although none of them dared to look back at me, the expressions on their faces told me they were grateful. I then flipped back around.

'Pepper?' I repeated. 'Since when do you call her Pepper?' I demanded. He had always called her Evansly, just as we had always called him Potter.

'Since the Peps and Sam's family where at the same wizard holiday resort we were at all summer.' Black replied. Now it was my turn to be the one with an open mouth

.

'What?' I screamed. My best friends, my co-haters of the Marauders, were now friends with the Marauders after a long cosy summer together?

'Oh look, the train is about to leave.' Sam said quickly. She was right. The train whistled, and I had no choice but to jump on, instead of questioning my friends further.

The train was completely packed, but a path was made immediately for the Marauders. No one wanted to get on the wrong side of them.

'You first, Lilykins.' Potter said to me. I glared at him, but used the chance to get through the crowd anyway. Every single carriage was full up as I passed them.

Finally, right at the end of the train, I found a blissfully empty one. Seeing my chance, I snapped around to Sam and Pepper.

'You two go in there. I'll be back after the prefect's meeting.' I told them. We were going to be having words about why neither of them had mentioned this Marauders thing.

'Remus, should we go?' I turned around, conscious that Marauders had been following us.

He nodded his sandy head, and the two of us continued to push our way along the corridor.

I turned back to check I hadn't lost him in the crowd. I hadn't. But Potter, it seemed had also followed.

'Potter, you're not a prefect.' I yelled at him. He grinned back at me, in that way I utterly despise. It makes him look even more arrogant than normal.

'No, I'm not. I'm head boy.' He replied in a vile smug tone. I laughed loudly.

'Good try. I'm not stupid enough to fall for that.'

'Look, I didn't believe it either, but I really am!' He insisted. He held out his hand. It in lay a shiny head boy badge. My eyes widened.

'Did you make a deal with the devil?'

'Nope.' Potter replied. His expression looked slightly hurt by my question, but I wasn't going to let that fool me. People like Potter don't actually have human emotions.

'Then how are you possibly head boy?' I shouted in reply. Shouting was my go-to-place when I was annoyed, upset or pissed off.

'Maybe it was all the hard work he put in last year.' Remus said dryly. His tone was serious, but he was joking. Potter hadn't even turned up to half for the classes last year.

'Are you sure you didn't make a deal with the devil?' I asked Potter again.

'I didn't make a deal with the devil.' He replied in the same hurt tone. I was pretty sure I was turning bright red with anger.

'You guys need to start the meeting.' Remus pointed out. I glared at Potter and then walked straight into the prefect's carriage.

A few people had already arrived. I put on a fake smile and grabbed Potter's arm, pulling him over to one corner of the carriage.

'Listen up,' I whispered. 'What is it going to take for you to not say a word during this meeting apart from introducing yourself?'

Potter grinned. He looked like he had been waiting for this moment for his entire life - the moment I would need something from him.

'Well, M'Lady. That, would cost you one day in Hogsmeade, with me that is.'

'An hour.' I hissed in reply.

'Two hours and I get to hold your hand.' He replied. His obviously-pretend-hurt-expression had reverted to his normal smirk. The smirk that seemed to always be stuck to his face, as if it was herpes.

'One hour, you get to hold my hand, and you can touch my shoulders once.'

'One hour, I get to hold your hand and touch your shoulders once and you have to give Sirius a piggyback,' he replied looking far too happy.

'Why does Black want a piggyback from me?' I replied loudly. Suddenly, all the prefects where looking at us, although, most of them had been in the first place. I flashed them another fake smile.

'I bet him I could get you to give him one before the end of the year.' Potter replied smoothly. I counted to ten in my head.

'How much does Black weigh again?' I asked.

'180lbs. He's solid muscle,' Potter spoke in dreamy tone which no man claiming to be straight should.

'Potter, I'm 125lbs! How am I even going to lift him?' I know it's unusual to tell a guy your weight, but I think that only counts for guys there's even a faint possibility of dating. Plus, I'm pretty sure Potter already knows my weight… he certainly seemed to know my bra size in fourth year when he decided it would be a great idea to buy me underwear (although, by the way Black and Potter didn't talk for two days after that incident, I assume Black set him up.)

'I'll make him go on a diet first,' said Potter.

'Fine,' I didn't have any more time to waste on stupid bargaining. 'Not a word. Just say your name.' I hissed back. He grinned again. I put back on my fake smile before turning back to the now complete full team of prefects. Most of whom had arrived during my little talk with Potter.

'Hello, my name is Lily Evans if you didn't know. I'm this year's head girl.' I smiled.

'And I'm James Potter, this year's head boy.' Potter said. He was clearly on his best behaviour because of my offer of an hour in Hogsmeade. Normally he added "Handsome Devil" between James and Potter.

'This year prefects meetings will be held on the second Wednesday of every month. Please make sure you are in attendance. I've devised a patrolling time table. Gryffindor and Hufflepuff 5th years will patrol on Mondays, 6th years on Tuesdays, 7th on Wednesdays. Ravenclaw and Slytherins 5th years are Thursdays, 6th Fridays, and 7th years on Saturdays. I myself along side the head boy will be patrolling for half an hour every night, in addition to two hours on Sundays. We will work on this system until the next prefect's meeting.'

'I have an issue with this.' Severus stood up. His hair was greasy as ever. I used to make excuses to why it was like that, but since he used that...word I've given up with the excuses. It's just a sign he's disgusting outside and inside.

'What is your issue?' I asked in my most restrained tone.

'I don't see why I should have to waste my Saturday nights.' He replied snottily. Potter glanced at me. He was going red in the face. He clearly had a reply to this comment. And not a nice one either.

'I've tried to create a fair system, it will be rotated later in the year. If you don't like it please go and see Dumbledore.' I said. Severus frowned, but he didn't dare reply. In this silence, I handed out the time tables I had spent the last part of my summer writing out.

'I have decided that this year we will have two school dances. One will be held on Halloween. 1St through 4th years will be allowed to attend from 5 o'clock until 8 o'clock. There will then be an hour where the hall will be re-cleaned, and more food will be brought out. Then, from 9 o'clock until midnight I'll be the rest of the school. The second dance, will run from 8 o'clock until late and will include a formal sit down meal. However to attend this dance you get a top mark for effort in sixty percent of your classes. Both these ideas have been approved by Dumbledore.' I finished. I had spent weeks in correspondence with Dumbledore to run over all my ideas. Weeks, and yet he hadn't told me who the head boy was. I had found this odd at the time, but now of course I knew why. He didn't want me to freak out. Which admittedly is what I would of done. But really, Potter a headboy?

'You are dismissed.' I announced. I stood by the door, and watched the prefects leave until the only people left where me, Remus and Potter.

I could see Potter looking at me out the corner of my eye.

'That was bad ass Evans. You spent way too much time preparing to this.' Potter said. I used my fake smile as a reply.

'Excuse me while I go and question my friends about why they lied to me for the whole summer.' I said.

'Lay off them. Pepper and Cini made friends with us. Is that really the end of the world?'

'Cini?' I replied in a low, warning tone. 'You even know Sam's real name!' I gasped.

'Yes, we know she's called Cinnamon, it's not that big a deal.' He replied. I took this as my cue to storm off back to the carriages.

'Pepper Paisley Evansly! Cinnamon Ginger Evansly! I am going to kill you.' I shouted as I slid open the door to the compartment. To my horror, they were sat with Black and Pettigrew.

'Lily, not cool.' Sam said pouting. 'I hate being called Cinnamon, you know that.'

'Why did you both fail to tell me you suddenly made friends with the Marauders? You wrote to me nearly every day. Sam, you wrote an entire letter about a snail which you walked past on your way to buy milk.' I said. I wasn't exactly shouting, I was just talking very loudly. Suddenly the compartment doors opened again, and the missing two Marauders walked in.

'Hey, Padfoot, Lily said she'd give you a piggyback, but you have to go on a diet first.' Potter said joyfully. Black grinned back.

'Okay, I'll go on a diet. From now on, I will eat twice what I normally eat!' He declared.

'What? No. You can't, I wont be able to lift you.' I said.

'Should've thought about that earlier, Evans.' He replied. I counted to ten in my head again.

'Fine. I'll give you a piggyback now. Along the carriages.'

'From one end of the train to the other?' Black asked. I took a deep breath in.

'Fine.' I said. We were never going to be able to get through the crowd, so I reckoned we'd get a few feet.

'Ladies and gentlemen!' Black pushed his way past me to get out of the carriage. 'Please make way, for the amazing spectacle, of the tiny, Miss Lily Evans, giving a piggyback, to the epic sex god, Sirius Black!' He yelled out. Because he had said it, suddenly a wide passageway was made through the carriages. People were squashed to the walls. I gritted my teeth. Having the entire student population of Hogwarts watching me piggyback Black was not part of the deal. At all!

'Lets roll, Evans.' Black said.

'Wait, I have to tie my hair up, or you'll pull it.' I replied. I quickly twisted my hair in to a bun on the top of my head, and wrapped a bobble tightly around it. Obviously I hadn't put my Hogwarts uniform on yet, so I was just wearing a long checked shirt, and leggings. This was my favourite outfit, because it was comfy as hell but at the same time made me look marginally not fat.

And I like that in an outfit.

'Okay, lets do this.' I said. I bent my knees slightly, ready to take the weight.

'Don't hurt her.' Potter said suddenly to Black.

'You where the one who suggested this!' I shouted quickly to Potter.

He looked slightly uncomfortable. Black on the other hand, looked like he was having the best time of his life. The amused look on his face was making several girls in the carriage swoon, and one guy, but I don't think Black really goes that way.

Anyway, Black moved behind me, and quickly jumped on to my back. He was bone crushingly heavy. My knees buckled and I fell forwards on to my hands. However, if I say I'm going to do something, I'm gonna do it. Using every ounce of strength my body possessed, I pushed myself back off the ground and on to my feet.

Potter was freaking out by my side. His hands were awkwardly hovering around me. It seemed he desperately wanted to help me, but at the same time was massively scared of my glare, which was warning him that if he dared lay a finger on me, I would end his life. Groaning I took a step forwards.

'I'm not that heavy, Evans!' Black patted my shoulder, in an effort to make me go fasted. I wished I could send him my infamous glare, but the fact he was behind me was prohibiting me from doing so. Suddenly, Black got much lighter on my back. I glanced over my shoulder. Potter was levitating him, only in such a way, only I would know.

I didn't want his help, but I couldn't exactly tell him to stop with such a large crowd around me. Taking this opportunity, I moved forwards quickly.

'Woah, Evans. You're seriously strong.' Black commented.

'Shut it.' I replied. I increased my speed even faster. I was practically running now, the end of the train was in my sight. Then, as I approached the end of the train, I had to stop. The crowd hadn't parted here. This was the area of the train, where most of the Slytherins had been hanging out.

'Mudblood.' A hiss came from the crowd of people. In a flash Black became heavy again, as Potter pushed in front of me. Black then proceeded to jump down and push his way in front of me in a display of stupid Gryffindor chivalry.

'What did you say?' Potter demanded. He seemed to know who had said it. It was a small second year. He wore his Slytherin tie proudly, and his hair was slicked back. He stared Potter back right in the eyes in a cocky manner.

'Apologise.' Black hissed. He folded his arms across his chest in an intimidating manner. The kid stayed silently looking at Potter. Potter suddenly grabbed hold of the kid's collar, and hoisted him off the ground.

'Stop!' I screamed. I pushed myself between Potter and the second year. I looked around at the large audience of people who had come out to watch me piggyback Black.

'Everyone get back in to your compartments. Don't you know if we crashed right now everyone standing up would just pile up?' I shouted at the top of my lungs. Potter and Black were glaring at the cocky second year. Both of them looked like they were about to lurch forwards. My hands flew out and I grabbed them both at the wrist. Just like if they where small children who were about to run off.

People were still stood in the corridor, just staring at me. 'As head girl I'm ordering you inside. Or do you want minus points to your house before the years even started?' I yelled. Suddenly people sprung into action, and there was a stampede of people fleeing to their compartments. Potter and Black were both staring at me. I tightened my grip on their wrists. Hopefully,it was hurting them. With everyone inside a carriage, the corridor was now clear for me to walk down, pulling Potter and Black behind me.

'Evans, what are you doing?' 'Evans, calm down.' They both protested. I ignored them, and pushed them back into the compartment.

'Ouch, Evans.' Potter said as I let go of his wrist. There was a red mark where my hand had been.

'What do you think you're doing?' I said in an exasperated tone. Pepper, Remus, Pettigrew and Sam were sat as quietly, looking at me like I had suddenly grown another head. 'That kid was only twelve! He's just repeating what someone else told him.'

'What's happened?' Sam asked with her big puppy dog eyes staring innocently.

'Evans, at twelve years old you know what you're saying? Do you think that kid doesn't know what a mudblood is?' Potter asked. He wasn't shouting at me, but he sounded aggravated. He ran his fingers through his hair then put his hands on his hips.

'Did someone call Lily that again?' Pepper's head quickly shot up. I ignored her and continued shooting Potter a glare.

'Even if the kid's a fault, you're Head Boy! You can't do this.' I shouted the first half of the sentence, and said the second half in an annoyed tone.

'What did you want me to do?' Potter snapped back. 'He called you...that!'

'You shouldn't care.' I replied. My voice was strained. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't.

'But I do.' Potter said. His tone was also strained. He was red in the face with anger. I sat down and folded my arms across my chest. I looked away from everyone else, and frowned. Potter sat down opposite me, and also folded his arms.

'Jeez.' Black said. 'If we're done with this fight between Mr and Mrs Potter could we please just play exploding snap?' He asked.

'Ooh snap.' Sam said, sliding out of her seat on to the floor.

'I am going to thrash you.' Pepper said, also sliding on to the floor. Black chuckled. He sat down opposite the twins.

'Oh is that so?' He replied. 'Moony, officiate this sizzle.' He said to Remus. Remus looked over the top of his newspaper he had been reading calmly.

'Fine.' He replied, fixing his eyes on the game. He looked like a father watching his children. I love exploding snap, like I really love it. I love all magic games actually. I desperately wanted to join in, but I couldn't because I was still sulking about Potter and Black's idiocy. I reluctantly glanced over. The three of them were laughing as the cards blew up. Sam singed her fingers, and was blowing on them.

'Prongs, Evans,stop leering. If you want to play, come and play.' Black said looking up. He looked between me and Potter, who it appeared had also been watching them play.

'I would never play a game with a Marauder.' I replied harshly.

'But you'll take study notes from Moony.' Potter muttered under his breath. Only we were in such a small compartment, it could be heard very clearly.

'Do you know why I only talk to Remus? Because he's the only decent one of you!' I suddenly shouted in the otherwise quiet compartment.

'If you love him so much, why don't you marry him?' Potter suddenly burst out. A surge of anger ran through me. How dare he shout at me!

'Remus, do you want to get married?' I suddenly shouted. Remus looked over his newspaper.

'Shotgun maid of honour!' Sam yelled. Pepper shot her a dirty look.

'I'm maid of honour.' Pepper said. Remus laughed.

'Seeing as I'm on a train, which has no facilities to marry people, I'm going to go with no.' He replied calmly. He chuckled to himself. Potter shot me a death glare, and I returned one.