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Great hall

Present time

The welcome back feast my favourite time of year. This year however it is rather bittersweet as it is my last year here and I have come to love this place as my home, which is kind of good considering that it is. My parents were killed in car crash three years ago, unfortunately neither of them had any family which just left me and Petunia my older sister, however she had just moved in with beast of her husband, who is a muggle and they both made it quite clear that I wasn't welcome, at all. So that just left me.

Thankfully I wasn't going to be left on the streets of London, when Dumbledore heard about my situation he offered for me to stay in the school. He built for me my own room so that I wasn't in the dormitories all by myself or summer; it even has its own little kitchen and everything. No TV but I didn't mind I wasn't a great fan of TV as it was. It wasn't huge but it was the perfect size for me, I only stay in my 'apartment' as I call it, over summer as soon as term starts that's it I would be back in the Gryffindor dormitory with all the other girls, or at least I used to before everything changed. Now to some people it might sound like hell on earth being stuck in school during summer, but I honestly can't think of a better place to live, and it is not like I am some kind of prisoner, I was allowed to come and go as I pleased as long as I always told Hagrid, the gatekeeper what time to expect me back.

So anyway back to the Feast, me and Harry were enjoying it quite happily, when I got the biggest shock of my life, strike that, I have had several big shocks in my life and this wasn't the biggest but it surprised me enough to make me put my arm tighter round Harry and for him to look at me inquisitively.

"May I introduce our new Defence against the dark arts teacher, James Potter"

"Oh crap" I thought "the father of my baby is back, and now he is my professor"

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Confused?

Maybe I should start at the beginning

Think back to two years ago, I was a fresh faced fifth year excited about the new term, and too top it all off I had got myself a boyfriend. This was big for me, at 15 and I had never had a boyfriend before. His name was lucus, looking back I don't know why I didn't see what he really was before, blinded by love I suppose. Anyway Lucus and I had been going out for about a month and he kept pushing and pushing for things to get more serious, and it was always me who stopped it , I just wasn't ready for that yet. Anyway we had a fight it went along the line of "you frigid bitch" you get the gist. I should have just broken up with him there and then, but instead I just ran away in tears. I hated the thought of being gossiped about and if I skipped dinner then that would just fuel rumours, so I went down as normal. Luckily for me there was something else everyone for people to gossip about. In our school there was a group of students in 7th year, actually calling them mere students is a major understatement for they way the rest of school worshipped them, gods might be a more fitting description, in fact they had their own name for themselves. The Marauders. James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. And it just so happens that not only were they incredibly good looking and had the entire female population of Hogwarts lusting after them, they were also incredibly talented wizards.

They had in fact gained early acceptance in the auror training programme, something that is practically unheard of. Now usually the ministry would never take students out of school in their last year, but an evil wizard was on the rise and they needed all the talent they could get. Hence the fact no one even cared about mine and Lucus' fight. Of course everyone was happy for them but they were also sad to see the great gods that were the marauders leave. The girls in particular looked miserable. They must have picked up on this because at dinner on the night before they were supposed to leave, Sirius Black got up and announced

"Now I know you are all sad that we are leaving, so to cheer you all up, Party, tonight, room of requirement, 8:00, Be there."

All the students stopped at looked at Dumbledore for his reaction to the announcement, parties were not uncommon put announcing them in front of teachers was. Dumbledore just smiled and nodded his head, "don't let it get too loud"

Not even the headmaster could resist the Marauders' charm.

So the party was on.

I decided there and then that I was going to have fun at this party, so that meant getting rid of that pig I called a boyfriend.

I made my way to the Hufflepuff common room, reciting what I was going to say over and over again in my head. However my little speech I prepared was not necessary, as soon as the common room door opened , it all left my head. There on the couch, with his hand up Shannon's skirt was Lucus, by the looks of it, trying to suck her face off. He turned round and saw me and you know what that son of a bitch said to me "Come back later Lily, I am Busy" I was beyond angry. Now I know it seems irrational to be upset as I was about to break up with him anyway, but it was the principal of the matter, we had had a fight, we hadn't even broken up yet and he had moved on. I don't suspect that was the first time he had cheated on me either.

So I did the only mature thing I could. I stuck their mouths together.

Now that would be an embarrassing trip to the hospital wing.

I would show Lucus who the frigid bitch was.

I did something I thought I would never do. I asked Tanya Parkinson, if I could borrow some clothes. She let me of course; she was very friendly, especially with the male population, if you get what I am trying to say. So I went to the party in a skirt that was too high and a top that was too low. I don't usually act like this but you have to understand I was angry and upset, I didn't have any close friends I could confide in , I was just acting out. And then when I got to the party I acted even less like myself. Ever heard of Firewhiskey? I hadn't until that party. You know when some people get drunk they get really aggressive or really giggly. I did neither. I became really slutty. Now I am not exactly awful to look at and I have always looked after my body. So with me in my revealing clothes I attracted quite a bit of male attention. Then I did something really stupid. James Potter was dancing on a table, and I Lily Evans, who wasn't even a blip on his radar and who had always had a small crush on him, climbed up onto the table and began to dance with him. Sounds kind of innocent doesn't it? To put it in lamest terms, it involved a lot of gyrating hips. Now I know what you're thinking, little inexperienced lily Evans dirty dancing with James potter on a table. Sounds far-fetched doesn't it? I blame the alcohol. I think if James knew how young I was he would have stopped after one dance but he was pretty liquored up himself. Anyway the night wore on. The Firewhiskeys kept coming. And we kept dancing. The Marauders' had 'thoughtfully' added rooms around the party room for couples who wanted to "be alone". Can you guess where James and I ended up? I won't go into details, this is not that kind of story, but basically if you listen in biology then I think you know what we did. I am ashamed of me as you are, and I am not going to make excuses for my behaviour. The worst part is I can't remember it. My first time and I was too drunk to remember anything, what a really memorable time.

What I do remember is waking up in this room, alone, wrapped in a sheet wondering where on earth I was. It took 5 minutes for the memories to come back, well if you could call them memories, more like flashes. Unfortunately along with memories, came the headache. Trust me 5 + Firewhiskeys can cause one hell of a headache. I searched the room groggily looking for my clothes, each revealing item in various locations around the room brought on waves of embarrassment and guilt. It wasn't until I was dressed I realised James was actually gone. It's not called a thick head for nothing. I did however spot something on his pillow, it was a necklace, a golden snitch with the word James inscribed on the back. Well it certainly wasn't mine. I did wonder whether he left it for me or whether it just got ripped off in all the errm 'excitement'. There was no point trying to return it, the marauders were probably halfway to the ministry academy by now, I hope they had a good hangover potion. So I decided to keep it, as a memento and as a reminder to never be this stupid again. I then faced my next problem, how to get from here to my dormitory in these clothes, while avoiding embarrassment. Thankfully the gods of time were on my side, it was only 5:00am, I managed to make it back to my dormitory without meeting anyone, although I did get some disapproving looks of the portraits. All I wanted to do was have a shower, take some hangover potion (I am sure Tanya had some) and sleep. I vowed just to forget about this night, and move on with my life. That was going to be harder than I thought.

That was a Friday night, it was now Sunday morning, I and most of Hogwarts had slept off the party on Saturday, and were raring to go on Sunday well almost. I was feeling quite sick, I actually through up in the morning, me just assuming it was the alcohol still, and you know it takes your liver one hour to break down one unit of alcohol so I wasn't too worried though, however I was definitely going tee total from now on, I don't care what kind of creep cheats on me, I swore I would never touch Firewhiskey again.

Sunday ended far too quickly and Monday began again, the loss of the marauders was felt by everyone, some of their more obsessed fan girls were actually seen crying in groups. However life moved on and The days of the week slowly melted into one another the way school days seem to, I however didn't seem to be getting any better, I would wake up in the morning throw up then feel fine for the rest of the day until the next morning, I reassured my roommates who could hear me every morning that it was just the flu and I would be fine, I think by the end of two weeks though they were all a little fed up of their Lily wakeup call and made very heavy hints about me visiting the hospital wing. I gave in and went to Madame Pomfery to get some flu potion. I actually got a lot more than I bargained for.

I was explaining my symptoms to her and she suggested that I stay for an examination just to make sure i didn't have anything more serious. She ran several tests and with each one she would look more and more confused, knowing me I had probably contracted some major rare disease and the only cure was cell sap from some rare flower that can only be found in South America. While I was thinking about the best transport routes in and around South America, Madame Pomfery's face lit up and she ran away to get another potion. I had to drink this one, swill it around my mouth for 30 seconds and spit it out, you know like mouthwash. Well I did as I was instructed and when i spat it out it changed from light green to a dark purple,

"What does that mean "I asked "am I dying?"

"No Miss Evans you are not, but you are pregnant"

Well I didn't see that one coming did I?

A/N So what did you think?