AN: I've always kind of wanted to write this story, and today I decided that I will! Life's too short, you know? Anyway, I really hope you enjoy. It's a little short, but it's the first chapter, things should get going soon! This is my first Lily and James fic, and it's also my first fic for the world of Harry Potter. I am really used to writing Twilight. So be nice, please!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series; I own copies of the series and a couple of OCs, but nothing more.

Chapter One: Sorting and Such

Lily POV:

I fidgeted uncomfortably in my chair as I saw Alana Abble jump off the sorting chair and run over to the Hufflepuff table excitedly. I knew I would be coming soon. Severus really wanted me in Slytherin, but I had heard such horrible things about wizards that had come out of there. Bad things. But then again, I know next to nothing about the world of magic, and that added greatly to my nervousness.

I'm Lily Evans, and I am Muggle-born. When I found out I was a witch, I told the people that Hogwarts sent that wasn't a very nice thing to say. They laughed and said that what Muggles said about witches and wizards was indeed not true. They were just ordinary people with magic powers. I quite liked the sound of that, as did my parents.

My parents were overjoyed at the fact that they had a witch in the family. They said it was indeed too good to be true. They took me on a shopping spree to Diagon Alley (with wizard's help, of course) and bought me all my supplies happily, including a wand, which I carried around with me everywhere, and was just itching to try it out. They drug my sister Petunia along, unhappily I might add.

My sister, unlike my parents, was less than happy at my being a witch. I think she was jealous at the attention my parents were giving me, and I felt horrible for it. Petunia and I never exactly got along like good sisters should, and I've always wanted to have a sisterly bond with her. I tried to explain that I couldn't help it, but nothing exactly worked.

"Lily Evans!" Mrs. Kinsella called, snapping me out of my thoughts. Within my mind, for those few nice minutes, I was not nervous, distracted quite happily. But now my insides were turning rapidly as I walked up to that little stool on which sat the shabbiest hat I have ever seen. I felt many pairs of waiting eyes as Mrs. Kinsella took it off the stool and I sat down. She plopped it onto my head. To my great surprise, it began to talk, but not yelling to the rest of the hall. It was as if he was intruding my mind, whispering things only I could hear.

I don't think I will ever get used to magic.

Hmm. Great mind, brave, tough, a little proud, but not too proud. Confident! I quite like this hat! I said to myself. Thank you! It replied. So many places to put you, my dear! Loyal enough for Hufflepuff, intelligent enough for Ravenclaw, brave enough for Gryffindor. My dear, you're tough to place! Okay, it'll have to be... then he yelled to the rest of the dining hall : "Gryffindor!"

I hadn't realized I had been holding my breath till I let it out in relief. I looked out into the applauding crowd, searching in the sea of faces for Sev. I found him, eyes sad, but applauding nonetheless. I sent a sorry look his way and say down at the Gryffindor table, next to a tall and burly boy who looked to be in his seventh year. He caught me staring up at him and smiled.

"Asher Willet." He smiled and extended a hand. "I'm Head Boy." I took his hand nervously. If he as much as squeezed he would crush my hand to powder.

"I noticed." I gestured towards the crest pinned proudly on his robes. "I'm Lily Evans." He smiled.

"I have a good feeling about you, Lily. You'll do great things, I can tell."

"Thank you!" I said, blushing. "What is with all the complements today? First the sorting hat, now you?" I giggled.

"The sorting hat complemented you? Didn't say anything to me." He chuckled and so did I. The people at Hogwarts were nice after all!

Spoke too soon.

Two black-haired boys slid down the table and halted a few centimetres from me. One had long curly hair, the other's was short and untidy.

"Potter, James Potter." The messy-haired boy extended a hand. I took it and shook it.

"Lily Evans, and why are you impersonating James Bond?" I asked. James looked taken aback?

"Is that that wizard that invented the floo?" The long-haired boy interjected. He too extended a hand. "Sirius Black."

"No. No, he's a Muggle." I explained. The boys nodded.

"Then how do you know him? You must be the best student in the class in Muggle Studies!" James said.

"No, I'm a first year. I'm Muggle-born, you see." They both froze.

"Muggle-born?" Their eyes were wide. I had heard about how some wizards thought Muggle-borns weren't worthy of possessing magic powers. Just as I was making friends, I had to go blurt that out!

"No way!" Asher said, dissolving the silence. "Can you tell me how you guys get around? I mean, you can't fly on brooms, you can't apparate and your cars don't fly. How do you get where you need to go?"

I laughed, extremely relived. "Our cars roll on wheels, like the carts on the Express, except no one has to push behind them. You control how fast the wheels roll by pressing on a petal with your foot." After this I was being showered with questions, from 'why don't your pictures move?' to 'how do you use a shower cap?' It was the most fun I had since I got here.

After the sorting had finished, food magically appeared on the tables. I can't say I wasn't surprised. James and Sirius howled with laughter at my baffled expression and they dug in. I dug in a few seconds after them, glad that Hogwarts was starting off well.

AN: So? What did you think? This is my first Lily and James fic! Help me out!