A/N: Alrighty then lets kick of this thing shall we. Disclaimer: no matter how much i would love to i don't own harry potter

Preface:

It was September first and I, Lily Evans, am going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. I was a bit nervus, but that didn't bother me very much. Nerves just made it easier to remember what Sev had told me before I got my letter.

The train started to move out of Platform 9 and 3/4. Good bye old life hello new and magical one.

Chapter 1: Sixth Year

"Lily!" Alice called for me. I was dreaming about James Potter. It was more like a nightmare that I couldn't shake.

I sat up and looked at my watch 6:30 am. "Ugh," I grumbled, " What did Say this time."

Alice smirked and said in a voice that sent shivers down my spine, "I won't let you, James. No, we can't do that here."

I blushed. Dream James had wanted to 'get it on' in the library.

"Well what did James, the guy who drives you insane, want this time?"

"How 'bout we go get breakfast?" I suggested trying to change the topic.

"Fine, but we will talk later," Alice said as she grabbed her clothes and went to change.

I sighed and looked at the ceiling. Why him? James is just a git who just wants what he can't have. Me.

After Breakfast!

"Hey Evans!"

Walk faster Lily James is catching up. I thought as I picked up my pace, but sadly James got up to me.

"Where you headed so fast?" He asked.

"Class Potter. Why does it matter to you?"

He ran his fingers through his hair making it messier than it was.

"Well," I said and I was just wanting to get to Potions.

"Nothing forget it," He walked off leaving me standing there wondering what it was that he wanted, and where his friends were.

When I walked into Potions I found Remus there, all of the Marauders were there actually.

As class went by James was walking by my table after he went to get something from the cabinet and dropped a peice of paper on the table. I picked it up and unfolded it. A note is what was on this paper.

Lily,

Go out with me please!

James

I looked up at him. He was acrossed the room looking at me with those hazel eyes. I shook my head no as I have been doing for a year now. I do not like James Potter! No matter what my dreams say.

A/N: what do you Think. be honest please