Disclaimer: You see, even if I were to steal the rights from J.K Rowling, some character would just Expelliarmus them from me. So, J.K. Rowling owns all characters and everything recognizable from the Harry Potter series, except for Isabella Lot. Isabella's mine, people, don't you even dare try to steal her.

Chapter 1-Prologue-Lily Evans

"Lily, will you—"

"No. Leave me alone, Potter."

This was the start of another horrible day at Hogwarts.

My name is Lily Evans, and I'm a second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am twelve years old and my best friends are Alice Smith and Isabella Lott. I have a pretty normal life, at least, as normal as it can get at Hogwarts when you're a witch, except for this one problem. You see, it all started on my first train ride to Hogwarts, back when I was a first year.

-Flashback-

I had just passed through the barrier, just as Professor McGonagall had told me to when she had come to my house to explain. It was a totally different world.

Apart from the gigantic scarlet train with the letters 'Hogwarts Express' on the front and the smoke, there was a huge crowd. I walked through it all, catching parts of conversations here and there.

"Oh my god, have you seen that scrawny kid over there?"

"Are you sure you have your rat, Toby?"

"Mum, what if I'm in Slytherin?"

I marveled at the differences between this world and the 'Muggle' world. For instance, in a Muggle home, you would never see owls soaring overhead, or hear bangs and see flashes from corners, or hear mothers tell their children not to turn their teacher into some sort of animal this year.

I turned to my parents and Petunia, and saw them staring at everything with their mouths wide open. At least, that's what my parents were doing. Petunia was looking around with a stuck-up expression on her face and holding her nose high in the air.

You see, my parents were really proud that they had a daughter who was magic, but Petunia treated me like a freak. I knew it was just because she was jealous, but it still hurt when she called me names. Sure, we had our arguments growing up, but we were still sisters. She was the one who I would've gone to with problems, the one who had taught me how to tie my shoes, and the one who had given a big hug when I was crying, and my big sister. But that had all changed when I got my Hogwarts letter and Professor McGonagall had come to our house. Now, she would throw me dirty looks over dinner, or ignore me when I walked past her on the stairs, or wrinkle her nose when I did some accidental magic. And most of all, she didn't like 'that boy from Spinner's end', my friend Severus Snape.

Sev was the one that had explained a lot about all of this, this magic. He would be in my year, and he was the first friend I had in Hogwarts. He did kind of look like an overgrown bat, with his oily black hair, big black clothes, and pale skin, but he was my friend, and that's what counts.

I gave my parents a last hug, gave my mum a big kiss on her cheek, and then turned to Tuney. Severus had gone to his own parents. They were standing a few meters away from us

"Go on. I hope you have fun over at your school for freaks." Petunia said.

That was the moment I knew for sure that she was just jealous.

"Look, I'm sorry, Tuney, I'm sorry! Listen—" I grabbed her hand, trying to find some way to make sure I could get her into Hogwarts."Maybe once I'm there—no, listen, Tuney! Maybe once I'm there, I'll be able to go to Professor Dumbledore and persuade him to change his mind!"

"I don't – want – to – go!" said Petunia, as she tried to tug her hand from my grip. "You think I want to go to some stupid castle and learn to be a – a…"

She looked at all of the bizarre colors, the animals, and then finished her sentence.

" –you think I want to be a—a freak?"

I felt tears well up in my eyes as she finally managed to pull her hand away

"I'm not a freak," I said. "That's a horrible thing to say."

"That's where you're going," said Petunia. "A special school for freaks. You and that Snape boy…weirdoes, that's what you two are. It's good you're being separated from normal people. It's for our safety."

I looked at my parents (who were still marveling at everything), and decided that I should tell Petunia the truth about the letter.

"You didn't think it was such a freak's school when you wrote to the headmaster and begged him to take you."

Petunia blushed fiercely.

"Beg? I didn't beg!"

"I saw his reply. It was very kind."

"You shouldn't have read –," whispered Petunia, "That was my private – how could you –?"

I gave myself away by glancing at Severus for a split second. Tuney gasped.

"That boy found it! You and that boy have been sneaking in my room!"

"No – not sneaking – " I suddenly turned defensive. "Severus saw the envelope, and he couldn't believe a Muggle could have contacted Hogwarts, that's all! He says there must be wizards working undercover in the postal service who take care of – "

"Apparently wizards poke their noses in everywhere!" said Petunia, now as pale as she had been flushed. "Freak!" she spat at me once more before she bounded over to our parents.

I bit my lip; my eyes were stinging from unshed tears. Severus tried to go to me, but I quickly grabbed my trunk and Mercurius and hurried into the crowd, trying to get lost so that he wouldn't be able to find me. I felt guilty and resentful towards Sev, even though I knew it was not right to blame him. Although it had been his idea to open that letter…

He found me later in a compartment with two boys, James Potter and Sirius Black, who were having an animated discussion about something called Quidditch. I was looking out the window, thinking about how horrible it would be when I would have to go back home in the summer.

Sev slipped onto the bench opposite me. I glanced at him, and then looked back outside. I didn't want him to know that I had been crying.

"I don't want to talk to you," I said, my throat tight from crying

"Why not?"

"Tuney h-hates me. Because we saw that letter from Dumbledore."

"So what?"

I glared at him

"So, she's my sister!"

I tried to surreptitiously wipe my eyes while he said something I didn't catch.

"But we're going!" he said, unable to contain his enthusiasm. "This is it! We're off to Hogwarts!"

I nodded, still wiping my eyes, trying for a smile.

"You'd better be in Slytherin," said Severus, clearly happy that I had brightened a little.

"Slytherin?" James exclaimed. He had tried to pull me into the conversation before, but I didn't feel like talking, so after about five times, he gave up. I could still feel his eyes on me every now and then. Once, I had glanced back at him, only to see him smile at me and then turn back to Sirius. He was kind of cute.

"Who wants to be in Slytherin? I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?" James continued, asking Sirius, the other boy. Sirius did not smile.

"My whole family has been in Slytherin," he said.

"Blimey," said James, "and I thought you seemed all right!"

Sirius grinned.

"Maybe I'll break the tradition. Where are you heading, if you've got the choice?"

James lifted an invisible sword.

"'Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!' Like my dad."

Severus made a small, disparaging noise. James turned on him.

"Got a problem with that?"

"No," said Sev, though he had a sneer on his face. "If you'd rather be brawny than brainy – "

"Where're you hoping to go, seeing as you're neither?" interjected Sirius.

James roared with laughter. I stood up, rather angry, and glared at the two idiots.

"Come on, Severus, let's find another compartment."

"Oooooo…"

James and Sirius imitated her lofty voice; James tried to trip Sev as he passed.

"See ya, Snivellus!" Someone cried at our backs, as I slammed the compartment door shut.

That had been my first disagreement with James Potter, the first of many.

-End flashback-

So, here we are, one year later, with him still trying to get me to say yes to him, but me constantly rejecting me.

The welcoming feast hadn't even started yet, and he'd already asked me out. This continued throughout the whole school year, and now it was January.

Honestly, I don't know why he still even tries. I mean, he's still very cute, and almost all the girls in our year swoon over him, and if he were to ask any of them, they would squeal so loudly that it would break your eardrums, or faint on the spot.

So, that raised the question: why on earth was he so intent on trying to get me to go out with him?

Well, there you have it, people. The first chapter of my brand-new story.

Let me introduce myself. My pen name is LazySundayGirl, my real name is Alexandra. I'm thirteen years old and currently live in the Netherlands. I was born in London, England, and my mother is American. I'm half African-American, and half white. I'm in 8th grade now, and this is my second real fic. My other one was for Percy Jackson (one of my other favourite series), and my beta is IceCreamGurl6455.

Considering how slow I was for updating for my last fic, I decided to have at least two other chapters ready in case I don't write any time soon, so that I will have something to update for you guys. Confusing? Try reading it again, that always helps me :)

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