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Chapter 1: Predictability

Lily Evans bounded on the Hogwarts Express after saying good-bye to her parents. Her green eyes shone, as did the Head Girl badge on her chest. It was her seventh, and last, year at Hogwarts and she was both excited and apprehensive.

She strode quickly down the train, peeking in the compartments in search of her best friends. Suddenly, she heard someone behind her squeal her name and she spun around, almost losing her balance.

"Annie!" Lily exclaimed as her blonde-haired friend ran over to her. She couldn't believe it; Savannah—not that Lily'd call her Savannah to her face—Wells was more beautiful than when Lily saw her last time. Her clothes have gotten a lot chicer, too. The only thing that hasn't changed was her height; she was still the size of a pixie.

"Hey, Lily, you're the Head Girl!" Anne remarked excitedly, having spotted Lily's badge. "Oh, I've got so much to tell you—we had a fabulous summer touring Europe—where's Emmeline, she has to hear this, too—I met someone while we were in Paris—and I finally got to shop in Milan!—oh, hey—"

Lily interrupted her friend's enthusiastic babble. "Whoa, whoa, hold it right there." She held up her hands, shaking with laughter. "You'll have to wait after I get back from the prefects' carriage. I need to give them the usual instructions, and find out who the Head Boy is, too. You don't have any idea who he is, do you?"

Anne's blue eyes flashed with something that resembled amusement. "Oh, no, I guess you'd better go and see. I'm gonna find Emmeline, meet you in our usual carriage, 'kay?" Without waiting for Lily's reply, she whirled around to hunt for Emmeline Vance.

Lily shook her head. Typical Anne. They'd been friends since forever so her carefree manner didn't faze Lily at all. Sighing, she headed towards the prefects' carriage, mentally running through the list of things she would talk about to the younger prefects and thinking about the possible Head Boy. It could be Remus Lupin; even though he was a Marauder, Hogwarts' resident troublemakers, he still seemed the perfect candidate for a heavy responsibility…

Lily slid the carriage door opened, bracing herself. Turned out she didn't brace herself enough. When she stepped in, expecting to meet the Head Boy, she saw…

"James Potter! What the hell are you doing here?!"

Potter smirked, which irritated Lily even more. "Well, Lily darling, that's a very interesting question. You see…"

"Get to the point. And don't call me that ever again if you don't want to be an endangered species." Lily snapped, her fingers inching stealthily to the pocket of her robes. Oh, how she longed to just curse him and get over it. But noooo, she just had to have a conscience. And Professor Dumbledore just had to make her Head Girl.

Just then, a sudden realization hit her. There would be only one reason Potter was lounging around the prefects' carriage. Only one reason which, to Lily, was the equivalent of facing the Cruciatus Curse.

"Oh, damn," She whispered, feeling a sudden tightening in her chest as she spotted a gleaming badge on his robes. Potter caught that and ran a hand through his jet-black hair, grinning.

"Yes, Lily dar—I mean Evans. You are in for the adventure of the century. With me!" Potter laughed maniacally, and was still doing so when a couple of Ravenclaw prefects walked in. They looked at him cautiously and settled on a seat farthest from him.

He saw that and shut up. It was Lily's turn to smirk. "Hmm…I'm bored, Lily dar—Evans. Want to help me come up with new pranks?" He suggested, his eyes hinting at mischief.

Lily scowled. "I would've thought you being Head Boy would make you behave properly."

James smirked. "You thought wrong. Now, what do you say about bewitching the Sorting Hat? Oh, great idea, how come we didn't think of that one before? Okay, I need to fine-tune that plan but rest assured I'll get that ready before Sorting."

Lily snorted under her breath. "Rest assured—HAH! As if anyone would, with your diabolical mind thinking up all sorts of crazy things. At any rate, I doubt you'll be able to bewitch the Sorting Hat."

James looked at her, his eyes gleaming with the challenge she unintentionally hinted with her tone. "We'll see…"

Lily groaned.

James strode into the compartment where Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew were sprawled around in. He needed advice—and fast.

Remus looked up from his Daily Prophet. "Hi, James."

Peter looked up from his Chocolate Frogs. "Hey, Zhaymsh." He spluttered unintelligibly.

Sirius looked up from…wherever he was looking at before. "Hey, mate. You didn't walk over completely to the dark side, did you?" He tossed aside his dark hair expertly, revealing his bored expression.

James rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to answer, but didn't get to reply as Anne Wells came up from behind him at that very moment.

"Hey, guys," She greeted them cheerfully. "Sirius, you do realize you seem…girly doing that, right?"

Sirius scowled at her, while the others burst out laughing. "No, Anne, I never realized that until you so very helpfully pointed it out. I didn't realize you were so observant. What are you doing here, anyway?"

Anne smiled innocently at them. "Oh, you know, just checking in. So, how're things, guys?" she sauntered casually in the compartment and settled down beside Sirius without invitation.

James smirked. "Where's Evans? I must say I got a kick—and a prank—out of that one."

Anne laughed, a tinkling-bell-ish sound. Despite her flawless façade, she was one of the most mischievous girls James met, which was probably why they'd been best friends since birth. That situation became a bit awkward since they'd started Hogwarts, as Lily and Anne immediately became friends and James started to like Lily and all…

"What's your next evil plan for winning Little Miss Lily Evans, Potter?" Anne asked, a knowing smile playing around her lips.

James grinned back. Anne read him so well, it was scary. "How d'you know my next prank involves Li—Evans?"

"Yeah, Wells. You read Prongs so well, it's scary." Sirius piped up.

James gaped at Sirius. How did he know? Well, another scary thing to watch out for, his being on the same wavelength with Padfoot.

"Well, Sherlock Holmes, it's just that James is one of the most predictable people on this planet, what with his being Lily-obsessed and all…" Anne explained, an overly patient air about her.

"I am NOT!" James countered.

"You are too!" Anne insisted.

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Who's Sherlock?" Peter wondered.

"He's smarter than Potter would ever be, I'd give him that!" Anne replied gleefully. James made to lunge at her, but Anne slipped out the door quickly. Then she dashed back as quickly as she had before.

"Oh, and James, I look forward to seeing your new prank fail." She added and flitted off before James could get his hands on her.

James growled. That little—

"So, what was your plan, James? Out to bewitch the Sorting Hat into singing a love song for Lily?" Remus cut in before he could finish the thought.

James' jaw dropped open. Okay, this was becoming a bit…more than frightening. Since when did Remus and Sirius develop the ability to read minds? "Er—yeah, actually. How did you know?" He replied, struggling to sound casual.

Sirius, Remus and Peter smirked. "Predictable."

A/N: I know, I know, I haven't updated my other story for a VERY long time, but I discovered writer's block could be limited to one fanfic only. This isn't my best work, but I'm just so stressed out right now! :evil teachers: But, don't worry, I'm working out an outline for these things I create and call stories. It gets better, I swear.

Please review!

So, until next update,

J.