Prologue

Our story begins in a dark, dusty room, void of all but a piano and a young woman.

She sits at the old instrument, tapping the keys in a nonchalant manner, her mind seemingly lost in space. Lightly shaking herself out of her trance, she places her hands over the keys, properly poised, as she was so vigorously trained to do when she was little, and began to play.

Her hand worked in the most magnificent ways, hitting the keys just enough to make the notes come out perfectly, but not crushing them underneath her fingers, ruining the delicate, beautiful sound of the song she was playing.

She played like a prodigy, and the one thing that was better than her playing was her angelic singing, which was apparent when she started to sing the song.

"I heard that you're settled down

That you found a girl and you're married now.

I heard that your dreams came true.

Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you…"

Her soft voice drifted under the door of the old music classroom of her high school. She gave the piece her all, thinking that she was alone in the school and it wouldn't matter how loud she sang.

Her dark auburn hair fell over her shoulder and into her sparkling green eyes, but her tiny frame was so focused on the music that she didn't notice it, instead staying engulfed in her sanctuary.

The music.

"Never mind, I'll find someone like you

I wish nothing but the best for you too

Don't forget me, I beg

I'll remember you said,

Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead,

Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead"

Another thing she didn't notice was the boy of about eighteen with uncontrollable raven hair standing outside the doorway, entranced by her voice and her playing and, well, everything about her really.

He couldn't see her, but was falling in love with her musical abilities.

James Potter had an ear for music (or, so his father, owner of one of the largest record companies in the world, said he did) and could pick out talent from miles away.

Whoever this girl was, she was amazing.

So amazing that James, having no tact whatsoever, just walked in and sat down next to her, frightening her out of her wits.

"Good lord! You gave me a right scare! Who are you anyways?" she asked, turning towards him, before screaming out, "James Potter!?"

"Well well well, if it isn't Lily Marie Evans! I didn't know you had talent!" James smiled at his old rival.

Rolling her eyes, Lily muttered, "Of course you wouldn't, because your head's so far up your own arse that you can't see what's right in front of you, you twit. And don't use my middle name, James Fleamont!"

"Ah, I missed your little insults, lovely. But back to the whole music thing. You're seriously incredible! Play some more!" James said eagerly.

"How long were you even there, anyways? I didn't hear you come in." Lily asked, trying to avoid playing for him.

"Ah ah ah, I see what you're doing, and you aren't getting away with it. Play something."

"Fine, what do you want me to play? I take requests you know." Lily drawled sarcastically.

"Oh har har, now seriously, play something." James prodded.

"Ok, ok, here we go."

She reluctantly started to play, and a few notes in, James knew exactly which song she was playing, and started to sing along to the bass part.

"Is this the real life?

Is this just fantasy?

Caught in a landslide,

No escape from reality.

Open your eyes,

Look up to the skies and see,

I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,

Because I'm easy come, easy go,

Little high, little low,

Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me"

The next six minutes were filled with them both singing "Bohemian Rhapsody" as loudly and obnoxiously as they possibly could. They didn't care who could hear them, because no one could anyways. They were the only ones in the barren school.

By the end of the song, James was up and dancing like an idiot with an air guitar, and Lily was laughing so hard that she couldn't even finish playing.

"So," James panted, out of breath from his own antics, "You're a Queen fan?"

"Duh." Lily rolled her eyes, the effect ruined because her smile was so wide, and pointed down at her shirt.

Across the black t-shirt, the members of Queen's faces stood prominent against the black background.

James smiled and asked, "Are you a Mercury kind of girl?"

A small smirk fell into place on her lips as she replied, "Nope. I'm more of a John Deacon fan myself."

"We, my darling Lilykins, are going to be fantastic friends."

"We're already enemies you imbecile."

"We were, but how about we get a fresh start, yeah? Here, I'll go first," He said, shaking out his shoulders before spinning around once, plastering a smile on his face and sticking out a hand.

"Hi, I'm James and you are just about the loveliest creature I've ever seen. I mean this hair! Did you pay to get it that way? It's absolutely gorgeous." He joked, putting on a fake posh accent.

"You, good sir," Lily mimicked, faking the accent too, "Are an idiot. But, I do suppose we could try to be friends." Smiling slightly as she relented.

"Great, now that that's taken care of, what'd you say we form a band?" James suggested spontaneously, and Lily's mouth dropped open.

After gaping at him, her mouth opening and closing like a fish, for five minutes, she finally sputtered, "What?!"

"Come on, it'd be fun! You're good, and you could make it big! You just need instruments to back you up and, lucky for you, you're looking, at a guitar player." James smirked, running a hand through his hair.

"Ok… but what about other instruments, hmm? Bass, piano, drums, or are you just going to be my one backup player and sprint around playing everything?" Lily asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"I… I know some people. Let's just say that. So, are you in or what?"

Lily took in his pleading look, struggling with an internal battle. She'd always wanted to be a singer, but had never had the courage or opportunity to do so. And now, here was the golden ticket to living her dreams, standing in front of her face- except, in the form of a gangly (except admittedly attractive) teenage boy in faded black jeans and a beatles t-shirt.

And yet, even though she wanted it so bad, there was something holding her back, in the form of an overbearing older sister.

Her relationship with Petunia hadn't been good since she came onto the music scene when she was eleven. Her sister believed it was a total waste of time, and nothing would come of it. The way Lily felt about the music and her natural pull towards it had made her not very normal in Petunia's eyes. She wanted so badly to mend that relationship, but knew it would hurt her worse than losing her sister ever could if she were to give up the one thing that could make her future the way she wanted it, not anyone else.

With one word, her future would be decided, all she had to do was speak.

"Yes."