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I do not own Harry Potter. :(

Lily is a happy girl. She is Head Girl. She is top of her class. That is how she got her Head Girl status. She is popular amongst her fellow classmates. Because she was prefect in her fifth and sixth year and now, is Head Girl her seventh year.

Did she mention she is Head Girl?

Petunia scoffed when she heard the news.

Her mom congratulated her daughter when she heard her daughter squeal.

Her dad treated her an owl, which Lily took the liberty of naming Snowy.

And even though James freaking Potter is Head Boy, Lily is determined to not let that affect her mood. She deserved this privilege. She spent days in the library studying for that Herbology test, her worst subject. Days tutoring first years in Charms, her best subject. Days smiling at passing Slytherins, only to have scowls thrown back.

No. Life was good.

Now, Lily is sitting in the Great Hall, eating her lunch with a couple of Gryffindors from her year. Her mashed potatoes are scrumptious and made perfectly by the perfect house elves. Her salad is crisp and topped with the freshest, reddest tomatoes. The cherry tomatoes gushed in her mouth with juice spilling from her lips. Lily giggled as she wiped her mouth.

She made small talk with her friends, anticipating the bell to ring soon. Transfiguration is next, and although transfiguration is not her best subject, Lily enjoys the class. She must get there just as the bell rings. She has to get her seat in the front. And to do that, she must finish eating ten minutes before the first bell rings, so she can properly digest.

She must double check the contents in her bag two minutes beforehand.

She must start walking exactly one second after the bell started ringing.

Lily looked at her watch. Ten minutes. Put fork down and smile at friend to her right.

Two minutes, Lily looks into her bag. Quill (check). Ink (check). Textbook (check).

Extra parchment (check).

Bell rings.

Lily gets up from her seat to leave. Yes. Everything was going according -

"Oy! Evans! Duck!"

SPLAT

A scream.

"FUCK YOU JAMES POTTER"

And then the day did not look that perfect for Lily Evans.