Seven Years Coming

by aliceforgryffindor

When Lily Evans enters her Seventh Year, she doesn't expect that being Head Girl would come with added perks in the form of James Potter. At first she finds him arrogant, self-obsessed and really, really annoying, but love waits. J/L, rated T for safety. R&R! Edit: UP FOR ADOPTION

1. Prologue

Prologue

Lily Evans sat at the foot of her bed, staring down at the parchment in her right hand. In her left she was tightly clutching a sharp, shiny badge. Emblazoned on the front, in large, capital letters, was 'HEAD GIRL'. Lily sighed, and reread the letter. It was no surprise, of course. Her friends had been telling her for years the she was going to get Head Girl. Not that she wanted it. Contrary to popular opinion, Lily didn't actually want to be seen as a goody-goody know-it-all who lived for nothing more than to dock points of every student who disobeyed the rules. Lily wasn't averse to rule-breaking, but for some reason everyone assumed that she was. It was probably something to do with becoming a Prefect in fifth year.

Thanks, Dumbledore, she thought as she tucked to badge into the pocket of her jeans. I just love responsibility.

Lily looked around her room. Unlike most girls her age in the neighbourhood, Lily hadn't decorated her room at all. There wasn't much point really, considering that she was only there for a few months every year. She saved her decorating for Hogwarts.

Hogwarts. Lily hugged herself around the middle, excited to be going back. She missed her dorm-mates, Alice, Emmaline and Mary. She missed using magic. She missed the food. Merlin, the food especially. Nothing could wake her up better in the morning than lovely, warm, steaming elf-cooked food. Lily tended to try to ignore the fact that it was essentially cooked by slaves. Instead she focused on the positives: it was delicious.

I even miss the guys, she sighed. The Marauders. What a ridiculous name. Who named themselves anyway? What a douchey thing to do. Probably James' idea. Idiot.

She briefly wondered who had got the position of Head Boy. Remus probably.

'LILY! MOVE IT, OR YOU'RE GOING TO MISS THE TRAIN!' Lily's mum screeched from downstairs.

Snapped out of her reverie, Lily locked the large trunked at the foot of her bed, and began to lug it out the door. At the threshold she paused, and surveyed the room that had been hers for the summer. Lily smiled slightly, and realised she wouldn't miss it.

Whatever will come, will come, she thought comfortably, and headed downstairs.