Scheduled Post: 15 December 2006
Actual Post: 14 December 2006

A/N: Hey all you! Here it is, new and improved! (For all who have no idea what I am talking about, don't worry!)
 Just something I want to point out: JK Rowling wrote the Harry Potter books from a guy's POV, obviously. This is from a girl's point of view, so I would just like to say, the style of writing I would use for a guy's POV rather than a girl's is different. So if you accuse me of making the characters unrealistically, this is my theory.
Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize; all that you do belongs to JK Rowling.

-Chapter 1-
To Hogwarts

Lily's mother looked down her nose at her. "So? What was going on there, Lily?"

Lily looked guiltily down at the carpet. It had a very interesting triangle pattern on it. "What do you mean, Mum?"

"You know perfectly well what I mean, Lily Evans! You had your wand out on your sister! Now tell me why and then apologize to Petunia or else I will confine you to your room for the rest of the summer!"

Lily knew her mother wouldn't actually carry out her threat, and remained silent.

"And I will not let you at your schoolbooks to study! Now tell me!"

Lily gulped. No spellbooks? That would mean no studying, no homework finished and very angry teachers when she returned to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Mum, but…" Lily protested, but her mother's eyes were steely. "Alright… Petunia was teasing me about my friends and how I am a freak and Hogwarts and so on, just like always. Just this time I lost my temper and took out my wand. Mum, you know I wouldn't actually hurt Petunia. Besides, it's against the law."

Eleanor Evans pursed her lips, reminding Lily severely of Professor Minerva McGonagall, one of her teachers. "Hmm. Well, I suppose you are entitled to getting mad at that. Please be calmer next time, honey. And no more taking your wand out!"

"I'm sorry, Mum. It's just, sometimes, I wish that she…" Lily trailed off. I wish that she wasn't born was what she wished. "Never mind, Mum. I'll try to stay calm."

Her mother's look softened. "Well, I'll have a talk with Petunia and we'll see. But you've still got to apologize, right, Lily!"

"Fine…"

-OOO-

Later, that evening, Lily was sitting on her bed, reading Hogwarts, A History, (her favourite book) when a tapping on her window interrupted her. She looked up to see a smallish owl eyeing her impatiently. It had a letter tied to its leg. She unlatched the window and it hopped onto her bed. Quickly she untied the envelope. It was fastened with a familiar red wax seal. She broke it hurriedly, unfolded the parchment and began reading.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed, of Wizards)

Dear Miss Evans,

We are pleased to inform you that you have gained the position of Head Girl this year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Contained in this envelope is a badge, which you are expected to wear at all time. Your Head duties, which you will be sharing with the Head Boy, are as follows…

When Lily finished reading, she leaped off her bed and hugged herself. Head Girl! Clutching her letter still, she sped out of her room, downstairs and into the living room, where her parents were reading and Petunia was watching TV.

"Lily, what's the matter?" asked Mark Evans.

"I got it!" she shouted.

Her parents exchanged confused looks.

"What did you get, dear?" her mother asked.

Lily bounced up and down in the middle of the room.

"I'm Head Girl! Mum, Dad, I'm Head Girl!"

Her parents, though Muggles – non-magical people – knew how much this meant to Lily.

"Oh, sweetie, that's amazing!"

As her parents enveloped her in hugs, Lily caught her sister's look. Was that… envy?

Ignoring her sister, Lily sped out the door and took off through the forest. The Evans' lived in the country out of London. The closest neighbouring house was only a short run through the woods, however. Lily burst into the house without knocking, and ran into the kitchen. A short plump woman stood at the stove, gesturing around with her wand.

"Hello, Mrs. Bones!" Lily sang, giving the woman a big hug.

"What's got you all full of joy, then?" Mrs. Bones sang.

"I got Head Girl!" Lily thought she could never be tired of saying that.

Without waiting for a reply from the woman, Lily ran up the stairs and into a small bedroom where a pretty, round-faced girl with long brown hair Lily's age was lounging on her bed, reading her Hogwarts letter.

"Lily!" Alice Bones, Lily's best friend, leapt up. "Did you get it?"

"Yes!" Lily cried, flinging the badge up in the air. All of her years at Hogwarts, this was the moment Lily had been aiming for, besides graduating. And now, here it was.

-OOO-

"Alright, honey, see you at Christmas!" Lily waved goodbye to her parents from a window as the Hogwarts Express chugged and started moving away from Platform 9 3/4.

"Lils!"

A voice made her spin about. Alice waved at her from down the train.

"C'mon, Giddy an' I got a compartment!"

Lily joined Alice, a tall brown-haired boy and a shorter black-haired boy in the train compartment. The taller boy was Gideon Prewett, a very talented young wizard, and the raven-haired boy was Fabian, his younger brother. Fabian was quieter than the enthusiastic Gideon, but equally talented.

After they exchanged greetings and summer stories, the compartment door slid open and a tall serene, Ravenclaw girl drifted through.

"Emmeline," Gideon said earnestly, jumping up. "Sit down."

She smiled slightly.

"Thank you, Gideon." Gideon's eyes brightened at the sound of her saying his name. However, Emmeline Vance turned to Lily.

"I heard you are Head Girl, Lily. Congratulations."

Lily smiled. "Thanks, Emmeline. I was a bit surprised it wasn't you."

"Yes. Well, I am not as popular as you, Lily." Despite her reasoning, Emmeline looked pleased. "But, that reminds me. Aren't you supposed to be instructing the prefects?"

"Oh!" Lily jumped up as if her seat were on fire. "Thanks for reminding me!"

She dashed down the corridor to the larger-than-usual end compartment. Inside were twenty-two fifth-, sixth- and seventh-years watching the door.

"Oh, hello." She said. "I'm the Head Girl, Lily Evans. Sorry I'm late." As she started going through the instructions listed on the letter, the door burst open again.

"Sorry I'm late," panted the boy, unknowingly echoing Lily. "I'm Head Boy."

Apparently he saw no reason to introduce himself, and Lily knew why.

For the boy was startlingly tall, thin and had rumpled black hair and large hazel eyes. He was Chaser and Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, a Marauder, a top student, very popular, and many girls' item of affection. Indeed, most of the girl's in the compartment were following his every move devotedly.

"Potter," Lily said in a cold voice. "As great an actor as you are, I think it's about time you gave Remus his badge back."

James Potter grinned.

"Oh no, Evans! I would never steal from a fellow Marauder. I am the Head Boy."

" Well. How… wonderful," she said, not hiding the sarcasm in her voice. "Would you be so kind as to help with the instructions, Potter?"

She expected an arrogant, know-it-all answer, but got instead a cheerful "Of course, Miss Evans," and a grin and a wink.

-OOO-

Lily told her friends about the Head Boy in the horseless carriage that brought them from the train to the castle that was Hogwarts. "… And I turned around, and you'll never guess who it is!" She finished.

"Er, Severus Snape?" guessed Giddy, judging from the look on her face.

"No, no, a different kind of person. He's probably the least likely that you'd think of."

A Ravenclaw seventh-year named Frank Longbottom had joined their group in the carriage.

"Sirius Black," he suggested, grinning.

"Well," she amended, grinning too. "Second least, then."

Giddy and Alice exchanged looks.

"Potter?" asked Alice. Groaning, Lily nodded as the carriage bumped to a stop.

"Oh, Lils," her best friend said sympathetically. "And you'll have to work with him all year!"

"He's not that bad, Lily," said Giddy comfortingly. "It's just, around you, he can't – er, never mind."

Lily and Alice glanced at each other.

"What? He can't what?" Alice inquired.

"Er, nothing. Nothing at all, seriously, Lils." Giddy looked hurt.

"Okay, never mind, then. So, Ali, who do you think is going to make the Gryffindor Seeker? They need a new one this year…"

Talk turned to Quidditch as they made their way towards the Great Hall. The big doors were open, and a tall, composed, young woman stood to the right of them.

"Good, evening, children," she said, smiling. This was Professor Minerva McGonagall, their Transfiguration teacher and head of their house, Gryffindor.

"Good evening, professor," they replied, and moved through the doors.

"Oh, yes, Miss Evans?" their professor continued. "Professor Dumbledore would like a word with you and Mr. Potter after supper."

Alice, Giddy, Fab and Lily waved goodbye to Emmeline and Frank as the Ravenclaws went to sit at their house table.

It appeared that they had missed the Sorting, the ceremony where a magical hat placed the new students in one of the four houses. There were the Slytherin's, who were renowned for their pride and determination, the Hufflepuff's, who were ultimately loyal, the clever Ravenclaw's, and finally, the Gryffindor's, who were placed in that house for their bravery and courage.

"Hey, Giddy, Fab, Lily, Alice!" A voice called. The four Gryffindor's made their way down the table to the waving, but as Lily saw who it was and who was sitting beside him, beaming, she groaned.

"Oh, come on, Lils. It won't kill you to sit with him, and you've got to get used to him," whispered Alice.

Lily rolled her eyes, but knew it was true. The hand belonged to the most popular, funny, handsome boy in the school, Sirius Black, but it wasn't him she minded. It was his best friend: James Potter,

She made sure to seat herself as far away from him as possible, whilst still staying in the group, and found herself sandwiched between Alice and Remus Lupin, another of Sirius and Potter's best friends. He, however, was unlike them, in fact rather like Lily in his studying habits. He had messy brown hair, a thoughtful air, and he was rather quiet and kind in comparison to Sirius and Potter.

He smiled at Lily.

"Congratulations, Lily! Head Girl!"

"Yeah, I know! And Potter… I wonder why he got the position?"

Remus grinned.

"Well, you might not have noticed, but he has deflated his head somewhat since last year. So I guess Dumbledore thought him the best boy for the job."

"Deflated his head? No, I hadn't noticed." There was an awkward silence as the students around them continued to talk about Quidditch. "Anyways, I thought that you and Emmeline were in line for the Heads, but I suppose Dumbledore-"

She was cut off by Alice nudging her and nodding towards the staff table.

Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster, has stood up. He was an old, old wizard with flowing silver hair, a long white beard and innumerable wrinkles in his face.

"Welcome," he called out, "to another year at Hogwarts. I hope everyone's summer was enjoyable, and everyone's looking forward to learning lots of new stuff. For now, however, let the feast… begin!"

Heaps of food appeared on the platters before them. They all piled food on their plates enthusiastically.

"Oh yeah," said Sirius, his mouth full of mashed potato. "Diff iv me cuvvin, Nym'ador' 'Onk'." He gestured to a small, snub-nosed girl sitting next to him. "She jus' got sor'ed in'o G'yffindo'."

"Sorry," said Potter, leaning across his plate so he could see Sirius' cousin on the other side of his best friend, "but what was your name again?"

She scowled and said, "Nymphadora! I would rather you call me Tonks, my last name, though. My mother was crazy to call me that."

They all grinned.

"You must be James Potter," she continued, pointing at Potter. "And you are Remus Lupin, and are you… Estrella Rubia?" she pointed at Lily.

"Me?" she chuckled as Sirius turned red. "No, I'm Lily Evans. Estrella's down there." She waved to a pretty blonde girl near the end of the table, who got up and walked towards them, holding her plate.

"Hi, Lily! Hey everyone! How's it going?" She sat down on the other side of Alice, across from Sirius. "Are you okay, Sirius?" she said, looking concerned. "You seem to be rather red. The chicken curry too hot for you?"

"Er, I'm fine," he said, swallowing his mouthful as the others burst out laughing.

Estrella was a dramatically beautiful, tall and fun-loving. She was crazy about the opposite sex, and occasionally went to desperate measures to obtain her desired male. Although, she didn't have to resort to extreme plans to get their attention often, as she was by far the most obviously beautiful female at Hogwarts, unlike Emmeline, who was most definitely beautiful, but not so completely, or Alice, who could be more accurately described as cute.

"Wow! What's with the ceiling?" exclaimed Tonks.

"It's enchanted to look like the night sky," supplied Sirius, beaming at her like an older brother, glad to have the attention away from him.

"It's amazing!" Tonks breathed, staring upwards.

Lily and Alice exchanged looks, remembering their astonishment at the first sight of the apparently nonexistent ceiling of the Great Hall.

'Well," said Potter, helping himself to more peppermint humbugs, "I'm going to schedule the tryouts for Quidditch Seeker as soon as possible! I want a winning team this year, good enough to get that Cup!"

Quidditch was a wizard sport involving seven players on each team (a Keeper, two Beaters, three Chasers and a Seeker), a pitch with three hoops attached to poles standing on either end (which the Keeper's guarded, and the Chasers tried to score through), four balls (a Quaffle, the scoring ball, two Bludgers, which the Beaters hit with clubs to distract other players, and the Golden Snitch, which the Seeker has to catch to end the game). Then to complicate matters even further, everyone was on broomsticks.

Potter was the Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, as well as a Chaser. He looked appraisingly at Tonks.

"What a pity you're only a first-year. You have just the right frame for Seeker." He frowned absentmindedly at Lily. "Ah, well…"

Lily felt uncomfortable under his gaze.

Sirius grinned proudly. "Hear that, Tonks? And Prongs knows his Quidditch players; he's been Captain for three years! This'll be his fourth."

Remus looked between Lily and Potter, confused.

"James?" he asked. "Any ideas who will try out?"

Potter shook his head slightly then blinked. "What? Oh, er, right…"

As the conversation continued, Lily pondered over her thoughts, picking at her dinner.

"Lils?" Alice nudged her again. Lily looked up to see everyone staring at her.

"What'd I miss?"

"James thinks you should try out for Seeker."

"Me? Are you insane? No way!" Lily said, with feeling.

Potter looked incredibly pleased with himself for disconcerting her. His eyes grinned at her over his beaker of pumpkin juice. Beside him, Sirius was nodding thoughtfully.

"Actually, Prongs has a point. You're slight, and I'm sure you'd have great reflexes with training," the handsome boy pointed out.

Lily shook her head. "Thanks, you two, but I actually want to concentrate on my studies this year. We have NEWTs, remember?"

Potter's grin disappeared.

He looks, thought Lily, crestfallen. What about, I wonder? Not NEWTs! Something more… me? I've never actually affected him on a personal level before…