Welcome to my new story! If you're readers of Three Months of Living Hell, my oneshots or completely new to my work, I hope you enjoy. This story will take place using both Lily and James' points of view, more likely Lily's because she's a girl and I'm a girl and...yeah... it's easier for me to write as a girl.

It's a slow beginning but I can promise, if you hold on I think you'll be pleasantly surprised. It's the end of June, to give you a brief timeframe, and they're on their way back home from Hogwarts. I didn't want to put too much detail in on just the setting as I feel it takes away some of the magic of the actual story.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, except any OC's which I may include in this story.

Without further adooo:

Lily POV

I've always been invisible. In nursery, I was the kid who would rather play by herself in the sandpit. In primary school, I was the girl who would sit in the corner and read a book.

Apart from the times when I wasn't.

Like the times in nursery when I would be pushed out of the sandpit by the boy who decided there wasn't enough room for two. Or in primary school, where the 'cool clique' thought it would be fun to smash my glasses and rip up my books.

No one ever knew about that, of course. Why should I make a big deal out of it? I was nine and somewhat of a nerd. I was asking for it.

I'd like to be able to say that when I hit my teens I grew out of it. Like in those films, where the girl suddenly becomes gorgeous and dateable after being, well, not. But life isn't a film, and it doesn't work like that. I mean, sure, I lost my puppy weight and grew boobs and an arse, but they're nothing to stare at. Guys don't want to date me and girls don't want to be me. And I know that. I've accepted that. At least I thought I had.

That doesn't matter right now though. All of that is things I can't change, and I'm not going to stuff my bra just to get a guy to give me a second glance.

My name is Lily Evans, I'm currently in my fifth year (well, to be more precise, I'm on the train home returning from my fifth year) at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yes, I'm a witch. No, I don't have green skin and warts all over my body. I am magic though. That's the strangest thing of all really, seeing as I come from a normal family (known as 'muggles' in the wizarding world) with no magical blood for generations as far as I know. I'll let you imagine my surprise when two people showed up uninvited to my house on the 17th of July when I was eleven and told me that I was a witch. Let me give you an idea of what my parents thought: they nearly called the asylum.

To find that new piece of information out was both a gift and a curse. Suddenly there was a reason to explain why I could jump off a swing seven feet up in the air and still land on my feet, or why my hair grow back so fast when my mum gave me that Merlin-awful bowl cut when I was 5 and had gum caught in my hair.

The negatives? I lost my best friend, my sister Petunia. She didn't agree with my, shall we say, situation, and was jealous beyond belief. At first I didn't think it was jealousy, but then when I found a letter addressed to the Headmaster of the school, I realised. Of course, I wasn't the only one who found that letter, as my then-other-best-friend Severus Snape was with me, so the blame can't totally be blamed on me (at least, that's what I tell myself). I say he was my then-best friend, because, as so often happens in friendships, he found better people to hang around. Better by his standards, anyway, which is awful because those people he now hangs around with? They're Death Eaters, the most feared wizards in our world, supposedly led by someone who we only know as Voldemort.

We're not completely sure as to whether this Voldemort guy really exists, as the Daily Prophet is extremely restricted on what they're allowed to publish, and we're underage so the school doesn't want to get into too much extreme detail, but one thing is for sure: Whether they have a leader or not, they're scary as anything. Deaths are reported daily. Sometimes halfbloods, occasionally purebloods and 'bloodtraitors,' but most of the time it's either a muggle-born witch or wizard, like me, or just plain, straight, defenceless muggles.

When I read about those reports, or when I hear about the deaths of these mostly-innocent people, only one thought consumes my brain. It could have been me.

Even though I thought that stuff, nothing would have prepared me for the time when I found out it actually was. When I got off the train that afternoon, I was expecting for my parents to be waiting for me, as they always have when I returned. We even discussed it a couple of days ago, when they said that they would wait outside of the station for me. They were nowhere to be seen.

That's okay, maybe they're caught in traffic, was my first thought. So I waited for a little longer. But as it became clear that they weren't coming, I headed back. We only lived a short couple of bus rides away anyway. It was no big deal.

As I was walking up my road, I could see our car still parked in the driveway. Maybe they really did completely forget about me then.

I didn't bother knocking on the door; if they really had forgotten, they I wanted to give them a surprise. I just used the key which I always had with me (yes, even when at Hogwarts and thousands of miles away from here) and walked in.

I was in for one hell of a surprise.

It was wrecked. I'm not even joking, tables were overturned, photo frames pulled off the wall and smashed. The sofa's even had stuffing hanging out of them! I was scared shitless, to say the least. Then I heard a yell from upstairs.

'Who is it?!' It was a woman's voice, and I recognised it as my sister Tuney. I had already figured out that someone must have broken in, so I quickly yelled back that it was me to reassure her. She came down the stairs, tentatively, as though she was afraid someone was after her. 'You!' she screamed, 'it's you! How dare you have the nerve to come back here? It's your fault they're gone because of your stupid freak world and you actually come back?! Well I have news for you Lily Evans. Get the hell out of my house!'

I was shocked. I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about, so I told her so.

'Your people,' she said, spitting out the word, 'broke into the house last night and murdered my parents! They tried to kill me too, freak! You planned it, didn't you? You never liked me. You probably wanted them to get to me first, but told them to take out whoever got in their way. That's exactly the kind of thing you would do!'

Our parents were dead? Our parents were dead? Our parents were dead? No, she must be wrong. There was no reason for the Death Eaters to come over here. I had done nothing to wrong them. Or maybe I had. I was muggle-born, my parents and sister were muggles. To them , that was reason enough.

'Tuney, listen to me, I didn't kill them! I didn't even know! You can't seriously think I would do something like that do you? The people who did that were evil wizards, Tuney! I'm not one of them! I'm a good witch, a good person!'

With a cold look, she looked me in the eye and said, 'Is there such a thing as a good witch?' without waiting for my response, she carried on, 'I didn't think so. They left the house to me, since I'm eighteen and you're still in school. I want whatever things you happen to find in this house of yours out by sundown tomorrow, including yourself. Never speak to me again.' And with that, she turned and went back upstairs, leaving me alone with a trunk full of spellbooks, witches robes, and a numb heart.

James POV

If you ask my parents, they'll probably tell you that I am the most troublesome thing to ever have existed (or maybe second most troublesome. Sirius' levels exceed even mine!). Then they'll follow on to say I have a good head on my shoulders and am capable of making good decisions by myself. And then, my mother will excuse herself so she can owl me to make sure I'm changing my underwear daily and keeping up with my classwork.

I'll admit it! I'm babied a little bit. But in all fairness, that's probably down to my parents having me later in life. I don't like being constantly watched over, being owled once a day, sometimes even twice, and most of the time the words all being the same.

Hi Jamsie,

Just wanted to check on you. Are you okay? Eating well? Showering every day? Don't get in too much trouble now!

Love and kisses,

Mum and Dad xxxxx

See?! They're not even letters! Notes, is what they are.

Still, it's nice to know they care enough to owl me regularly. And I have to say, it really does reassure you when your dad is an Auror and away on mission trips often. But there's a limit, you know?! I'm 16 now. I think I know what I'm doing.

Still, despite all of their worrying and fussing, I'm pretty damn excited to see them again. I've not seen them since the Christmas Holidays, and now it's the end of June. I can't wait to be able to hug my mother again and hear them scold me for the mischief I got up to with my best friends, Sirius, Remus and Peter.

I love those guys. They're my brothers, not by blood, but we're still closer than I've ever known any blood brothers to be. We hardly ever argue, and when we do we've usually sorted it out within twenty four hours or so. What can I say, we don't hold grudges.

So far, we've roomed together in Hogwarts for five years, going into a sixth in September. So far, so good, in pretty much every aspect of my life. I can only hope it stays that way.

So there you are. I hope you enjoyed it, don't forget to leave a review/pm me telling me if you love it, hate it, or think I should give up writing altogether. Thanks! X