A/N: This isn't my first fan fiction, and it certainly isn't my first one about James and Lily, but this is the first time I've ever written a fan fiction in first person. I plan on doing it from both Lily and James' point of view. Other characters will sometimes have their own chapters, like Sirius or Marlene, but most of the time it's Lily and James.

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Universe is entirely JK Rowling's. I do not own anything, except for a couple OC's. This disclaimer applies to every chapter in the future.

The sun is breaking in your eyes to start a new day

This broken heart can still survive with a touch of your grace

Shadows fade into the light I am by your side, where love will find you

Lily

Uneasy feelings settle in the bottom of my stomach as the train begins to jolt into motion. That kind of feeling that makes you want to throw up a million times. The kind that's caused by something you don't want to let go, even though you have to. This is my last year at Hogwarts. It's my home away from...well, home. Sure, "home" usually describes the house where your parents and yourself reside until you're old enough to have your own place. I'm not old enough to have a flat yet, so I do live with my parents. I'm seventeen, and like many people around me, I have no idea how to let go of a place like Hogwarts.

It's different than my parents house. Hogwarts is where I found myself, where I made my best friends and where I've had most of my fondest memories. In Cornwall, it's a pleasant little cottage that my parents have. We moved there about three years ago, and it's been nothing short of homey. The rocky texture of the walls, the quaint light blue kitchen, and the endless amounts of windows. There's even a fireplace. But, it is also the place where more often than not, I feel alone.

My parents are great, don't get me wrong. I love my Mum and Dad more than anything in the world.

But as nice as my parent's little cottage is, it's also the place where I often get to see my sister, Petunia. She works in the city, but stops by every weekend to tend to our parents. From that sentence right there you must be thinking "What a nice girl". And with our parents, she is the perfect daughter. But with me, she never misses an opportunity to squash my self esteem lower, and lower because I am a witch. And that's why I feel so alone when I'm home. Because I feel like I'm never going to be good enough, and I feel like the outcast. The black sheep. It's the kind of feeling that, once you live with it for so long, it's like a seed in your soul. It's planted, and it grows, and grows. It doesn't go away. When I'm in Cornwall, it seems like it grows at a rapid rate.

At Hogwarts I can be myself. I can walk around in sweatpants and not get judged by my sister's sharp tongue, I can fool around with Marlene McKinnon and Jill Earnest (my best mates), and I can learn more than I ever could at home. I can giggle madly with Ethan Price, my boyfriend. It's everything I want, all bundled up into one spectacular castle. Very seldom do I ever feel lonely there. It's my safe haven.

And after this year it's all going to be over.

To add the cherry on top of the sundae, the biggest war in Wizarding history is occurring right now. And I'm a direct target of it. Because of my blood. How difficult is it to believe that people are born equal, regardless of their religion, upbringing, heritage, or skin color? I would have thought humanity would have learned it's lesson by now. Merlin, we're slow learners. My parents had their doubts with sending me to school, with all the reports in the Prophet (They insisted that they be informed about everything in the Wizarding World-they're fascinated by it). I convinced them otherwise, though, insisting that I could take care of myself. Which I'm not even sure of.

Truthfully, after Hogwarts, there's going to be no safe haven left. I'm going to basically be thrown out into the streets, and expected to fend for myself, or die at the hands of the Death Eaters-or worse-Voldemort himself. I'm sure that I'll freeze on the spot and die. It's like with French in preliminary school. Oral exams went pretty much like this: If I got a twinge of anxiety, BAM. My mind changes to present tense, and easy vocab. The worst part is that I want to learn how to fight. I can't keep this fear inside me any longer. I just hope i don't die before I pluck up this courage.

That's the thing. At this point, Death Eaters could ransack the train at this very moment, take me hostage, torture me for a bit of fun, and get rid of me. It's that easy for them. It's like the Holocaust that happened thirty years ago to the Jewish. These people show no mercy. It's like they enjoy killing people. Bigots make me sick. It's hard believing in the greater good when stuff like this happens. What kind of God would allow this to happen?

I sniff, mustering all the strength I have not to start crying. I focus on the trees that rush past my window. A millisecond goes by and WHOOSH. Forty trees go by. I suddenly feel comfort in the hum of the train chugging down the tracks. I wiggle my bottom a little more comfortably into the old maroon cushions. I take my hair that was thrown over my shoulder and start to play with it as my eyes are set on the gleaming glass. The sun set seems a bit more gorgeous as my heart swells with nostalgia. This is one of my last train rides on the Hogwarts Express.

I stop looking out the window and stare at my best friends, both talking and laughing at the same time. With their wide smiles and jubilant fits of giggles, they surely aren't feeling what I'm feeling. Every other time I've been on this train on September 1st, I've acted just as they have right now. Now I feel as if I had just had something rotten to eat and that I can't even try to converse with my two best mates that I haven't seen for two months. Some friend I am.

I check my silver watch and rise, realizing that the Prefects meeting begins in about five minutes.

"Hey, I have to run to the Prefects meeting," I say, as their attention focuses onto me.

"Hurry back, Head Girl," smiled Marlene, her perfect teeth gleaming at me.

I rolled my eyes and crack a smile. Head Girl. Honestly, I was surprised when I got the bulky letter in the post. It's strange how a little change like being promoted to Head Girl can change your life. I haven't even begun and I already feel different. I can already feel the responsibility that's going to be dumped onto my shoulders once I step into that meeting. Of course I haven't even planned anything yet, or even set up the schedules for rounds like I was told by McGonagall. How infuriatingly typical of me.

I procrastinate like mad. I may be a proficient student, but when it comes to actually getting the assignments done It's like I can find anything else interesting. I can find a bloody wall so fascinating that I can spend several minutes just staring at it instead of getting my lazy arse up, and going to my desk to do my homework. I also love to convince myself that there's another, more entertaining thing to be done. An example of this is eating.

Oh, how I love food. It's like friends that you actually buy!

Studying is also not my forte. I don't understand why, but cramming two days before the exam is the Lily Evans way. I find it easier to retain the information, but the loss of sleep sometimes drives me mad. The strange thing is, I see people literally a week before an exam studying in the library! Don't these people have friends? How are they not distracted? How do they go on?! These are questions that, even in my seventh year at school, I cannot answer.

Jill tosses her dark hair over her shoulder to look at me. She pulls out a pack of photos, presumably from her tour across Europe. "Bugger! I was just about to show you guys my photos-"

"I know, and I'll try to run the meeting quickly, but I really should go. I don't want to be late." I interrupt her hurriedly. I already slacked off on the work I was supposed to do for the prefects. I don't want them to sit around in their chairs going like "Some Head Girl we have this year. The year hasn't even begun and she's already screwed up!" That's not going to happen.

They nod at me, and I slip out the door. I look down the narrow aisle to my left and see the trolley lady stopping by a compartment a few doors down. I turn right, anxious to get to the meeting. Can you imagine what they would think-

"UNF!" I say as I go head first into a taller boy's chest. I can feel my cheeks burning already. Brilliant. What a wonderful start to the year. Nice going, Lily! Bump into a perfectly innocent, and (probably) attractive bloke! High bloody five for your intelligence! I fear tilting my head up to apologize, just because I don't want to deal with the embarassment of apologizing for nearly knocking this poor bloke down. I knew I should have just cooped up in my room at home.

"I am so sorry-" I begin to say, before I notice the ruffled black hair. And the glasses. And the unnaturally perfect upper abdomen that I just had to slam into. Just my rotten luck!

James Potter. Wherever in the world can I find the words to even describe this...this...boy? Okay, let's start with the (is this even possible?) pros of him. Let's focus on these pros of his, so I don't yell in his face. This is the time for new beginnings, and new possible friendships (even though Potter and I being mates is pretty much out of the question at the moment) For starters, his leadership skills are top-notch. This bloke is easily one of the most wonderful leaders I've ever met. He's been the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team for four years, I believe. From what I've heard, his teammates really like him. He's very tough, but thorough. He's kind, but professional and will not hold back from telling you if you're doing something incorrectly. He's also extremely loyal to both his teammates, and his friends.

He also asked me out numerous times to make a fool out of me, pulls pranks on innocent people, struts around the school with the absurd notion that he's a god, and is practically more confusing than Ancient Runes.

He also happens to be Head Boy.

I don't want to talk about it.

"Evans," he says, a bit out of breath and startled. He attempts his best smirk, and adds, "It's nice to see you."

"Thanks," I reply coldly. He winces, his eyes losing their confidence. I kind of feel bad, now. I mean, he just told me that it was nice to see me, it wasn't like he was talking about anything else that wasn't purely conversational. I give him a small smile, just so we don't start out this year on a horrible foot. "Er, I was just heading over to the Prefects compartment-"

"That's why I was looking for you," says James, rubbing the back of his neck a bit nervously. "I thought you had forgotten, or something. So I just...yeah."

I really don't know what to think of this. James Potter acting nervous?

Just when I thought he was over the capacity with being strange.

"Oh, well...thank you?" I reply awkwardly.

He grins widely at me. "Walk with me there?"

I return his grin with a soft smile. "Sure."

We walk in an uncomfortable silence for a couple of minutes, before we both open our mouths to speak and then awkwardly close them when we notice the other person trying to speak. t's easier being cross with him that awkward. I feel like I want to crawl under a rock.

"Was your summer enjoyable?" he asks, finally.

I shrug. "I suppose. Yours?"

He shrugs like I did, mimics my "I suppose", and laughs. I roll my eyes.

James stares at me for a bit, his gaze so intense that I could feel them on me. He suddenly grins and says, "You look good, Evans. Summer does you well."

I blush uncontrollably and reply, "That's kind of you, Potter." He raises his eyebrows, as if expecting something more from me. I scan him up and down. Huh. Not bad. "Honestly though, you look very much the same to me."

He laughs warmly, gently nudging me with his shoulder. Whenever people nudge me they tend to forget that I'm rather small in height. He basically nudged my head. We have a comfortable silence before asking, "Tell me, did you have a bloke this summer?"

I raise my eyebrows. "No." He grins wider. "You know, I don't understand why I told you that."

"I'm irrisistable." He admits, improving his posture noticable as he shoves his hands in his pockets. "Even you can't help it!"

I scoff. "You're arrogant." He shrugs, as if he's proud of it. "Merlin, you really didn't change at all, did you?"

We stop outside of the door. He tries to hold his head high, his face turning solemn before taking a deep breath. "Look, Lily-"

I quickly interrupt him."Don't call me that. It's weird."

To prevent from entering into another really awkward conversation, I throw open the door and head inside. I look around to see a couple new faces in the compartment, now that last year's seventh years are gone. There's one girl with curly black hair sitting nervously, her foot tapping on the floor as everyone else talks to each other casually. Classic newbie. I walk to the center of the room, and the conversation fades away as James enters as well. He joins me at the center of the room. I wonder if he actually planned anything for this.

I clap my hands together and put on a smile. "Hello, everyone!"

They all murmur a hello my way. I meet eyes with Remus, and my smile stretches wider. Remus is one of Potter's friends that I can tolerate. More than tolerate, actually. He is one of my best friends. We often study together in the library, or take a walk to clear our heads or something. He's easy to talk to, even if he is best mates with Potter.

"I'm Lily Evans, and I'm going to be your Head Girl."

James steps in, waving at the small crowd. "And I'm James Potter. Yes, I am actually Head Boy. I know what you must be thinking: Dumbledore is off his bloody rocker. And I agree with you! How I actually got this job, I don't know. I just want to assure you that I'll do my very best at it, though. Ladies,"He winks at a Ravenclaw prefect, who turns beet red and giggles to a Hufflepuff next to her.

"What he's trying to say," I say through gritted teeth, glaring at him. Who does he think he is? I didn't tell them my life story! They don't give a bleeding hoot! And do you see me bloody winking at people? This isn't about him, it's about being at the highest position our school can offer, and we have to remind the prefects of what their job is. It's really a simple concept that Potter seriously does not understand. "Is that we are going to try to make your positions as simple for you as possible this year as Prefects. We want to remind you that your job right now is something that some students here would die for,"

James snorted, his arms casually crossed as he lounged against the wall behind me. "Dying for a Prefects job? Please."

"I am being sincere, thank you," I say with my most controlled voice. I open my mouth to continue, but can't help sneaking in, "Potter, I'd appreciate it if I don't receive comments from the peanut gallery right now. Anyway, so our job is to-"

"There are two parts to the Head's job. Yours, and mine." He cuts across me curtly. "Evans, I get a say, too. I'm trying to make this easier for them so they don't wet their trousers with anxiety."

"You're just adding ignorant comments about anything I say!" I snap, whipping towards him, my temper snapping. Great. "And this is a really important job for this school! They need to understand their responsibility!"

"I think McGonagall explained that pretty clearly in our letters! I thought we were supposed to make this easier for them." he replies, clearly vexed as he steps toward me.

My blood is boiling right now. They need to know their responsibilities, and their importance to our school! Is it a bloody problem that I'm restating what McGonagall said in simpler terms? Is it a crime that I want my Prefects to understand what their job is all about?

"This job IS NO JOKE, POTTER!" I cry, inches from his face. "IF YOU'RE GOING TO ACT LIKE IT IS, LEAVE!"

"I'm not going anywhere." He says irritably. "I'd appreciate it if you refrained from shouting at me, by the way. It doesn't suit you." That's just rude."And I never said that it wasn't an imperative job in our school. I'm just saying that I'm sure they're all well aware that it's an honor to be a prefect and all that shite. They need to understand what to do in order to fulfill their duties."

I am going to scream. I could rip him in half right now. My fingernails dig into my palms, and it surprises me that it doesn't draw blood. At first, I thought, just maybe, that Potter and I would be alright this year. We could work together peacefully, and productively. Dear Merlin, was I bloody wrong. I'm certain that it's always going to be like this between us. Barely able to talk like two normal people.

"This meeting is about introducing them to what being a Prefect means!"

"THEY AREN'T IDIOTS, EVANS! THEY GOT THE BADGE FOR A REASON, YOU KNOW!"

"THAT'S NOT THE POINT!"

He throws his hands up into the air in frustration. "YOU'RE IMPOSSIBLE!"

I almost laugh. "I'M IMPOSSIBLE? What about you?! You think you're so great, don't you? Just because you managed to snag that badge, you ride on your high horse like you memorized the Encyclopedia! Typical Potter. Unreasonable, concieted, lazy-"

Potter's rage is apparent now, his face growing an angry red. "YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW ME!"

"I GUESS YOU'RE RIGHT, THEN! IF YOU'RE NOT ANY OF THOSE THINGS THEN I DON'T KNOW WHO THE BLOODY HELL YOU ARE!"

"And that's your fault, isn't it? You won't even TRY!" he shoots back in a heartbeat.

For some reason, that's what brings me back to Earth. As my eyes burn into Potters, I realize that there are about ten boys and girls sitting around us. I break my gaze with Potter to see that they're all staring at us, most of their mouths open. Their eyes are as round as golfballs. The one exception is Remus, who's massaging his forehead.

Well, so much for a good impression.

James takes my hand (THE NERVE THIS BOY HAS!) and quickly says, "Excuse us for a moment," Before dragging me out the door.

"What?" I ask him coldly. "Come out here to embarrass me even more? You make me sick-"

"Evans," He says, his voice tight. He pauses, and looks around. He rubs the back of his neck again. "We can't do this anymore."

I chortle in his face. "Potter, there is no 'we'.There never was a 'we'. 'We' aren't anything!"

"Come on, you know what I'm talking about." He says crossly, putting his hand through his hair. "We are going to be the worst Heads this school has ever seen if we keep arguing."

"We would never have argued in the first place if you didn't make me sound like a fool." I reply, my jaw tightening. "You have no idea how hard I've pushed myself to get to this position, and you just WALTZ in, like you do with everything else! You didn't even try!"

"You honestly think I asked for this?" says James, pointing at himself. "You really think that I'd want the stupid Head Boy position? You're the daftest witch I've ever met!"

"How sweet." I snarl. "Why don't you just hand your badge in then? It'd sure as hell save me a lot of wasted time trying to work with you!"

"You do know that I have parents that expect shite from me." he snaps angrily. "Do you have any idea how excited my Mum was when I told her I got Head Boy? No one expects this from a bloke like me. How could you expect me to just 'hand in my badge' just because I don't want the job? Do you think I live to please you?"

I don't reply, too confused to speak.

"You know, I should have expected this." he said, shaking his head. "I should have known that you would never even try to be friends with me. That you can't take a bloody joke. I wasn't trying to ruin the meeting, Evans. I was trying to help. But then you went all-all-YOU on me."

I stare at him like a gaping fish. What was I supposed to say?

"Look, you can do the introduction however you want. I'll do my job this year as quickly and silently as possible." he said, his voice defeated and tired.

And he left.

After our massive row in front of the poor prefects, I finished up the welcome speech alone. It felt strange, speaking to these ten people who had just witnessed another Potter and Evans brawl. I wonder if Hogwarts is used to it by now. I wonder if they just sigh and say, "Here they go again." Potter and I weren't always this way, or so I like to convince myself. In our first two years at Hogwarts, he was alright. A boy who seemed to go looking for trouble, but still a good kid. He was always kind to me, even with my buck teeth and my impossible hair. But in third year...something changed between us. I don't know if it was him, or me, but that was when he started to attempt to make a fool out of me. He played silly pranks on me, like warping my potion to blow up in my face after a bathroom break, or pinning me in the corridors, asking to snog me. Fifth year was the worst. Day in and day out, it was always, "Evans, go out with me?" "Give a bloke a chance, will you?" "I'll give you the best night of your life!" or, my least favorite, "Just shag me already, Evans, we all know you're dying to!" Sixth year was when he finally cooled down, thank the bloody maker. He would only ask me out every once in a while. But, sixth year was also when we got in the rows that I never imagined. Small things would always irk me about him, and a little thing that I did would send him on a rage. We fought like an (dare I say it?) old married couple. Some professors switched our classes so we wouldn't be together; they couldn't even handle it.

I really don't want this year to be the same, but It doesn't look like we have much of a choice.

I'm going to try not to think about Potter, at the moment. I'm sure that if I do, I will probably end up throwing something.

Anyhow, the prefects seemed less than enthusiastic about my little speech, but a couple were pretty nervous about it. I tried my hardest to assure them that rounds weren't difficult and only took up about four hours of their lives per week, despite their groans. The girls, especially, were frowning at me. I suspect they were cross that James had left, but I didn't mind. Girls are the one thing in this school that I've learned how to take care of. They're conniving, cruel, rude, and are willing to do anything to snatch a bloke. Which is why I don't like to surround myself with many girls. I kill them with kindness, respectively. If they have a problem with me, fine. I really don't give a rat's arse. I made friends with people who I knew were true, and were willing to not be petty and ignorant.

In second year, I met Jill, and my friendship triangle was complete. Marlene and I were together in first year. We met when I walked into the dormitory, looking petrified that I wasn't going to fit in. She insisted that I bunk beside her, and from that point on, we were friends. Jill was in a different first year dormitory in first year, so in second year, when she was placed with us, I wanted to be friends with her. She was absolutely gorgeous, even at twelve years old. I'm not saying Marlene isn't a catch, but Jill is over the top beautiful. Admittedly, I am a bit envious of her. She had already had her first boyfriend (Sirius Black-those were dark times), when I hadn't had as much as a peck from a bloke in my life. It helps that she is extremely nice, and very easy going. Marlene is pretty much the opposite. She is blunt as could be, and takes risks that I would never dream of. She is also the kind of person who is hilarious without trying. She doesn't even crack jokes, and she can extract a laugh from my mouth.

When I got back to my own compartment, they already knew something went terribly wrong.

"What did he do?" asked Marlene immediately as I close the compartment door, a frown on her face. "I swear, if he so much as screamed at you, Quidditch this year is going to be one tough son of a bitch for him."

"I hate to say this, but he's the captain, Marlene." I said, sitting down next to Jill. "You're just the co-captain."

Jill laughed. "Just because Potter's captain doesn't mean he's any different from any other boy. Marlene can surely whip him into shape."

"I'll do more than whip him into shape." muttered Marlene, crossing her arms. "Anyway, Lils, spill."

I told them everything. How we were alright at first, and how everything got shot to hell the minute he said my name outside of the compartment. How he didn't want to give up the badge because of his family, and how he just left me there.

The trolley lady appeared outside our compartment window, and Marlene shot up.

As she grabbed a galleon or two and headed out for a moment, Jill frowned. "No offense, that row was absolutely pathetic. Not surprised, though. Your arguments tend to be about the barmiest things, and then both of you get cross at each other for no reason. Then, when you apologize and the world is at peace, three minutes later "

"What? No, they're not!"

She laughed out loud. "Come on, Lil! You fought about what to say to the bloody prefects! No offense, I don't think they really care about what you say to them in there. They just want their rounds schedule, and they want to pretty much leave after a short pep talk. I mean, that's what I'd want if I was a prefect." She scoffed at the thought.

"So you're agreeing with Potter?" I said forwardly, my eyebrows coming together.

She shrugged. "I'm not taking sides. I'm just telling you what's what. You and Potter just don't work well together. It's like you are at each other's throats whenever you can be."

And that's what brings us to now. How could Jill think that? Of course I don't want to despise Potter. That's a horrible thing to say! It's just like...like he wants me to hate him! With all of his antics and pranks and foul sense of humor all mixed together, I can't help but get a bit heated. And we had to work well together, or else we would be the worst Heads in the history of Hogwarts.

Ugh. I need a shot firewhiskey. Stat.

"But I don't want to hate him!" I protest.

Marlene enters again, a chocolate frog in her mouth. She takes a bite and raises an eyebrow at me. "That's news."

"You think I actually want to hate him?" I cry. Unbelievable. My own bloody mates don't believe that. They exchange confused looks.

"That's the impression that we've been getting for six years." says Marlene slowly, tying her shoulder length, honey colored locks up into a messy bun.

I wave my hands. "Can we just stop talking about this?"

We're minutes away from Hogwarts about two hours afterward. It's amazing what can happen in two hours. Marlene nearly loses it when her chocolate frog is bouncing about the compartment, practically impossible to get a hold of. A string of swears erupted from her mouth on several occasions in her quest for the frog, as Jill and I rolled around the floor laughing. Afterward, when Marlene gave up and let the frog fly out the window, Jill showed me her photos of her road trip around Europe with some of her muggle friends. Then, Ethan came to catch up with me (which was very nice, might I add), and made me bubbly and giggly and not worried at all about everything that happened with Potter. We then went to change into our robes, and bumped into (just my luck) Sirius and James.

"Evans." nodded Sirius, a polite smile on his face as he greeted my two friends beside me.

James says hello to Marlene and Jill, but he looks over me as if I'm invisible to him.

I tried to look at him in the eyes, but he refused to make eye contact with me. Brilliant. I open my mouth to say something to him, but Sirius interrupted me.

"Don't try it." he warned. "Prongs is in a funk. Not sure why,"He gave me a stare that said, 'I know exactly why.' before continuing, "but I'd suggest that you'd just let us pass so he doesn't rip your head off."

"I think Lily has something she'd like to say to James, though." said Jill, pushing me forward. Damn her and her conscience.

"Er-" I said. James finally looked down at me, his expression unreadable. "The row we had was uncalled for, and I'd like to make sure that it doesn't...er...happen again. For the benefit of our jobs."

That was the lamest attempt at an apology I've ever done in my life. Bravo, Lily.

He huffed, adjusted his glasses, and said, "If she doesn't want to say sorry like a normal person, I'd like to be going."

Sirius tisked. "Evans, this is what I'm talking about."

"Shut up, Sirius." snapped Marlene. Sirius stepped back a bit.

You know, I don't have to do this. I don't know why I even stopped to talk to these two idiots in the first place. I don't know why I'm actually considering apologizing, when it was clearly not my fault. But, I felt that if I passed them and didn't say anything, that I would regret it. It took all the effort in the world to whisper, "Potter, I'm sorry."

"What? Did you hear something, Padfoot?" He asked his best friend, a look of triumph on his face.

"No, I don't think I did, Prongs." grinned Sirius, playing along.

"I'm sorry." I said a little louder.

"Oh! There's the little murmur again!" said Potter, ruffling his hair. "I really wish I could hear what it was saying."

"I'm there with you, mate." said Sirius, leaning against the corridor wall, acting innocent.

"I'M SORRY, ALRIGHT?" I cried, anger boiling up again.

"Thank Merlin! You finally said something." said James with a laugh. I hate how he's enjoying this. Sirius roared with laughter. Jill shook her head, frowning.

Fucking pricks.

"You're a little shite, you know that?" growled Marlene as she passed them, following Jill and I as we stormed down the hall.

" McKinnon, that hurts me." teased Potter easily, slapping his hand over his heart like he'd been shot.

As I walked away, I realized that I'm a bit jealous of their relationship. Since they've been playing Quidditch together for so long, they're practically brother and sister. Marlene always got along easier with the blokes. Her and Potter were like two peas in a pod, when it came to Quidditch. It was like they could read each others minds as they went about each play on the pitch. She never really minded his antics, always making the excuse that he was just a boy. That 'that's just how they are'.

Marlene laughed and pushed him on the shoulder. "See you at practice, Potter."

"See you," he replied casually as both groups walked seperate ways.

I walk out of the changing room, still confused by everything that just occurred. I chew my lip nervously, waiting for Jill and Marlene to come out from the gold curtains. Sometimes I want to curse my ever racing mind. I just never stop. From the moment I wake up to the moment I hit the sack, I'm always thinking. About everything. I overanalyze, and I stress over little things. I play with the simple silver bracelet that I have around my left wrist with anxiety.

I look around. Everyone else seems to be changed. Why must we always be late?!

The train stops with a gradual halt, and I can feel my worries and thoughts drift further and further away. I smiled widely.

"Marlene! Jill! We're here! Hurry up!" I trill excitedly, restraining myself from clapping my hands together like a lunatic. Everyone around us begins to stand up and file out of the train. The corridor becomes increasingly crowded. I press to the other side of the hall so I don't get trampled.

"You do know that you're the loudest person on the train, right?" grins Jill as she emerges from behind the dressing room drape, pushing her way through towards me.

I smiled at her, as she lounged against the wall beside me. "Marleeennee!" I sing jovially.

"I'm knackered, okay?" whines Marly, clacking noises emerging from her stall indicating she's having trouble putting her shoes on. "I got literally no sleep last night! Jam your hype*, Lil!"

One of the seventh year boys "accidentally" pull back the dressing drape to reveal a disheveled Marlene, buttoning up her shirt. His friends 'ooh' and laugh. Jill frowns, a disappointed look on her face. Marlene whips around angrily as the blokes started to move along.

"You must think you're all so fucking hilarious, don't you?" rages Marlene, as she stumbles out of the compartment and loosely ties her tie around her neck. The boy who pulled back the curtain looks over his shoulder and winks at her.

"As if, Collins! It's not happening!" she says indignantly, a deep red trickling onto the apples of her cheeks. Chris Collins has had a bit of a crush on Marlene for a while. He's a Gryffindor, and is known to be particularly popular with the birds at my school. Marlene insists that it's one sided, and that he's dreaming if he ever thinks that he could have her, but Jill and I know better. I'm actually fairly surprised that Chris acted the way he just did. He's usually a gentlemen. Jill and I exchange looks, throw our heads back,and laugh.

We had arrived at Hogwarts.

It's good to be home.

A/N: Did you like it? Hate it? Love it? I thought that a first person story would be pretty interesting to write, and it is out of my comfort zone so I thought: why not? Anyway, let me know your thoughts.

Take Care,

Summer

*Calm yourself