The Awakening

Hi! So this is my first ever fanfic. I've been reading fanfiction for a while now, mainly Lily/James. I am creepily obsessed with it. Can you blame me, though? So, anyway, hope you like it!

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns the rights and money. I wish I was her...

Chapter 1: Pillows and Dreams

"James! Jaaaaames!"

"Go away."

"Don't tell your mother to go away."

"Mum?" I shot up.

Sirius rolled around on the ground, laughing. "You actually fell for that?" I glared at him. "I'm going to bloody kill you, Black." I threatened him, holding up my pillow above his head.

Sirius pretended to faint. "Oh, Lord of Pillows, please spare my life," he begged me.

I grinned evilly. "Too late, Sirius. No one wakes me up at" I glanced at my clock "seven-thirty in the morning and lives to tell the tale." I repeatedly bashed his head with my pillow as he howled and laughed at the same time.

"Boys, what's going on up there?" I heard Mum call. "Nothing, Mia," Sirius called back.

I scrambled out of bed, seeing that there was no point in trying to go back to sleep. I brushed, dressed, and went downstairs. My dad was already seated at the table, reading the Daily Prophet.

"Another attack in Liverpool," he reported grimly, "A family of five were killed in their sleep. I have to go there to help clean up."

My father was an Auror. He was often called away from home, and wouldn't be back for days at a time. I sat down next to Sirius, who had already inhaled several pancakes at an alarming rate.

Suddenly, there was a tap tap at the window. We all looked up, expecting the worst. Thankfully, it was only a Hogwarts owl, carrying two thick envelopes. One was addressed to me, the other to Sirius.

I handed Sirius his, and on the count of three, we opened our envelopes and dumped the contents on the table.

Three pieces of parchment, along with a gleaming badge, fell out of mine. I unfolded the first letter. It was the usual letter we got every year from Professor McGonagall. The second was a list of needed materials for seventh year classes.

But it was the third one that caught my eye. I opened it. It said:

Dear Mr. Potter,

I am pleased to tell you that you have received the position of Head Boy at Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft. You will meet the Head Girl on the Hogwarts Express on September 1st, promptly after the train departs from Platform 9¾.

Best wishes,

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

P.S. I am sure that you will be pleased by my choice for Head Girl.

Holy cow, I thought. Me? Then I grinned as I read the P.S. Evans.

At approximately the same time, Lily was opening her letter.

I shrieked. My mother barrelled into the kitchen, eyes wild. When she saw that I was alright, she said, with a hand over her heart, "Goodness, Lily, you scared the life out of me. For a moment I thought-"

"I'm Head Girl!" I shrieked again. "W-What?" my Mum stammered. "I can't believe it! I did it! I've worked so hard for this." I turned toward Mum, eyes shining.

At that moment, my older sister stalked in. "What's this all about?" Petunia asked snarkily. I turned towards my sister, too absorbed in my excitement to notice her tone. "I'm Head Girl, Tuney!''

"Oh, great, now you're like, the head of freaks." she said sarcastically, "Congrats. I'm off to Vernon's, I have better things to do." She flipped her hair over her shoulder, grabbed the car keys, and marched away. I was stung, but that didn't stop me from retorting. "Don't you mean Vermin?" I called after her. She slammed the door behind her.

My mother sighed. "Sometimes, I wish that my daughters would learn to get along," she said wearily.

"Come on, Mum, the day Petunia and I get along is the day Vernon's sister gets rid of those horrid dogs. Which means, never." I scoffed.

"Try to be nice on each other's wedding day," my mother insisted.

"Try telling Petunia that," I muttered.

And just like that, my morning was ruined.

"Damn it," I cursed, "Petunia knows how to spoil your day."

A few days later, I went to Diagon Alley. I had to meet a few friends, and shop with them for new supplies. We had agreed to meet in the Leaky Cauldron.

I had just entered when I was buffeted by a tornado. Also known as my best friend, Hestia Jones.

"OMG, Lily, I haven't seen you in forever!" she screeched in my ear.

"Woah, Hest, I think you're the first person to make a person deaf by shouting in their ear," I quipped, rubbing my ear gingerly.

"Whoops, sorry Lils." She released me extremely quickly. "Good to see you too, Hestia," I joked.

Hestia had made quite the spectacle when she greeted me. Everyone was now staring at us.

"What're you looking at?" I snapped at the onlookers. Everybody looked away quickly.

"Why's it so quiet in here?" someone asked from behind us.

"Alice!" Hestia flung herself at the brunette.

"Hestia, air is becoming an issue here," she choked out twenty seconds later.

We proceeded to find a table and sat down.

I could hold it back no longer.

"Guess what?" I brandished my badge. "I'm Head Girl!"

Hestia's and Alice's reactions were much better than Petunia's.

"I knew it!" exclaimed Hestia, snatching the badge from my hand.

"Careful! I don't want to damage that before school starts!" I warned them as they examined it.

Alice tossed it carelessly back to me. It soared over my head. I dove for it, just barely managing to catch it.

"Alice!" I exclaimed.

"Sorry." At least she looked sheepish.

"So, I wonder who's going to be Head Boy," said Hestia, getting us back on track.

"Amos Diggory," Alice and I sighed dreamily.

"Oh yes. He is such a dreamboat." Hestia sighed.

Amos Diggory was a Hufflepuff in our year. He was the handsomest thing on the earth. He had wavy brown hair, and amazing cerulean eyes. He was Captain of the Hufflepuff Quidditch Team.

He currently had a girlfriend, but that didn't stop us from liking him.

"Yes, Amos Diggory HAS to be Head Boy. There's no one else that's at the same level as him." I told them.

Boy, was I wrong.

So, how's that for a first chapter? I know it's a bit patchy, but I'll work on that.

I also know that Lily's POV is longer than James's, but personally, I think I can see a bit of myself in her. That's why hers is longer.

The first chapter is also a bit short, but it's a start.

Reviews are welcome!

-AJ