Head Boy.

James Potter was Head Boy. He couldn't believe it. But there it was. When he had opened his Hogwarts letter, the badge had fallen out. Surely, there had to be a mistake. Maybe he had received the wrong letter. Maybe Remus had gotten his and James Remus's but the instant that thought went through his head, he knew it wasn't true. Dumbledore didn't make mistakes like that. And the name on the envelope clearly said: James Potter.

,,Hey, Prongs. Your mum says dinner's ready." Sirius had appeared on the doorway of James's room.

,,I'm Head Boy", James uttered in bewilderment

,,Yeah, right! No offence, James, but your jokes are getting lame. I don't know, are you growing too old or something?"

,,Padfoot, I'm serious."

,,No. I'm Sirius. You are James."

,,Oh, and my jokes are lame? But, really. I'm not kidding! Look" James held up the red badge with the words 'Head Boy' written on it in gold.

,,Dear God in Heaven!", Sirius shrieked. He approached James to have a closer look at the badge. He shook his had with a sad expression on his face. "Dumbledore has officially gone mad. I sort of suspected it after his speech last year, but now it's confirmed."

,,I know! What's the matter with him? I can dock point and give people detention. Does he really think I'm not going to take advantage of that? I'm not to be trusted with that much power!"

,, Boys, what's going on? Come down!" Mrs. Potter's voice rang through the air. The two friends had completely forgotten that they were expected. Together they walked down the stairs and entered the large dining-room. They sat down at the large oak table. Mr. and Mrs. Potter were already waiting.

,,What took you so long?", Mr. Potter asked. Fleamont Potter was a man around forty years old. He had the same black hair as James and you clearly saw that he was James's father.

,,You probably won't believe this but euhm…I have been made Head Boy.", James answered.

,,Are you serious, James? That's wonderful! Oh, darling, I'm so proud of you." And Mrs. Potter really did look proud. Her brown eyes sparkled with excitement; ,,I'll see if there's still cake left from yesterday." And with that she left for the kitchen.

,,And what do you think, Mr. Potter? Are you proud of Little Jamie?", Sirius asked while squeezing James's cheeks. James slapped his hand away before looking at his father, waiting for his answer.

,,Yes! I think you're going to make a terrific Head Boy."

,,Seriously, Dad?"

,,No. Dumbledore's too old to make decisions like that. I think he's going insane."

Head Girl

Lily Evans was made Head Girl. No one was surprised, really. She had been a prefect and had been perfect for it. Still, when she saw the red badge who matched her red hair, she couldn't help but smile. One look at the clock told her she should get going, though. She was supposed to meet her friend Mary. She had known Mary since she was like… three or something. Mary was the only one of her muggle friends who knew she was a witch. She was her best, best friend and Lily hadn't been able to keep it hidden from her. All the other people she had known before Hogwarts thought she just went to boarding school somewhere. But Mary, Lily just couldn't lie to her. Lily had been afraid that maybe Mary would think she was a freak too, like her sister did, but she took the news surprisingly well. She wanted to know every detail about Hogwarts and Lily told her everything. They missed each other terribly during school, but this way they had more to talk about when Lily came back for the holidays.

Quickly Lily looked at herself in the mirror and left the house. They were meeting in the cute coffee-shop in the village they lived. Lily took her old bike in the garage (she always went by bike when she was at home) and after five minutes, she arrived. She left her bike in front of the coffee-shop and entered the place. There were some people, but not more than seven in total. That was one of the many reasons Lily and Mary loved the place so much. It was never really crowded. The other reasons were that it always smelled like mint and that it was simply cute. Mary wasn't there yet so Lily sat down at a table in a corner. Mary was always late. Lily was used to it by now. She ordered an Ice Tea. She loved Butterbeer and pumpkin juice, of course, but sometimes when she was at Hogwarts she just really wanted some ice tea. Lily didn't wait too long. After five minutes Mary entered. Her blue eyes scanned the room looking for Lily. When she saw her, she started smiling and came closer. Her blond curls moved beautifully every time she took a step. Lily liked her own red hair. Well, she did now. For a long time she had hated it. She was different. Her hair made her stand out from the rest. People always noticed her first. But over the years she had grown used to it and eventually, she had started to even like it. Sometimes she just wished her hair curled. And it wasn't a bad thing to be different, after all. She was a witch. That made her different from a lot of people.

,,Hi, Honey! How are you?", Mary asked after ordering a Coke

,,Great! You look so happy, what happened?" It was true. Mary just couldn't stop smiling and her eyes shone even more than usual.

,,Luke finally asked me out! I ran into him on the way here. That's why I'm late. We're going to see a movie Friday night!" Mary was beautiful and boys saw that too. She got asked out a lot but she didn't often say yes. Luke, however, was different. There it was the other way around. Mary liked Luke very much and they had known each other for a very long time, but he never even gave the slightest hint that he liked her. At all. Mary had been waiting for this moment for months now.

,,Oh, Mary, I'm so happy for you!" ,,Yeah, me too. And you? No one you like?"

,,Oh, I don't know." There was someone Lily liked, but with Hogwarts she thought it wasn't worth all that if it was just for the summer.

,,C'mon! Who is it? Ooh, I know! Is it that one guy we always see at parties and stuff? The curly-haired one?" Mary had always been good at reading Lily's mind. Normally people found it really hard to find out what she was thinking, but Mary had known her for such a long time that they knew each other in and out.

,,Yes. But before you say anything, I'm going to Hogwarts in two weeks and I'm not starting something now."

,,It doesn't have to be serious. You can just have fun, you know. Without any strings attached."

,,I know, but I don't want to." Mary looked at her and made it clear that she thought that was a stupid reason but let it go and starting talking about Luke again.

The day before school started again, Lily's mother had invited Petunia and her fiancé Vernon for dinner. Lily had wanted to ask Mary but her mother had thought it would be nice to be with only family for once. Lily waited anxiously for the evening. Petunia and Lily hadn't been on good terms for a while now and Lily wasn't in the mood for any drama today. At six o'clock the bell rang. Petunia and Vernon had arrived. Lily arranged her makeup and her hair a little before. descending the stairs to greet them both. She had done her best to look perfect. She wore a dress which she knew Petunia would approve of. She looked as normal as could be.

,,Hi, petunia!" Lily kissed her sister on both cheeks, pretending to be happy to see her. ,,Good evening, Vernon. How are you." She didn't touch him. Petunia had told him that Lily was a witch about a month ago and Petunia had warned her that he wanted to stay away from her ant that she should too

,,Lily", he answered with a nod in her direction. First they all sat down in the living-room. Lily's mother brought some tea and biscuits. At first everything went well. Maybe a stranger wouldn't believe they were a family, they were all rather cold an distant from one another, but at least they were polite and no one said things he or she would regret afterwards. Only Mrs. Evans was truly happy and interested in what the others had to say. Mr. Potter found the whole situation terribly awkward. Which it was. He didn't say much but you could see by the way his eyes flashed from Petunia to Lily waiting for someone to explode and shatter the whole thing like porcelain. After some time, dinner was ready and everyone moved to the dining-room. Her mother had made Lily's favourite dish: spaghetti Bolognaise. It was simple but Lily loved it.

,,Mum, it's delicious! This is one of the things I miss most when I am at school. The food at Hogwarts is great but not as good as your spaghetti." The moment the words had escaped her mouth, Lily realized she'd made a huge mistake. The subject of Hogwarts, or anything related, had been carefully avoided during their former conversation.

,,Well, that's because it isn't real food ,is it? It's magic. It's probably really unhealthy and full of rubbish, too.", Petunia muttered. Lily's mother tried to fix it by ignoring Petunia's comment and thanking Lily, but the damage was done.

,,That's not true, Petunia and you know it. The food at Hogwarts is as healthy as anywhere else. If it isn't even better.", Lily responded calmly. Vernon looked terrified. He'd never heard Lily talk about Hogwarts before and he didn't like it. That didn't escape Lily's notice. She'd seen it in the beginning of the evening but didn't want to say anything about it.

,,And what the hell did you even tell Vernon I do at Hogwarts, anyway? We don't walk around with a black hat, all the time. We don't learn how to make poisonous apples, you know, Vernon. You don't have to be so scared."

,,Don't listen to her, Vernon. She's a witch. She'll put a spell on you if you aren't careful." Vernon looked as if he just wanted to disappear.

Lily threw her fork and knife on her plate and said: ,,I'm sick of this! I don't want to have this argument again, alright? I know you think I'm a freak, Petunia. But, honestly, I don't even care anymore. I'm tired of all this so I'll just leave you alone so that maybe you can have a normal evening. Like a real family.", and with those words she left. She opened the door and felt the air on her face. It was still quite warm but it had cooled down enough to be enjoyable. Lily didn't like it when the weather was too hot. She had always preferred autumn and winter over the other seasons. Autumn because she loved the colours who matched her hair and winter because it felt like living in a fairy-tale. Especially at Hogwarts. And of all holidays Christmas was her favourite. She hesitated on the threshold for a while. Maybe she should go back in and apologise. It was probably the last time she would see her sister before going back to Hogwarts. But she pushed that thought away as soon as it came. Lily was proud. Sometimes a little too much. She knew it, too. She decided to go to Mary. Mary would surely know how to console her.