A/N: I do not own Harry Potter. J. K Rowling does. This is just something that I have always wanted to do and I hope you guys enjoy it too. I will hopefully update weekly, but it may be more or less depending on how my life goes. Thanks a bunch for reading!

Chapter One: Some Interesting News.

The moment Lily Evans received her last letter to Hogwarts, she tore it open with a shriek of glee. She did not even read the contents; all she had to do was pull the golden glinting badge out from between two scrolls of parchment.

"Dad! Dad!" She screamed in delight, jumping around in her pajama pants and white tank top.

"My, my Lils, are we being attacked?" Mr. Evans asked her, his eyes glinting with humor.

"Shut it, Dad. You know, now I don't think you are quite ready to hear my fantastic news," she told him, casually walking away from the kitchen window with her owl on her arm.

"Lily, I am sorry if I offended you. I really am interested in hearing your earsplitting news," he was leaning against the counter by the fridge. He was wearing a blue button down with black dress pants and a striped tie. His hair was slightly askew and the sides showed some graying.

She sighed, "The things I do for you. Well, as you know, for the past two years I have been a prefect at Hogwarts."

Mr. Evans smiled and nodded vigorously, mocking her excitement.

"Anyways, I told you that my head was on the chopping block to be Head Girl this year, correct?"

"Ah, yes. Leader of the wolf pack and Queen of the wizarding world," he chuckled good-naturedly.

"Quite right, I have received my final letter to Hogwarts." She held up the badge, a wide grin spreading like wildfire across her freckled face.

"Congratulations, Lils!" her father bellowed, picking her up and twirling her around like it was nothing. Her owl flew off of her and landed back on the window sill, hooting like she had been attacked.

"Thank you, Dad," Lily said to him, patting his shoulder affectionately. She proceeded to kiss him on top of his head and say, "I have some letters to write."

James woke with a groan, it was too early. Trying to locate what it was that woke him, he saw an owl pecking at his window. James lurched out of bed. His legs slamming to the floor and he stumble over to the window. Opening it, the owl hopped inside with a dull hoot. It held out its leg. A formal looking piece of parchment was tied on and James struggled to get it off. He tossed the tawny owl a few treats and peeled it open.

He did not expect what was coming. James was excited to receive his booklist so he could head out to Diagon Alley with Sirius later that week. However, there was something else… Could it be? No. It couldn't, James thought to himself weakly. He sat on his bed and stared at the gold badge glinting up at him.

"James?" he heard his mother call but did not answer. "James, dear, I know you're awake. I heard you nearly break everything in your bedroom when you got up."

He still said nothing, he simply ran a hand through his hair.

He heard her march up the stairs and walk across the hallway to his room. The door opened and James looked up. His grey-haired mother was looking at him, her arms folded across her chest.

"James, I swear. What is going on?" she demanded, giving him an appraising look.

James still said nothing. He merely held up his Hogwarts letter. She took it and read the contents, her eyes finally falling on the badge. For a moment, she was as stupefied as he was.

Then, "OH my good lord, James, I am so proud of you! Head Boy! I knew that if you kept your marks up that you deserved some form of recognition!" she praised, practically bouncing with joy. James looked up; his mother had tears in her eyes.

"I don't really understand this," he muttered. "It should have been Remus."

"James," his mother said quietly, her smile faded slightly. She sat down on the bed next to him.

He sighed, "It's not like I'm not honored or grateful, but I just thought that Remus deserved it, you know, with him being a prefect and all…"

"Oh, James, Remus will understand. I think Dumbledore knew that you needed something to keep you occupied this year what with your father…" she began but stopped.

James saw his reflection in her watered eyes.

"He would have been proud of you, James," his mother told him. He really looked at her this time. Her eyes had been gradually becoming more wrinkled over the years and her hair grayer; it was white by her roots. They had always been older than his friend's parents, but James had thought nothing of it until this summer. His father had a heart attack and ever since, James had worried constantly over the state of his mother.

"I guess I should send Remus a letter," he said, hugging his mother and kissing the top of her head. She walked out of his room and closed the door behind her.

James walked over to his untidy desk, pushed some of the papers away, and grabbed a roll of parchment and a quill. He dipped it into the ink and thought for a moment. He then began writing.

Dear Moony,

I don't know how to begin, really. You are one of my best mates and I feel like a complete prick. Something happened… I am sure that you by now have received your Hogwarts letter and have realized that it was a little empty… Despite all my efforts to prove to Dumbledore that I am a no good troublemaker, he seems to believe that I should be given Head Boy. I do not know which marbles good, old Dumbledore lost when he made the decision, but it has been made. I think it should have been you and I feel rotten about the whole thing. Please do not ostracize me from your wonderful company. I would be quite nearly lost without the Marauders and I will surely need your help in the upcoming school year. If you would like, I do believe Sirius and I are planning to go to Diagon Alley on Thursday at noon. Please let us know if you can come. OH and invite Wormtail too, if you get the chance.

Mischief Managed,

Prongs

James looked over the letter. He had tried to keep it light-hearted and hoped that Moony would understand it. Secretly, he knew that Remus would, it was just the weight in his heart telling him that it was not had been eating at him since he saw that damned badge.

James leaned back in his chair and picked up a mirror lying on the table.

"Sirius…" He waited. "Sirius! God damn it, Padfoot, I need to talk to you!"

Lily ran up the stairs and into her bedroom. She grabbed a roll of parchment and her quill and began scrawling a note, her red hair falling over shoulders.

Dear Remus,

I GOT IT! I actually got Head Girl. I am so excited and I hope to hear good news back from you as well! If it's not you, I think I may go mad the rest of the year. I just have to know right away so answer quickly, please! I am so excited and I cannot wait for the start of the term!

Hope to hear your reply soon,

Lily Evans

Lily, tied the message on her owl, Morgana, and watched her fly out of her open window.

She returned to her desk and grabbed another role of parchment. She addressed it to her friend Marlene McKinnon and told her the news.

My most honored subject Marlene,

It is official. As you accurately predicted, I am your supreme overlord. Head Girl status has been given to me and I will decide whether to use it for good or evil. I just sent Remus an owl asking if he received Head Boy, but I am pretty sure I already know the answer! It is going to be a great year, my dear Marly, I am so excited to be finishing Hogwarts. With you as my best friend, we can take the school by storm and stop those stinking Marauder's once and for all. Well, I guess we both should go to Diagon Alley soon. How about Thursday at noon? Is that too soon? I just want to get all my books now so I can look over them before term begins. Please let me know soon!

With love,

Lily

She put her pen down and leaned back in her desk chair. Her eyes closing and she smiled. This will be the best term yet, Lily thought to herself. She had no clue that Remus would be receiving her letter shortly after James's or that his reply would shatter her whole perfect little world. She also did not know that James Potter had changed quite drastically over the summer holidays. Lily was blissfully ignorant of it all.