This chapter is really short more like a peek into the story than an intro. I have more of the story planned but I won't start writing unless I get a positive review. I only need one review and I'll keep writing, but I just don't want to go through the posting unless I know someone is reading the story.

"Lily, hurry up! You're going to miss the train." A voice called up from downstairs.

Lily Evans had been daydreaming. It was going to be her last year at Hogwarts and it was going to be different. Not only was she Head Girl but she had ended her friendship with Severus Snape last year. All he had ever done for her was make her unpopular. What else could he make her, with that greasy black hair and his hook nose? Lily shivered.

Now she needs to start plotting. The first thing she wants to make different this year is… "Lily get down here now!" The voice was starting to sound angry.

"Coming" Lily replied. Now she'd better start hurrying in a couple of seconds her dad would come upstairs and realize she was only half-packed.

Lily started to pack in a flurry. When she was done it looked like a torpedo had hit her room. It certainly was an area of destruction.

Lily could hear her dad starting to make his way up the stairs, so she ran out of her room and intercepted him.

"Is Petunia home?" She asked.

"No" he said. "She's at Gabrielle's house."

Gabrielle was Petunia's best friend. But, Lily had a feeling that Petunia was only at Gabrielle's house to avoid Lily. Petunia never talked to Lily anymore. She said that Lily was to much of a freak and her freakiness might rub off on Petunia.

Lily and her dad walked to the car. Her dad was going on about something related to not making any potions that blow up toilets, but Lily wasn't really listening. She was thinking about how much she missed Petunia.

By the time they reached the train station, Lily's dad was blubbering. He kept going on about how much he'd miss her and how many owls he would send.

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I'm going to switch the story to first person now… I'm sorry but I'm not sure I'm good enough of a writer to get thoughts down in third person.

When we reached King's Cross, I hurried to the barrier. I sprinted through it hoping to see a couple of my friends and figure out where we were going to sit. My eyes swept over the crowd, but the person they landed on wasn't Danni or Alice. It was James Potter and the rest of the Marauders.

Godric, James is HOTT. I can tell he still ruffles up his hair to get that just-off-a broomstick-saving-the-house-team-again look, but with that kind of body he could be a model. Not that I would tell him of course. I can't wait to see how many times he asks me out this year. Danni and I have a bet going, and she is going to lo-ose.

Wait a minute; I did not just think that. James Potter is not hott. He is a self-absorbed prat.

"LIIIIIILLLLYYY" someone jumped on my back.

"DANNNIIII" I screamed "It has been way to long…"

"Yeah the past week has been a torture" she concluded.

"Can I join?" A voice called from behind me.

It was in that moment I realized that number one, I still had Danni on my back and number 2, Sirius Black has got to be the most annoying egotistical brat in the history of James Potter

I know its short next chapter will be longer. Please review. Tell me if I'm an absolute failure and shouldn't write another word or if I'm okay and should write another paragraph… Sooooo, please review! Oh and tell me all of your suggestions. I'm looking forward to it!