Hello,

You may have read my other fanfiction, my 7th year at Hogwarts, but I decided to stop writing it. I figured it would be better to write from the start, when Lily, James, Severus and their friends are all in first year. I'm planning on going through each year, though some years will probably get more attention than others. I hope you like this fic, do tell me what you think. Rated T for safety.

Disclaimer: I wish I were J.K Rowling, but sadly I'm not. (Duh.)

Getting to 128 Tannerview street in Cokeworth is quite easy. Start from the bridge and walk along the river for about 15 minutes. Turn right when you come across the towering dull drill factory. You'll enter the suburbs, which are greener and neater than the dusty center of the town. Pass by the small children's park, containing a little set of swings, a seesaw, and a slide. Turn left when you see the giant yellow house. You'll be on Tannerview street. Stop when you see a neat porch littered with flower pots, mostly lilies, and petunias. There will also be a porch swing, more often than not occupied by one of the Evans girls. The house has been painted a light blue. It's isn't big, but it suffices for a family of four. If you peer into one of the windows, you'll see an overstuffed brown armchair in front of the television, where Henry Evans spends the majority of his time reading the newspaper with a pipe in his mouth. You'll see two imposing bookcases filled with diverse books. If you happened to take this itinerary and pass in front of this house exactly on September 1rst 1971 at half past eight, you would see a short, freckled girl with hair tightly pulled into plaits wearing a faded blue dress sitting on the porch steps impatiently. If you looked closely, you would notice how she had wide, dazzling green eyes, large, expressive hands, thin lips and tiny feet. Maybe you would have stopped and talked to her. Maybe not. Even if you had, she would have never told you where she was going, how she felt about it. She would have never told you the truth.

Lily Evans bounced up and down on the stone steps of her porch in impatience. Beside her sat her favorite book, A Wrinkle In Time. It had been discarded hours ago, now Lily could only focus on how, in only in a few hours, she was going to go to Hogwarts! She had been waiting for this day for at least two years. At Hogwarts, she would really belong. She wouldn't have to hide her "unusual" powers there, on the contrary, she would be able to develop them, use them consciously. Best of all, her best friend Severus was gonna there too! Hogwarts was going to be amazing. But Lily still had a few hours to wait. No matter how much she had begged and pleaded her parents, they were firm on dropping Sev and her off only an hour early. Lily had spent many nights dreaming about what it would be like, would the Hogwarts Express look like all the other trains? What would the teachers be like? What kind of classes would there be? Would the food be good? Sev had told her that the school was a castle invisible to muggles, but that seemed strange. Whoever had heard of a school being an invisible castle? He had also told her that some of the classes would be Charms and Transfiguration and Defence Against the Dark Arts, but what did that include? Lily had also spent many sleepless nights having nightmares about it. What if she was actually a Muggle and couldn't see the castle at all? Would they wipe her memory and send her back? What if she was the worst in class? What if everybody knew how to perform loads of magic already? How far behind would she be? Sev had also told her about the Sorting. What if she wasn't in Slytherin with Sev? She couldn't imagine him not being in the same House as him. A sharp voice interrupted her endless questions.

"I'm going to the parc. Goodbye, freak," said Petunia Evans. Lily anxiously gazed up at her face. Her sister had shoulder-length dirty blond hair paired with narrow blue eyes, high cheekbones, a pointed nose and chin and a long neck. She was wearing a long pink and white dress with shiny flats.

"Wait, Tuney! I want to come with you!" Lily pleaded, quickly standing up. Petunia rolled her eyes and shook her head, acting superior. She watched her little sister's face crumple, obviously enjoying the attention.

"Please! Mum said I couldn't go alone!" Lily begged, taking her sister's hand. Petunia pursed her lips.

"Fine. But only if you don't do anything... unusual." Petunia sighed, grabbing her overjoyed sister's hand. Lily smiled widely, it had been so long since Petunia had wanted to play with her! The two sister walked down the street together, hand in hand, one blonde, one redhead.

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The Potter Manor was slightly bigger than other houses. No, scratch that, the Potter Manor was much bigger than other houses. After all, having a seven-story house equipped with its very own forest, lake, island, and Quidditch pitch is not common. No, the Potters were not your ordinary wizarding family. Maybe it had something to do with Mr. Potter being the head of the Auror Headquarters. Maybe it was because the family had always been extremely wealthy. Maybe it was because he married a woman from another extremely wealthy family, Euphemia Dearborn. Anyway, Fleamont and Euphemia Potter belonged to a rich and notable family, nobody could deny that. They were also older than most parents, being both in their seventies by the time their only child, James Potter was born. Having one child made them spoil their son very much. Probably too much. But more on that later.

"Dad says there'll even be ghosts, one for each house! How cool would that be? It's really too bad that first years can't bring their own broomsticks and try out for the Quidditch, team, with me, my house would win all the games! I'm either going to be Chaser or Seeker, I just can't choose! Of course, I'll be in Gryffindor, like Dad, and I'll get top marks in every test! Mum said the teachers would be lucky to have such a bright child. I'll also have a bunch of friends, we'll have so much fun!" James babbled to his overwhelmed house-elf, Tory. His face was alight with excitement and confidence. His jet black hair was extremely messy, maybe due to the fact he kept messing it up. He had wide hazel eyes and a bright smile.

"Isn't it the best?" The boy finished.

"Yes, Master James! Hogwarts sounds exquisite!" The house-elf squeaked as James beamed.

"Tory, your vocabulary is probably better than Dad's, and that's saying something!" James replied.

"Thank you, Master James. Tory does not deserve such affection, sir." Tory said.

"James! We're flooding to King's Cross in thirty minutes! Are your bags packed?" hollered Mrs. Potter from the first floor. James jumped up in excitement, he was nearly at Hogwarts! He looked at his most prized possession, his Silver Arrow wistfully, wishing that first years could bring brooms.

"I'm coming!" he yelled as he ran down the stairs.

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More often than not, Diagon Alley is busy, loaded with people and small shops. There's the famous ice cream shop, the Leaky Cauldron, Ollivander's, Madam Malkin's and, most important of all, Gringotts. On this Wednesday morning of 1971, Diagon Alley was uncharacteristically empty. Few people roamed the streets, most of them not staying long, for today almost every wizarding child in Britain went back to Hogwarts. Many parents, grandparents, aunts, and uncles had taken the morning off to wave their children goodbye. They would not be coming back for at least three months. In the very heart of this exciting alley was a towering, concealed house. This was the McKinnon's house. Inside, five people were sleeping, one person was not. This particular person had long blond hair, wide blue eyes, high cheekbones and a slightly pointed chin. She had a slightly muscular body and long legs. This person happened to be Marlene McKinnon. She was going to Hogwarts for the first time, and like many of her future friends, she couldn't wait.

Marlene lovingly stroked her scrapbook, taking time to gaze at each of the moving pictures that were so special to her. First, she saw her at two years old playing with her newborn brother while her young and peaceful mother clapped happily in the background. Marlene's face fell, her mother had been happy and at peace then. That was before she had been diagnosed. Rubbing her eyes tiredly, she flipped the page. Now she saw a picture of her, now around five, racing on the beach beside her dad. The picture was beautiful, the sun was setting, the ocean was a spotless dark blue and Marlene had a carefree expression she hadn't worn in a long time. She smiled wistfully as she searched for other photos. Now she saw a picture of her at around eight years old flying on a broomstick for her very first time. Marlene chuckled remembering that afternoon. She had confidently sat on the broom and kicked the ground hard. She had then been shot into the air at full speed. She had screamed as the broom spiraled, still soaring as her parents tried yelling her instructions she didn't understand. Then, taking a deep breath, she had gripped the nose of the broom and moved forcefully to go back down. She had yelled in exhilaration when she had finally managed to move the broom at her will. Then came the lessons, playing Quidditch with her friends and family, and even signing up for a Quidditch club. At Hogwarts, she hoped she could be on the team. Still smiling, she flipped the page and gasped, she had forgotten this photo. She had been a year younger than she was now, and was taking care of her permanently sick mother. Her mother's weak smile made the photo real and scary at the same time. Marlene quickly slammed the scrapbook shut and took deep breaths. Once she calmed down, she walked to her mother's room, she would be waking up soon.

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"Chocolate bars?"

"Check."

"Dungbombs?"

"Check."

"Broom?"

"Not allowed."

"Socks?"

"Check."

"That's everything."

"Finally! It's a wonder this trunk can close it itself." sighed Sirius Black as he flopped down on his bed next to his little brother. Regulus Black started admiringly into his grey eyes paired with his curly black hair, full lips, and a pointed nose. It was obvious that the two were brothers, Regulus had the same hair, eyes, and nose.

"Are you nervous?" Regulus risked, dragging Sirius out of his reverie.

"Nervous? Not at all! Hogwarts is going to be amazing!" Sirius replied while laughing.

"I wish I could go..."

"Only two years left, then you'll be there."

"Still. I'll be alone."

"Technically you won't. There'll be our dear old parents."

"Hooray," Regulus said glumly.

"Don't worry, when you turn seventeen, you can live in a flat with me," reassured Sirius.

"I'll have to stay, it'll break Mum's heart if I go away. You have to stay too." Remus frowned as he imagined his mother's reaction if they both ran away from home.

"Who cares?"

"She's still our Mum." the younger boy said.

"Yes but-" Sirius was interrupted by his mother's shouting.

"Sirius Orion Black come down we're leaving in ten minutes!" she shouted.

"Coming!" Sirius rolled his eyes as he hollered back.

"I guess this is a goodbye, isn't it?" Regulus said worriedly.

"Yeah, I guess it is. Bye Reggie. Make sure to annoy Mum and Dad while I'm gone, my stash of Dungbombs is under my bed. Don't go crazy without me." Sirius said smirking.

"I'll see you in three months, for the winter holidays," Regulus said sadly, pulling his brother into a warm hug.

"I'll see you soon." Sirius's voice became strained.

"IF YOU DON'T COME THIS INSTANT I'LL THROW YOUR BROOM INTO THE FIREPLACE!" their Mum yelled. Sirius jumped and ran down the stairs, waving once more to his younger brother. He knew that his mother would carry out on her threat without hesitation if he didn't show up in the living room now. The black haired witch sighed in annoyance when she saw her eldest son arrive. She bristled in impatience.

"Alright, listen to me. You are to be in Slytherin and become friends with Alexander Rosier, Penelope Wilkes, Nicolai Mulciber and the other Blacks. All the others are scum. Is that clear?" She said sharply. Her son rolled his eyes, obviously bored.

"You've only told me five million times in the last year," he said.

"Take the Floo powder and go. You better bring back good results by Christmas," she said sternly, throwing him a pouch full of Floo powder. Sirius stepped into the fireplace eagerly and, throwing a handful of Floo powder into the green flames, yelled: "King's Cross!"

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When you asked someone in Wales what the Macdonald family were like, they would say they were "normal". Indeed, the Macdonalds were your typical family in every way. They owned a two-story house in the suburbs, they had one daughter and one son, who went to the local school, Mr. Macdonald worked in a large company, Mrs. Macdonald stayed at home and hosted the bridge club, they sometimes went on holidays in different parts of England, they owned an average car and they were kind and helpful to their neighbors. Yes, the Macdonalds were considered very normal. However, they were harboring a dark secret. Their daughter, Mary Macdonald, was a witch. Her parents had found out she was...different at around two years old. Tanya Johnson, the babysitter, had been feeding little Mary in the kitchen just like every other day.

"Come on Mary, I know you'll love it. You just have to give peas a try." She had coaxed.

"Peas... bad!" The two-year-old had blubbered. Then Tanya had tried to force the peas into the toddler's mouth. The spoon of peas had rocketed to the other side of the room, finally smashing into the wall while Mary had giggled happily. That was the last time Tanya had come to babysit. For a long time, the Macdonalds had encouraged Mary to abandon her abilities that they considered "unnatural". They had tried visiting several doctors but they always left the bewildered doctor unsatisfied. Then, on Mary's eleventh birthday, the 12th of March, an imposing stern witch wearing strange clothes knocked on their door, asking to see Mary Macdonald. She had then proceeded to tell her that magic existed and that she was a witch, therefore allowed to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Then she had pulled out a stick, flicked it, and turned the table into a pig, and back again. Meaningless to say, the Macdonalds had been shocked. Then they had been wary, asking if this was some sort of hoax. After hours of explaining, they had finally reached acceptance. Mary had been so excited to go, she would finally belong! It had taken a lot of persuasion to get her parents to pay for this school, but they finally acquiesced.

Now Mary wasn't sure about going to Hogwarts. Sure, she had some special abilities, but were those really magic? She couldn't make the table turn into a pig (though not because she hadn't tried enough), did that mean she wasn't a real witch? What if this was actually a hoax like her mother had thought? Mary sighed as she looked in the mirror. She stared her tan reflection with brown curly hair, narrow blue eyes, pointed nose and full lips.

"It's too late now anyway," she said to herself nervously. It was true. All her books had been bought, along with a cauldron, robes, wizarding gold, quills, parchment and a wand, which she was dying to try out. Even her trunk was packed. All she had to do was to finish brushing her hair and get in the car with her father, who would drive her to King's Cross. Ever since they had gotten the news that their daughter was a witch, they had been more and more distant, they couldn't figure her out anymore. To them, magic was part of the unknown, and the unknown should always she avoided. Of course, they still loved their daughter, but couldn't understand how magic was a part of her life. This was unnatural, and they had a reputation to keep. Mary sighed and picked up her heavy trunk. She walked to her father's car, ready for whatever was going to come.

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"Are you absolutely sure it's going to be fine?"

"Yes, Mum, I've already told you, I've been wanting to go there since I was five!"

"But what about your… lycanthropy? Where will you transform?

"The Headmaster said he has a solution, I'll be fine!" Remus Lupin said, getting annoyed.

"I'll miss you." his mother responded desperately.

"I know. But I have to go to Hogwarts." Remus said, softening when he saw the crestfallen expression on his mother's face.

"I know you do…" she murmured, looking hesitantly into his sky blue eyes. He had light brown hair, a pale skin tone, thin lips and a charming smile, which he was wearing to comfort his mother.

"Don't worry, Mum. Every full moon, I'll go to the Hospital Wing at around eight or nine and Madam Pomfrey will lead me to a secret passage where I can transform safely. I'll be back for the holidays." Remus informed her.

"Right. I don't want you to get hurt," she stated.

"I won't." Remus lied, knowing how painful his transformations were. He left his mother in the kitchen and opened the door to take a walk outside to reflect. He gazed at the endless fields in front of him strewn with poppies, daffodils and many more flowers. He had loved living in the country as a small child, there was so much space to run around, play hide and seek or swim in the lake nearby. Now, instead of feeling free, he felt trapped. He had lived here all his life, and ever since he had been bitten, he hadn't left, any contact with friends had been withdrawn. Of course, it was safer this way, much safer. Being friends with a werewolf meant a lot of complications. Remus remembered thinking he would spend his entire life here, having nowhere else to go, no one else to turn to except his parents. Even his father had had enough, he had left three years ago, telling his wife he hadn't signed up for this, and that having a werewolf for a son was too complicated. Remus's mother had burst into tears, begging him to stay, telling him that things would change. After came a long fight, resulting in a black eye, a broken window and glasses smashed. Remus had foolishly thought listening at the keyhole was a good idea, and had heard all of it. His father's words were etched into his mind, and he had become quieter, more reserved and distant. He knew he was a complication, but hearing it had scarred him for life. One day, an owl had come to his room, carrying a short note from Hogwarts's Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. He had asked the boy and his mother to meet him in his study to work out how Remus would go to Hogwarts. The young boy had been shocked, whoever had heard of a werewolf going to Hogwarts? However, as time passed, he couldn't let the idea go. He and his mother had met Dumbledore, a kind man with an abnormally long, silvery beard and eyes that seemed to twinkle all the time. He had heard the words he had been longing to hear for many years, that he was just like everyone else, and that there was no reason why a young, talented and healthy boy like him shouldn't go to Hogwarts. His solution to his lycanthropy? Planting a tree. This idea had seemed mad to Remus at first, but then he understood. This tree was not like other trees. This tree held a secret passage leading to a building called the Shrieking Shack, whatever that was, where he could transform and stay during full moons without harming anyone. Even with all this reassurance, Remus Lupin was still terribly nervous. What if a student found out and told everyone? What if he managed to get out of the room and ended up hurting, or even killing someone? He wasn't sure he could live with himself if he ever did. Not that he would have to, if that happened, he would probably be killed or sent to Azkaban on the spot. Still, the prospect of going to school and hanging out with people his age was exciting. Also, he would learn how to develop and control magic. He would about its history, magical creatures and plants. Of course, he wouldn't be able to make any friends. They would be in danger. No, it was best to be left alone. Even going to Hogwarts was taking a risk.

"Remus! Make sure you have everything you need in your trunk, we're leaving soon!" his mother's voice hollered from inside.

"Yes, Mum," he replied, making his way back to his cozy cottage.

"I've got your lunch packed for the train. I'll come with you to King's Cross," she said lovingly, handing him a bag with a few sandwiches inside. Remus tried not to make a face when he saw what was inside. He had always hated dry porc.

"Mum, you don't have to do this," he said, reddening.

"Of course I do, you're leaving me for three months at least. Now grab a bit Floo powder and go, I'll be right behind you," she reassured him.

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The Moon family was a populated, always bustling family. Relationships between siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents were always very good, which meant that almost every other weekend they were invited to yet another wedding. Now the family was giant, and Moons lived all over the world. On every special occasion, they all came together under one roof, which made the house full and quite uncomfortable. Today was one of those special occasions. Alice Moon, fifth child of Luanna and Theodore Moon was going to Hogwarts. Of course, many of her siblings had already gone. The Moons believed and liked big families, and Alice's parents were not an exception. Their first child was a tall girl with a broad frame and blond ringlets. Her name was Olivia, and she was now training to become a Healer. Their second child was a bright, funny girl with long black hair. Her name was Brooks and she was entering her 7th year at Hogwarts. Their third child was a short, baby-faced girl with sleek blond hair. Her name was Samantha and she was going to be a 5th year. Their fourth had been a funny, sweet boy with curly blond hair named Isaac. Alas, he had died from an awful potions accident a year ago, exactly on this day, September 1rst. Alice's mother hadn't been coping very well and today was quite a gloomy day for the Moon family. After him came Alice, a funny and kind girl with long brown hair, a round face and deep brown eyes. Sher had two younger siblings, Nicolas, who just a toddler, and Eloise, who was a newborn. But back to Alice. Alice bit her nails nervously, debating whether she should come down and have breakfast with her uncle Paulo, two of her aunts and her cousins. She was hungry, and her room was dead boring, but her mother might be there. She knew that if her mother was there, her devastated expression she wore on events she thought Isaac would miss would sober up everyone in the room immediately. All the happy memories with Isaac would come back, and Alice would probably cry, which was the last thing she wanted to do on her first day of school. Even thinking about how, exactly a year ago, her closest sibling had died brought tears to her eyes. He had been only one and half years older than her, which made them extremely close. She had helped him with his pranks and he told her everything about Hogwarts. Now he was gone, and Alice felt detached from everybody. Her older sisters were too old, and her younger siblings were too young. At least at Hogwarts, she would be able to connect with people her age. Alice sighed and rubbed her face. She opened her bedroom door and went down the stairs to the kitchen to have breakfast with her family. Hiding in her room was not the solution.

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The Pettigrew house was, like the Lupin's cottage, in the country. It was a sort of small but comfy house that made you want to go inside and enjoy a cup of hot chocolate by the fire. In fact, the Pettigrew did that a lot. They spent most of their time in the cozy living room in front of the fireplace, Mrs. Pettigrew knitting, Mr. Pettigrew telling stories and Peter Pettigrew eating or listening with fascination to his father's stories. The Pettigrews were not a rich family but were perfectly happy with what they had.

"Peter, is your trunk ready?" Mrs. Pettigrew asked her son.

"Uh… They're still a few things missing." hesitated Peter, turning to the stairs to get to his bedroom.

"It's alright, I'll do it." his mother lovingly said, disappearing from his sight. Peter sighed in happiness. In only a few short hours, he would be at Hogwarts, where he could make many friends and produce magic. He was eager to get away from his parents, who could be quite overbearing. At the same time, he didn't know what he'd do without them. He supposed he would be fine, besides, he could always come back for the holidays. He stood up from his overstuffed armchair and stretched, going up to his room. As he entered, he saw his mother carrying his trunk to the living room, proudly handing him his ticket for the Hogwarts Express.

"I can't believe my baby's finally going to Hogwarts! It seems like just yesterday you were in diapers!" she said emotionally, pulling her son into a warm hug. Peter blushed, embarrassed, but hugged his mother back, shoving his ticket into his pocket. He came into his noticeably emptier room. He ruffled his straw-colored hair nervously. He had watery blue eyes and full cheeks. He was also quite short. He looked one last time at his room and departed closing the door behind him to joins his parents.

"Are you ready for this?" his father asked jovially.

"Of course," he answered, smiling widely.

"Make sure you eat enough and don't get in trouble too much." his mother fretted.

"Sure," he answered easily.

"What house do you think you'll be in?" his father asked.

"Dunno, probably Hufflepuff, like you guys," he answered.

"Maybe you'll be a Ravenclaw, your grandmother was one." his mother wondered.

"Ravenclaw? Definitely not for me!" Peter answered while laughing.

"Remember, we don't care what house you're in, so long as you do your best." his parents said together, beaming at him proudly.

"I'll do my best." he smiled, ready to go.

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Remember that house in Cokeworth? Go back there. Walk along the sidewalk for about ten minutes. Turn left when you see the park we talked about before. Walk a bit more. You'll soon see that this street isn't like Lily's street. No, it's littered with trash and empty beer bottles, and a putrid smell stays in the hair. Most of the houses are small and semi-destroyed. Some trailers and old cars are parked in the middle of the street. Go to the very end of this street. You'll find a house that was once blue but now grey, with bits of its porch burnt. If you peer through one of the windows you'll see empty beer cans, broken glasses and a few chairs someone put in the effort of making this living room presentable. This isn't an unusual sight in Spinner's End. If you happened to pass by this particular house on September 1rst 1971 at nine in the morning, you may have seen a boy with greasy black hair, narrow black eyes, pale skin, thin lips, a tall frame and a hooked nose reading quietly in front of the house. Had you approached him and shown any desire to know what book he was reading, he would have looked up warily and given a brief explanation of how he was reading this book for school. If you had tried to keep the conversation going, he would have answered your questions politely with short answers. He wouldn't have volunteered any information. Eventually, you would get bored and move on, forgetting about this distant boy who seemed to be hiding many things. His name was Severus Snape.

Severus Snape looked up from his potions book, sighing when he heard another yell coming from his house. His parents were arguing again. He winced slightly when he heard a glass being thrown then broken, but didn't venture in to see if anyone was hurt. He knew better. It was more enjoyable to stay outside, where nobody could touch him. Of course, many children and adults from the neighborhood had passed by and looked at him strangely but he had just kept in reading without a care in the world. He didn't about what these muggles thought of him anyway. They would be erased from his life soon enough. He knew his best and only friend Lily would disapprove of this sort of thinking. After all, she was a muggle-born, her parents and her sister were muggles. He would probably be talking to her right now about how excited they were about finally going to Hogwarts but her awful horse-faced sister had ruined it all, saying that Lily and she needed some quality time together before Lily left. As if. She was just jealous. Of course, Lily had been delighted that her sister was speaking to her again, she thought her sister was a great person. Then again, Lily saw the best in everyone. Including himself. He wondered what things would be like at Hogwarts. Lily was very social and loved making friends, they probably wouldn't be alone all the time, a thing he cherished. But he also wanted to make friends. Not for fun and games. No, he had to be friends with influential people, people who would get help him later in life, make him important. Severus wasn't stupid. He knew that alone he couldn't accomplish anything later in life. He checked his battered watch and realized it that soon he could go meet Lily. Her parents were driving him to the train station. With a small smile, Severus entered his house, ready to tell his parents he wanted so badly to get away from goodbye.

Like it? Hate it? By the way, if you spot any blatant mistakes, tell me in the reviews so I can fix them. I think I got the years right (1971 is the year Lily enters Hogwarts, right?), but I'm not completely sure.

Reviews are gooey chocolate cookies,

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