Hey guys. Now, this is my very first fan-fic, so be nice - but I must say - there may be some sex in later Chapters! You have been warned!

Broken Hearts, Broken Dreams.

Late As Usual.

"FREAK!" Petunia's voice echoed up the stairs. In two steps she had crossed the landing and burst through her sister's door. "FREAK!" She blinked. The curtains were open, sun streaming through the window. Unperturbed, she grabbed the rumpled duvet, her hand shaking, and tugged. "You're going to miss the tra-"

Lily was gone.

"MUM!" She screamed. "Where is my freak of a sister?!"

"She told you last night before she left. You were fantasising over that boy, Vernon or whatever - she Flooed over to her friend's - what's her name - Emmeline…Emmeline Vance. Yes that's it. She took her things."

Petunia blushed, her pale complexion darkening through ruddy pink, ruining her horsey face even more. Vernon Dursley was old news. She had been staring wistfully in his direction for nearly six months. Some said he didn't know she existed. That was not true. Oh, he knew she existed. Only thing was, he had a girlfriend.

"Well, never mind MUM - how was I supposed to know?"

"Petunia, if you don't stop yelling you will have to help me with the washing!" Petunia's mouth snapped shut. "Good. Now go eat you breakfast. Then I want you to pack your bag for school tomorrow."

Petunia flounced away, her eighteen year-old ragged blonde hair flowing out behind her.

oOo

Beeep. Beeep.

"Five more minutes…Em…how long 'til Hogwarts…"

Lily Evans sat up, looking around blearily, blinking. Twisting, she squinted through the half-darkness at the clock on Emmeline's beside table.

9:30

She sat bolt upright.

"Fuck!" Stretching out a hand, shaking, she switched on the lamp. It shone clear and true, illuminating the room. Small, but clean, like the rest of her house, Emmeline's private cubby-hole was comfortably furnished, with all the signs of belonging to a family of pure-blooded wizards. Lily averted her gaze from the mirror, knowing only too well what her hair looked like in the morning.

Grabbing the bed, she hauled herself up and was soon shaking Emmeline awake.

"Em? Em?!" She thought for a moment, then ripped off the covers.

"Aghh!" Her friend sat up so fast Lily thought someone had lit a Filibuster Firework on her behind. "Lily!"

"Em, if you don't come now, we are going to miss the train."

"Nah," Em snorted. "We're 17 now. We can apparate to the Platform."

Lily showed her the clock.

"NO!"

"Yes."

Emmeline leapt out of her bed as though scorched, grabbed the clothes she had laid out the night before and dashed into the bathroom. Sighing, Lily went down to breakfast.

Just as she was finishing her cornflakes, watching the sink fill itself with hot, soapy water and start washing up of it's own accord, Emmeline sashayed into the kitchen. With a flick of her wand, she toasted bread, spread jam, sat down and began to eat. Lily, levitating her plate to the sink, took the first good look of the morning of her best friend.

Emmeline was a tall, willowy girl with black, straight hair and piercing blue eyes, flecked with hazel. Her hips were well-formed, as were her breasts, and it was for this reason that she was considered quite a catch by all the boys at Hogwarts. Though she didn't care for anyone of them in particular, she had had almost as many boyfriends as Sirius Black, most famous of the Marauders, had had girlfriends, but despite being the most wanted couple at school, the two had never dated one-another.

"Your turn in the shower." Were the only words out of her mouth before she started to chomp.

At once, Lily tore her gaze away from her friend and dashed up the stairs to grab the clothes she had picked out the night before and scamper into the bathroom, one leg already out of her briefs.

Eventually, she levitated the trunks down, Emmeline joined her to clean her teeth, then, holding the handles of her owl's cage and Emmeline's cat's carrier, they twisted, feeling their way into nothingness. When they opened their eyes once more, the barrier that was all that was between them and the Hogwarts Express, lay before them.

OOo

James's eyes blinked in the darkness as Sirius looked down at him. Grey eyes stared deep into hazel. Finally, Sirius decided he had waited long enough, whispering: Aguamenti, squirting a jet of water from his wand tip which struck James in the face.

"Sirius!" He sat bolt upright, staring at his friend. Sirius had black hair of the kind that falls effortlessly into one's eyes, a perfect style in seconds. His grey eyes were playful and fun - these eyes had charmed many, some said nearly all, of the Hogwarts girls into submission.

Now, he did a gleeful dance, clapping his hands, dancing around in his boxers.

"Going back to Hogwarts, Hoggy, Hoggy, Warts!"

Still singing, he dressed with his usual care and danced off down the halls of the Potter Mansion. James followed about ten minutes later, still trying to brush his unruly mop of hair into a respectable style. He had just realised what going back to Hogwarts meant - he would see Lily again. This year was his last chance to win her over. And he'd changed over the summer. He really had; Sirius had even helped him, hating seeing him so miserable. He'd been trying to change i for her i ever since he had discovered her diary in the Common Room in 5th Year.

Flashback

Potter asked me out again today. Obviously, I said no. Obviously. But then he asked why. And that got me thinking. So here are the reasons I will never go out with James Potter:

He is so arrogant it makes me sick.

He uses girls then dumps them after a week - as soon as he gets what he wants.

He hexes people just for the fun of it.

He pulls dangerous pranks.

He is always messing up his hair 'cos he thinks it's cool to look like he's just got off his broom.

He asks me out i at least i once every two days.

He bugs me.

End Flashback.

This, of course, led him off into a daydream of Lily; her fiery red hair that matched her temper; her green eyes that pierced straight to his soul - and the way she looked when she laughed.

Reaching the kitchen, where Sirius was lingering over a Full English Breakfast whilst chatting to his Mum, he coughed to announce his presence.

"Ah!" Linda Potter pulled him into a hug. "My second boy!" He wrestled away, grabbing an apple - suddenly, he wasn't hungry. All he could think of was Lily - what if he messed it up and she hated him even more? What if she didn't believe the badge that lay in his trunk in the Hall, his badge that showed he was Head Boy?

Seeing James' face, Sirius glanced at the clock.

"Fuck!" He swore. It was ten to eleven. "Late as usual."

Five minutes later, after cleaning their teeth, going to the loo and finding shoes, wands and (in Sirius' case) spare pants, they turned, blinked out, the sight of Linda Potter crying, waving goodbye to "her boys", snatched away, and Apparated, landing perfectly and neatly on Platform ¾, just in front of the barrier.

Trouble was, someone came running through behind them, crashed into Sirius' back, and all four collapsed in a tangle of legs, arms, trolleys, trunks, owls, cats, rucksacks and heads on the platform. Sirius, to his delight, ended up with his head buried in the butt of Hogwarts' most beautiful girl, though he couldn't recognise her, having only seen her butt so far. James, however, was face to face with someone very familiar.

He groaned.

Lily.

So there it is. Hope its OK, and sorry if the italics went a bit wrong. Please Review! I'm not posting another chapter 'til I have 20 Reveiws, so PLEASE!!!