Uh... So, new story. Well, first story. I was ThatSarcasticOne, but I abandoned that account because I wanted to start fresh, and I wanted to post this story without worrying about the ones on that account. Anyway, this chronicles the second half of the Marauders and friends' 5th year, all of 6th year, and all of 7th year. I hope you enjoy it :-)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize.

Sometime in the Summer of 1971

James Potter was entitled, and James Potter was spoiled, but anyone on Magnolia Street would agree that James Potter was quite possibly the sweetest little boy they had ever known. He was homeschooled, they would explain to visitors, watching him and his father and mother in the backyard drinking tea, and had been accepted into some posh boarding school in Scotland that he'd be attending in the fall.

James Potter was the boy who'd bring Mrs. Elena macadamia nut cookies every Friday, rich and sweet and so good there was no way they could have been made normally. She'd tell almost anyone who would listen that Mrs. Potter had a magic touch when it came to baking.

The other neighbors said the same thing, only about Mr. Potter and his handiwork skills. There was nothing, it seemed, that he couldn't fix - and fix fast. Broken toilets, leaking faucets, faulty motors - name it, and Mr. Potter could have it up and running in no time.

So, it was a very sad day indeed when James made his rounds down the street, giving all the neighbors a big hug and promising he'd be back from boarding school for Christmas, and that, yes Mrs. Elena, his mum'd still send over cookies.

Lily Evans was sweet, Lily Evans was smart, but anyone on Sycamore Cove would agree that the little red head had a temper to match her hair. Anyone who angered her, they would say, would undoubtedly have something odd to happen to them. As the people of the neighborhood weren't particularly suspicious sorts of people, she was well liked, as all pretty young girls are, but everyone seemed to air a little on the side of caution when they were with her. Of course, ladies would whisper around their afternoon tea parties, there couldn't possibly be any connection between the fact Bernice Atrium seemed to have grown unusually thick eyebrows seemingly overnight and the fact she had called Lily a brat the night before.

But still, the Evans. were well liked. Mr. Evans, an accountant who worked in the city, was quite simply the nicest, most polite man anyone had ever met. He was constantly tipping his hat and allowing others through doors first, a cheerful smile on his face.

Mrs. Evans was a gossip, though most everyone in the neighborhood was. Still, hypocritically, they found the quality of little admiration, and the only reason the neighborhood seemed to enjoy her company was that she made the best peach cobbler anyone had ever tasted. It was a pity, they'd say, that her two daughters had never learned to bake like her, though the older one had certainly acquired the propensity for gossip.

So, one hot day in September, as the Evans' drove Lily to the train station, off to an exclusive boarding school no one had ever heard of, many of the ladies pruning their flowerbeds stopped to wave goodbye, as life was certainly going to take a turn for the dreary with the little red head gone.

So, it's short, but it's a prologue so, you know. Oh well. I'll post Chapter 1 so there's not only this to read. :-)

Please review and all that - tell me what you think. It would mean a lot.

- Sunny