Hi! This was originally posted over on another site a few years back, and after a long, rocky couple of years, I felt like it was time to start posting again. The main reason for the move is that this story will get VERY dark. There will still be the humour and light chapters towards the end, but... We all know the end of this story.

Anyhooo! Read, review and ENJOY! (BTW I am in need of a beta so if anyone is interested, lemme know, k?)

The sun was shining brightly through the clouds and straight through a small gap in the curtains of a tall white house with force. A young woman in her mid teens rolled over and smiled as she stretched her arms out, looking at the calendar beside her bed. September 1st! Lily thought, jumping out of bed in a hurry. Some of you may ask why a young woman would be excited about the first day of school. The answer? Honestly, I doubt anyone knows. This is Lily Evans! Student Extraordinaire, sixth year Prefect and... Witch? Yes one of the weird and wonderful attributes of Miss Lily Marie Evans was that she was a witch and a very good one too.

Lily quickly skipped over to the mirror and combed her fiery locks to perfection, studying her reflection carefully. Honestly, she didn't find herself that appealing. Sure, her freakishly green eyes were insanely cool. But red hair? Thanks for that dad, she thought, scrunching her hair and messing the side nervously. The redhead dropped her hand and slapped it. Since when do I mess up my hair when I'm nervous? She bit her lip as she thought of a young man who had introduced her to this annoying yet incredibly sexy habit... Did I just call Potter sexy? Ew! She giggled slightly and made her way downstairs for breakfast.

'Good morning Lily,' her mother said, kissing her gently on the forehead. Lily smiled and buttered the piece of toast in front of her. 'I can't believe it's finally your last year at Hogwarts, munchkin!'

Lily nodded and looked up at the tall blonde woman in front of her, 'And did I tell you, I'm Head Girl?'

Her mother dropped her fork and hugged Lily tight, her green eyes brimming with tears, 'I'm so proud of you! Andrew! Andrew, come here! Quickly!' Lily rolled her eyes and quickly reached into the cupboard, pulling out a large glass jar with a yellow label. Vegemite! No matter what her friends said, she couldn't get enough of the stuff. The sticky black paste looked awfully unappealing but to Lily, it was better than any breakfast spread in the world. She had first tried it when she was ten, when they went to visit cousins in Australia and had it flown in ever since.

Her father, a tall redheaded man, came tearing into the room and stood at the door, he turned his nose up. 'Lily-dearest, do you have to eat that disgusting colonial jam?' Lily laughed as her dad trotted over and dipped his finger in the jar and licked it off. Her mother looked disgusted as Lily did the same before spreading some on her toast.

'At least I don't have to deal with your vegemite addiction whilst you're at school. Oh! Andrew! Lily, tell him the news!'

Lily swallowed the toast she had in her mouth before saying in a solemn voice, 'Daddy, promise me you won't get mad...'

Her father looked over to her mother, who bit her lip, playing along with Lily's ruse. Andrew nodded, 'I'll try.'

'Now I know I said I'd be your little girl forever, and frankly, with Petunia getting married and so many attractive young wizards throwing themselves at my feet, I'm finding it a little hard to fit in... So I've decided to become an escort lady!' Her father choked on his coffee, spraying it across the white marble bench top. Lily's mother burst into fits of laughter and had to hold onto her chair as Andrew's face slowly faded from an angry red to a chalky white.

'Marie, this isn't funny! Jeez, Petal, you really scared me for a second. Now, what news?'

Lily smiled. 'I made Head Girl!'

'Lily, that's wonderful news!' Her father hugged her and spun her around on the spot, 'My baby girl! Head Girl of the best witchcraft school in Europe!'

'Oh wow, I guess this makes you freakiest of the lot, huh?' Lily turned to see her sister Petunia sit at the table.

'Actually, it just means I'm better at turning people into frogs...' Lily said casually, watching her sister's face blanch in fear. 'Don't worry, Pet. I won't give you warts... Just think you'll fit right in with that toad Vernon.' She grinned as her sister frowned and glared at her.

'Lily, Petunia, stop it. You aren't going to see each other for months! Please at least try to be nice.'

After breakfast, Lily ran to her room and changed into white black mini dress, white tights and some black heels. She rushed around the room to do a last minute check, making sure that she didn't forget anything, and pulled her trunk out onto the landing, whoever proposed the no magic outside school laws, clearly never had to lug a trunk downstairs. Her father came up and helped her drag the heavy luggage down to the car.

An hour later they reached Kings Cross Station, Lily and her father got out and found a trolley whilst her mother parked the car. She still had 45 minutes to be on the train so she wasn't worried when her mother and Petunia had been gone for over five minutes.

She turned to speak to her father but quickly turned back to the road as she saw a familiar mess of black hair.

'Lily?'

If there is a God, he hates me, she thought, turning around to face the voice that she had spent the last six years loathing. James Potter was standing next to her father in a pair of tight muggle jeans and a plaid shirt. He held out his hand to her father. 'Mr Evans, it's a pleasure to meet you sir.'

Her father, who'd been looking on in interest, smiled widely, 'It's a pleasure to meet you too, eh...'

'James. James Potter.' At his introduction, Mr Evans began to laugh heartily, obviously remembering some of the rants that Lily had about this young man.

Lily frowned, 'What do you want Potter?'

'Lily, please be polite. He's making an effort to be civil.'

'Sorry, how may I help you, James?' She smiled, and frankly, it wasn't as hard as she thought it'd be.

Lily had to hold back a laugh as James perked up at the sound of his first name. He cleared his throat and looked bashful at the pavement, 'I just... I thought that I might... congratulate you on becoming Head Girl and... I'm looking forward to working with you this year.' He scurried off, red in the face, leaving Lily staring after him, completely confused.

James Potter? Head Boy? Oh gosh, this was going to be a long year.