The tapping of feet on my window was what woke me up. I sprung out of bed to let my owl, Nibbles, in before he woke up Petunia. My parents would be just as excited as I was to have gotten my last years letter from Hogwarts. That thought stopped me short as I took the envelope from Nibbles. It was going to be my last year at Hogwarts. Where had all the time gone? I still remembered the day that Professor McGonagall had appeared on our front porch to explain to me and my parents that I wasn't the normal kid that we had all thought I was. Of course I already knew all of the details about Hogwarts and magic, my friend Severus had told me years before, but I had kept it from my parents. They found it surprising to learn all about me.

That had taken place six years ago and within those six years so much had happened. I spent most of my days at Hogwarts and when I wasn't there I was wishing I was there. I had learned a lot of magic and then just two years ago I had lost my best friend. Severus and I had had quite the fight. He had called me the worst name that anybody could call a muggle born. He had call me a Mud-blood. After that I had started to realize that Severus and I were just heading down different paths. He was hanging out with a bunch of students that called themselves Death Eaters and were supporting a man who called himself Lord Voldemort. I tried not to think about Voldemort too much, he had gone on a killing spree as of late and I was starting to believe that he might actually get what he wanted, terror from the whole wizarding world.

Bringing myself back to the present I opened up my letter from Hogwarts. The envelope looked a little bit fatter than normal and to my surprise the first thing that my fingers touched when I reached inside the envelope was metal. I pulled out a badge that had the words Head girl inscribed on it. Me, head girl? That couldn't be possible. I was muggle born! But there it was cold in my hands.

"Lily? Time to wake up!" My mom said bursting into my room. She took a minute to study me and then said. "What is that, dear?"

I still couldn't believe it so I just held it up. My mom hadn't put her glasses on yet so she had to come up close to see what it said. "Head Girl, honey that's amazing. What exactly does that mean in the wizarding community?"

"I'm not exactly sure, mom. I haven't read my letter yet."

"Well, go ahead and read it and you can bring the news down to the breakfast table. Your father and I are heading into London today on business but maybe we could drop you off at the Leaky Cauldron so you can get your stuff." With that she left my room. I guess it's fair to admit that I was a little nervous to look at the letter and see what my new found powers would lead to, so instead I briefly glanced around my room.

Until the age of 11 I had prided myself in being different. Where Petunia, my older sister always wanted to be normal I was happy that I was different. I could make flowers open and shut just by thinking about it. I loved it. And as I looked around my room I could tell that that part of me hadn't changed. I had a chest that sat at the end of my bed that was wide open. It was mostly empty although at the bottom there was a variety of cards with pictures of famous witches and wizards moving on them, that was my chocolate frog card collection. Then there was Nibbles cage which sat on my desk. The part of my desk that wasn't taken over by the cage was covered with papers with little bits of writing on them that probably would make no sense to the average muggle. Those were my notes from school. On my nightstand was a picture of my class at Hogwarts when we were all first years. We were all moving around on it and it made me smile everytime I looked at it. I stood by a boy with crazy brown hair in the picture he kept trying to put his arm around me, not in a romantic sort of way (we were only eleven), but in a friend kind of way. I kept pushing his arm back at him and then his friends that stood by him silently laughed.

I laughed whenever I looked at the picture because I was proud of my younger self even then I didn't particularly like James Potter. I mean I never hated him I had no reason to. I had never really appreciated his bullying, but he was sweet in his terribly annoying, immature way. James had taken to asking me out whenever he got the chance.

"Hey Evans, want to go out with me?" I remembered him asking one night at about two in the morning the night before a big final that I was stressed about and had stayed up late studying for until I was almost dead on my feet.

"I will if you go out with me Evans." James replied once when I had told him to go away when I was having a rather bad day.

And then probably the one that had made me laugh the most was on the last day of school last year, I had been walking with one of my best girl friends, Anna, when suddenly from above I heard "Lily Evans!" I craned my neck to look up and saw James floating above me on his broom.

By this time I just found most of his invitations hilarious so I returned with "James Potter!"

"I was thinking we could meet up this summer and go to Diagon Alley." It was probably one of the most sincere that I had heard so far. "And you know maybe share a shake and even end up falling in love."

I started to laugh and so did Anna. "Potter, that's never going to happen." We continued walking and he still flew above us.

"Come on, Evans. Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?" Me and Anna had been watching where we were walking so we had altered our course but James hadn't been watching where he was flying.

"No."

"Ple... AHHH!" Right then was when the Whomping Willow struck. It would have been really horrible except that James tried his hardest not to get hit the tree again and in the process got struck three more times. Anna and I were laughing our heads off.

Back in the present I also noticed my wand that was sitting on my nightstand. I never quite understood why I always placed it there, but for some reason I did. It didn't make sense because I wasn't allowed to use magic outside school, but sometimes when I was feeling a little down I would hold onto it. I found that holding it made me feel more safe.

Finally I sighed and resigned myself to look at the letter. It was mostly the same as all of the other years the only big difference was.

"We are pleased to inform you that the Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, has chosen you out of all your classmates to be Head Girl. We are sure you will rise to the occasion. Your duties will include consulting with the Head Boy on the Hogwarts Express and setting up patrols of the train as well as meeting with the headmaster after the opening feast to receive the rest of your instructions." I sighed it didn't look I like I was going to be getting anymore information than that. So with that I put my letter and badge into my purse and changed for the day.

When I arrived at the breakfast table Petunia stood up. I looked at her plate and realized that she had just barely touched her food and she was already leaving. It didn't surprise me summers had been hard ever since Petunia and I had had our row right before my first year at Hogwarts. I wasn't mad at her, but she still thought I was a freak. So whenever I walked in a room she promptly walked out. The first two summers my parents didn't notice the change they were too absorbed in asking me questions about school. The next two summers they tried to get us to make up. And then the last two summers they had given up.

"Petunia!" barked my father. "Sit!" She glared at me. In truth I felt bad for her. Petunia was an exceptionally bright young lady that always got good grades in her school, she was mostly nice to everybody (or had been), and she never got the attention she deserved from our parents. I knew why it was because I was the odd one in the family, but they didn't think I was odd I was special and that made me more interesting in their eyes. Petunia's life was just normal the same thing happened everyday.

"Lily has an announcement don't you dear?" my mom cooed. I wish that she could keep it to herself. Petunia didn't need to hear how I was exceptional even among the people she called freaks.

"Yes, Petunia has a boyfriend." It shot out of my mouth and I couldn't call it back. I was trying to direct some attention towards her, trying to be nice really, but once I said it I knew how it would be taken that I was spying on her. Which I hadn't been I had gone out to get mother her groceries when I had seen Petunia with the man, holding hands.

"You do?" asked my mom turning to her. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"Because he's not coming over." she snapped. "Can I go now?"

"No." said my mother. "Tell the other news, Lily."

"Fine. Igotheadgirlathogwarts." I said it really quietly and really fast.

"What?" asked my father.

Might as well get it over with. "I got Head Girl at Hogwarts." I said.

"Oh that's great." boomed my father. I was then bombarded with thousands of questions only like two I could answer. I watched as Petunia silently snuck out of the room and for the first time in my life I wish that I was her.