Lily Evans ran a hand through her hair, watching Petunia scrub the iron pans inside the deep kitchen sink. Sunlight filled the kicthen, breaking through the tea-green curtains and highlighting the perspiration on her brow.

"Are you sure-"

"No!" She practically hissed "I'm capable of washing up in a normal manner. Thank you."

Lily shrugged and leant backwards, putting down her quill with a sigh "I don't see why you have to be so stubborn about-"

"I'm not being stubborn," She snapped "I'm being normal."

"Normal would be letting me do that for you."

"There is nothing normal about the way you would clean this pan." Petunia contradicted, her hair, so unlike her sister's, becoming slightly frizzier in the humidity of the summer evening.

"There is nothing nomal about the fact you won't let me help you." Lily answered sharply, but stood up from the round kitchen table and left the room, walking up to her bedroom and wishing she could control her temper.

With a deep sigh, she pulled up her flaming hair into a ponytail and collapsed onto the fluffy feather pillows of her bed.

After a few moments of inward raging at her sister's lack of effort with her, there was a light tap on her door.

"What?"

Mrs Evans entered, her head tilted to one side. In the bright evening sunlight, Lily could make out the feint wrinkles on her mother's forehead, and the way her emerald eyes looked exhausted, as if she'd finally surrendered in a battle she'd been fighting for years "Lily..."

"Don't tell me to try. I always try. I've been trying for seven years."

"She's just-"

"Jealous, yeah...so you've said." And then she sighed "I'm sorry."

"No you're right." Mary Evans pulled her auburn hair over her left shoulder and sighed "I'll have a word."

"There's no point." Lily shook her head "She's going to Vermin's tomorrow night...then I won't have to see her until Christmas."

"Vernon, Lily." Her mother corrected, biting back the traces of a smile.

Lily smirked and both female's jumped slightly at the sound of three sharp taps on the glass behind them. Lily leant backwards and flicked the brass hook with her index finger, allowing the window the swing open and the chocolate brown owl to hop inside.

"Hogwarts?"

Lily glanced at the emblem embedded into the scarlet wax seal and nodded "Yeah..."

The parchment rolled open to reveal the usual list of equipment needed with her ticket for the Hogwarts Express and her new prefect badge, which dropped onto her lap. She had started to roll it back up when her Mother stopped her.

"What's this?"

"What?"

She reached for the parchment turned it over, revealing a letter written on the other side.

Shrugging, Lily took it back and began to read.

To Miss Lily Evans,

After due considersation we have listed you as our Head Girl. Please find enclosed in this letter your new badge. You will need to meet with your co-worker for the year, the Head Boy in the Prefect Compartment on the Hogwart's Express at eleven o'clock sharp to lead the begining of year meeting. We have full confidence that you will excel and put any issues you may have behind you to work well in your final school year.

Congratulations and good luck,

Proffessor Minerva McGonagall.

"Merlin's pants." Lily breathed "I'm Head Girl!"

Her Mother squealed, and Lily inhaled the scent of a familiar perfume as she enveloped her in a huge hug, kissing her forehead "Oh, my baby!"

Chuckling slightly, Lily pulled away as her Mother left the room with promises of her favourite pudding.

The room was suddenly very quiet as she picked up the scarlet badge, realising that it didn't read 'Prefect' as she had thought, but instead 'Head Girl'.

She read over the letter a few more times, thinking the wording very strange. What issues could she possibly have with being half of the Head Student team?

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Basically, I'm doing a better version of my first Fanfiction which I wrote when I was thirteen. It'll be more accurate and less gushy...Please review :)