Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Every year the Hogwarts Express chugs on the way to Platform 9 and ¾. The same students return excluding the first years. Old friends reunite and new adventures begin. But after those 7 years you only hold onto the dearest friends and make your way into the world trying to find a career and maybe someone to love. That's only true for some…
A 5'3 girl quickly hugged her parents and ran through the brick wall into the magical world. Her dark auburn hair was swished in different directions from the windy skies. She quickly rushed into the cabins and pinned on her head girl button.
She was beginning her 7th year and trying desperately to avoid the infamous marauders who were constantly playing cruel pranks on her and her friends. The only reason she was set apart from the rest of the school was because James Potter, her sworn enemy liked her…really, really liked her.
She rushed in the direction of the Heads' Cabin, eager to see who the Head Boy was, considering she would be basically spending her entire year with this guy. Her first guess would have to be Remus Lupin, a very sensible marauder, and the nicest one.
"Hey Lils!" yelled Alice Pitts, a tall skinny blonde and fellow Gryffindor. "Where were you all summer?"
"I was visiting my relatives all over the U.K. I barely get to see them" replied the redhead after giving her best friend a hug.
"Hey you're head girl! I'm prefect!" cried Alice happily.
"Perfect, then we better get a seat in the Heads' Cabin where you gotta make a speech." Said Alice.
"Have you seen Courtney?" asked Lily
"Hey guys!" yelled a Gryffindor in a husky tone. She was of average height and very chunky with mousy brown hair. "Hey, wanna get a cabin?" she asked but was cut off by the ice cream she was chompin down on.
"Sorry, but I'm head girl and Alice is prefect. We gotta go meet in the Heads' Cabin to give the opening speech." Replied Lily regretfully.
Courtney nodded and sulked off into another cabin.
"Christ Almighty!" said Alice. "Should we monitor her diet like last year? She was doing so well and lost like 30 pounds last year! We worked hard with her and she just goes back to her old habits. We worked with her like all year!
"Calm down. It is her choice, but we'll talk to her later. I still need to see whose head boy". Said Lily
The two girls found the cabin and looked around the room where about ½ the prefects were. They were a little early and still waiting for others to come.
"Hey Remus." Greeted Lily. "You're Head Boy right?"
"Nope, I'm prefect." Replied Remus simply.
"Hey I'm prefect, too" interrupted Alice.
"Cool, then I'll show where Gryffindor sits" Alice and Remus headed towards the sitting leaving Lily alone and clueless.
"Hey Evans" said a familiar cocky voice, but nowhere in sight, until he spun around in his chair.
"What the hell are you doing here, Potter" questioned a frustrated Lily. " I have a speech to make and unless you can tell me who the head boy is, then get out of my way."
"Ok" he replied with one of his famous smiles that made Lily sick, but plenty of other girls melt. He ran his hand through his already messy hair, his signature motion.
"Ok? What's that supposed to mean?" asked Lily, her temper rising.
"I mean what do you want to make the speech on, Beautiful?" asked James teasingly.
"POTTER! SHUT UP!" screamed Lily.
"You'll probably want to see something." Said James and took something out of his pocket. "It says here I'm head boy".
"Yeah right. Let me see that" Lily grabbed the badge and fell silent.
"I'm gonna love this year." Said James leaning back in his chair.
Lily just stood there then pushed his chair farther back, causing him to fly backwards.
"Evans! What the hell was that that for?" asked a hurting James.
Lily didn't reply but simply walked away and went over the speech she was supposed to make.
James got up, rubbed his bruised back, and went over to Lily.
"We both have to make this speech and let's just get it over with." Said a solemn James.
Both of them went up, introduced themselves, and went over the rules that the prefects had to follow and the duties they were to perform.
After the prefects had left, Lily and James stayed back to clean up.
"See, that wasn't so bad, was it, Evans." Asked James
"No"
"You know where you are staying in the castle, right?" asked James, his voice filled with mischief.
"Where" replied Lily with a slight fear.
"You'll find out a little later. Dumbly will tell us after the meal. Oh yea, we're meeting with him in his office after the feast and the password in Butterbeer.
"See ya later, Evans." Said James smiling happily.
Lily met Alice and Courtney in the Great Hall and began looking for her other best friend Katrina.
"Lily!" called a raven-haired Gryffindor. She was a tiny girl, only 5'0, but very powerful when she got too mad. That was one of the things she and Lily had in common. Ironically she was James' cousin. The only thing they had in common was Quidditch. She was Chaser and James was Beater and Captain for the last 3 years.
"Hey!" yelled Lily rushing to her favorite friend and giving her a giant hug.
"Soo, head girl. Special privileges and I just happen to be best friends with you…" said Katrina mischievously.
"Maybe…we'll talk about that later". Replied Lily.
They all caught up, talking about their summers and Lily could tell Katrina was somewhat different.
Lily pulled her aside to question her little friend herself.
"So, what happened?"
"What do you mean?" answered Katrina innocently.
"There's something different about you. Spill"
"Well", started Katrina looking at her feet. " I spent two weeks at Aunt Marie and Uncle Chris's house this summer. And I kinda have a crush on somebody."
"How badly? Who!" whispered Lily excitedly.
"Really bad. And the guy is, umm, well, ya know….errrr…."
"WHO!"
"MMMMM" mumbled Katrina
"WHO!"
"MMMM" mumbled Katrina
"WHO!" yelled Lily, shaking Katrina
"Sirius."
"WHAT!" cried Lily in disbelief.
"Hey Evans!" called James from behind her. " We're gonna be late for our meeting."
Lily had no choice but to go with James, but glanced her friend a last disbelieving face.
