A/N: This is my new Harry Potter story. Some of you may be asking, 'Why?'... my old one, "A Marauder's Tale" is until further notice discontinued. I spent a long time and lots of work on five or six chapters, with only three reviews, all from the earlier chapters. Finally, I decided until someone asked me to continue it, I would start fresh. And so comes my new story. Below there is a more accurate and descriptive summary of what this story is about, and you may read it or skip it if you wish. I thank you in advance to review and tell me what you think, for an author, even if only a fanfiction author, is nothing without their readers. I will stick to the original storyline I have planned for this, but will take in account your ideas and if I decide to use them I will say so in the chapter, and dedicate that chapter to those who's ideas I have used. This does not guarantee I will use your ideas and it is possible I never will, especially if it means interfering with my preplanned thoughts for this story, but I may, and even if I don't, I like reading your reviews. Whether long and promising, or short, sweet and to the point, I enjoy every second spent reading them and if you are unsigned, and leave an email I will reply personally from email as I do with my Fantastic Four story. The title of this story, you may have guessed, is because you, the reader, are turning back time so to speak, to when Lily, James, Remus, Sirius, Peter hiss, and so many others, were first going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Disclaimer: Sad as it is to say, I don't own Harry Potter, meaning the characters whose name you recognize from the Harry Potter books are not mine. Unless it's just the last name you are familiar with, then it is possible I created the first name and that character is a relative of someone from the actual HP books. I don't think you really thought that I owned this, though.

Full Summary: Travel back to a time when Harry Potter had not been born, to a time when Voldemort's reign was fresh and new, more terrifying then ever, to a time when Lily and James Potter hated each others guts. Travel, in fact, to their first year at Hogwarts... in fact, from the very first moment that young Lily Evans gets her letter, and possibly, to James and Lily's terribly tragic death. This story will take you through the fun memories, the sad memories, the anger, sadness, love, danger, and of course, tragic times that Lily, her best friends at school, and the Marauder's (James' group of friends... what an odd name to be called by, don't you think?) share together, alone, but always, with friends by their side. And really, isn't the richest gift of all the gift of one's friendship? For without our friends, we are nothing. And in this story, that is more true then most know today.

Time-Turner

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Chapter One: Letter of Acceptance

Lily Evans, for as long as anyone had known her, was a bright and brilliant girl, full of fire and witty remarks. Even as a young child, she had sometimes outsmarted her elders, and while this displeased some, it impressed even more. She had a natural knack for knowledge, of any sort. That's why her parents had reviewed several schools for her to attend — for some, she was too smart, and the schools wouldn't challenge her— others, would be hard to get into even with her knowledge. It would take determination more so then knowledge to get into those schools.

That is why the day that Lily got her letter from Hogwarts, unknown to her, her parents hid it. They didn't believe it, thought it to be a cock and bull story, and so, Lily never knew. This story begins, on the day Lily got her letter of acceptance... but not her acceptance to the school we know as Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but instead, to a private school in Paris, for the most brilliant children around the world. It was an honor to get accepted into such a school. But even before knowing of Hogwarts, Lily did not like it.

The day she got her letter of acceptance started as any other summer's day. She woke up with the sun shining in her room, birds singing outside, and the smell of freshly baked muffins lingering in the air. It was a gorgeous day indeed. Lily got out of her bed and, after stretching, made her bed and walked down the stairs, still in her pyjama's. Her mother was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. Her sister was still in bed... how she could sleep so late on such a beautiful day, Lily didn't know. She didn't care. Sitting down at the table, Lily looked out the window and saw the postman coming.

"Oh, the postman, I better— " Mrs Evans started, but Lily cut her off.

"Its alright, mum, I'll go get the mail." Lily gave her a kiss on the cheek and walked outside. She looked at the mail... bills, postcard from her Auntie Meryl, and a thick, heavy envelope made of yellowish parchment, the address wrote in emerald green. Not accustomed to getting letters, Lily never even considered looking to see who it was for. Quite often, it was for her sister from her friends who were on vacation in some classy, foreign country. So, as she always did, she dropped the mail on the little table near the counter in the kitchen, and sat down to the breakfast that was now at her seat of the table.

"What mail was there sweetie?" Mrs Evans asked absently, preparing a plate to put in the microwave for Petunia, when she finally did wake up. Lily poked at some scrambled eggs on her plate.

"Oh, just the usual." Lily replied. They ate their breakfast pretty much in silent, as they usually did during a peaceful day, but just before they finished, their wonderful silence was broken by a loud thump, a scream, and the sound of a thousand shoes stampeding down the stairs.

"Petunia's up," Mrs Evans replied, sipping at her coffee. Lily smiled. Funny as it was, it did get tiring. Petunia would as usual complain of how nobody ever woke her up, and Lily as usual would be forced to 'kindly' inform her that every time they did try to wake her, she screamed at them claiming it was 'too early' or that the sunshine 'dried out her perfect skin' despite the fact that it was only a tiny strip of sunlight, as Petunia's curtains were always at all times closed, unless she was gone and Mrs Evans decided to clean it up.

"WHY DIDN'T ANYONE WAKE ME UP!" Petunia shouted, attacking her hair with a brush. Her hair was always hideous in the morning. Lily sighed. It had been like this every morning this week, for whatever reason.

Petunia, as opposed to Lily, was not as bright. She wasn't stupid, just... not the brightest crayon, either. She too was expecting a letter of acceptance, but Lily thought it was very doubtful she would get in to the school she wished to. It was likely that Petunia would wind up going to the school their mother had gone to, and that would be that.

"Sorry, Petunia, but you see..." Lily started, but stopped when Petunia glared at her.

"No, I don't see. Did my letter come in?" Petunia directed at her mother, excitedly. She saw that the post had come, and she really hoped that in the post was also her letter. However, her face and her entire mood lost its excitement when her mother shook her head.

"Sorry, Petunia. Lily dear, there is a letter for you," Mrs Evans replied, pulling out one of the letters — and only one — and handing it to Lily. Confused, Lily turned it over, looking at the return address. It was from one of the schools she had applied for. Opening the letter, she read it... and dropped it on the table. She forced a smile... it was the greatest school out of them all that she had applied for. She handed it to her mother, who quickly read it and shrieked. Petunia glared at Lily, but planted her usual fake smile on her face as she got her breakfast.

"Oh Lily dear that's just wonderful! Oh I knew you'd get accepted, you're so smart, and beau— " Mrs Evans was cut off by a slamming sound. Petunia had dropped her breakfast on the counter and left the house, slamming the door shut. Mrs Evans looked worried, but put a smile on her face for Lily. It was then that Lily saw her mother hadn't opened the other letter, the one with the emerald green ink on it.

"Mum, what's that letter?" Lily asked, nodding towards the one still on the table. Mrs Evans smiled weakly and shoved it in her purse.

"Nothing, Lily, just some junk mail. I do want to look it over, but not now. Unfortunately dear I have a hair appointment today so I have to go, but we'll all go out to dinner tonight to celebrate alright?" Mrs Evans replied. Lily nodded and went into the living room and turned on the TV.

Mrs Evans opened up the other letter in the car, and gasped. She had feared it was a letter of acceptance from another school, and this was even worse. It wasn't a school that taught mathematics and science, nor did it teach music or history. It taught witchcraft, and that just wouldn't do. She ripped the letter up into tiny little pieces and threw it out the window as she pulled out of the driveway. Unknown to her, Lily had been watching through the window. Curious about her mothers odd behavior, Lily walked outside and looked at the ripped up pieces of the letter. She saw, very clearly, her first and last name, and gasped. A letter for her? But why would her mother say it was junk? Unless she didn't want me to see it... but why? Lily thought to herself. She was sure that she would find out later, because she would question her mother about it... in the morning the next day, as she didn't want her father or sister to know about it.

Petunia returned home late in the afternoon, and was very giddy for some reason. Lily didn't ask, as she had recently learned that her sister had taught herself how to tune out Lily's voice entirely. It would only be a waste of her own time if she did ask, so why bother? Her mother came home around five in the afternoon, and acted so normal that Lily was a little disappointed. She had hoped that her mother would at least act awkward around Lily, avoid her look, something to show that she was feeling an odd feeling in her stomach from keeping the letter from Lily. But instead, her mother was warmer then ever, and told Lily's father when he came home from work about Lily being accepted into the greatest school in all of Britain. Her father was of course ecstatic... it seemed that everyone other then Petunia and Lily were excited about Lily's acceptance into Timeless Britain, the oldest, greatest schools of all Britain.

"Well Lily, this celebration is for you, so where do you want to go?" Mr Evans asked. Lily shrugged and told them to pick. She didn't really care. All she cared about was that her mother was hiding something from her, and she intended to find out what.

The next morning, Lily woke up later then she had wished. Racing down the stairs, she sat at the table and looked around. She didn't see any mail lying around, so she prayed that it was because the post had not yet arrived. Sure enough, while her mother was mixing up blueberry pancakes, the postman arrived and dropped off the mail. Lily told her mother she would get it, and slowly left the room, making sure not to act too suspicious. She didn't want her mother to think anything was up.

Outside, Lily opened up the box their mail was in. Another postcard, this one from her grandmother, a letter from her fathers penpal, and... yes, it was the same letter from yesterday! Same colour of envelope, same coloured ink, same thickness, and it was addressed to her in the same writing. She hid it in her pocket and took the rest of the mail inside to her mother.

"Oh, your grandmother said she caught some wonky fish on her holidays, she sent a picture look, its rather sickly," Mrs Evans replied absentmindedly. Lily nodded, and gulped down her breakfast that her mother had set down on the table before her. She told her mother she was going upstairs to change, and she locked her bedroom door behind her. Sitting on her bed, she pulled out the letter that had been sent again to her. She slowly, carefully opened it, trying not to make too much noise. She was afraid Petunia would hear.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)

Dear Ms Evans,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts

School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all

necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await our owl by no

later than 31 July.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Lily read it over and over again, positive that somehow she had misread it. Witchcraft? Wizardry? Owl? What did all of this mean? She looked more in the envelope and saw there was even a list of school supplies. Actual books and even her ticket was inside! Suddenly she saw the doorknob on her door start to turn and she went to shove the letter under her pillow but the door opened. Lily groaned... oh no I forgot the lock was broken! Lily thought to herself. Her mother saw the letter and sighed.

"Lily, hand me that letter please," her mother replied. Lily, for the first time in her life, disobeyed her mother and hid the letter behind her back.

"Why did you hide this from me yesterday, mum? It was addressed to me. It was to be read by ME. WHY DID YOU RIP IT UP?" Lily shouted. Her mother sat down on Lily's bed, sighing. Lily sat down on her chair near her desk, keeping her distance from her mother.

"Lily, sweetheart, I just don't think this school is even real! I mean, witchcraft? Come off it, its just a way to get someone suckered into spending their money on this probably very expensive school. You got accepted into the greatest school in all of Britain, Lily. You are really a bright girl, so intelligent... why waste your talents at a school you never even applied for? I didn't want you to waste your talents at a school that doesn't even teach the necessary classes... I mean really, I saw the school supply list, a transfiguration book? Charms? Its ridiculous!" Mrs Evans reasoned. Lily got up and opened her door, running out with her letter. Right now, she didn't want to be with her mother. Sure, it was odd, and possibly not even real, but it was up to HER to decide what she did with her future, and her mother had lied to her. Kept this from her. It wasn't like her mother, and it wasn't right. Lily ran outside to the back yard and went up into her tree house that her father had built her when she was little, and she looked at the book list, at the letter, at her ticket.

This has to be real. How would they manage to send an actual train ticket if it wasn't? Platform 9 3/4... I don't think that's even an actual platform at the train station, but... I don't want to go to the school everyone expects me to go to. I don't even like that school! Its full of stuck up people who act superior if they even have .1 IQ level ahead of someone else, and its sad. I just want to go to a school where not everyone is smart and intelligent. I don't want to be surrounded by intelligent people, what if I'm not as brilliant as everyone thinks I am? But how on earth will I get mum to let me go to this Hogwarts school, if it turns out it isn't a hoax? Oh... I just don't know. Maybe... if I asked dad... no, he wouldn't go for that either. Petunia wouldn't help me if her life depended on it, and I can't let her know I don't want to go to Timeless Britain, I mean what kind of name is that anyways? Oh... what am I going to do!

A/N: Well that was a bit shorter then I wanted it to be, but it is done, complete, and now I want you guys who read this to review! Give me a shout out and tell me what you think. And if you liked my other Harry Potter story, I WILL restart it and continue it if I am asked very nicely. I only temporarily discontinued it due to the appearance of lack of reader interest, so if I think someone is interested in reading it I will gladly continue for them.