Disclaimer:I own nothing except for the characters you don't know and the plot. The title of this story is lyrics from the Killer's song "Mr. Brightside" :D Song lyrics is Metamorphosis by Hilary Duff.

It Was Only A Kiss
Chapter One
Metamorphosis

Watching the butterfly
Go towards the sun
I wonder what I will become (I wonder what I'll become)

Metamorphosis
Whatever this is
Whatever I'm going through
Come on and give me a kiss
Come on, I insist
I'll be something new
A metamorphosis

--Hilary Duff "Metamorphosis"

I was only eight years old when I moved into my aunt and uncle's house. My dad had just passed away from a Muggle disease called Cancer. He refused to have magic heal it. If he was to die, then it was his time. I believed he wanted to be with mum. She died five years ago after giving birth to my brother, Jacob.

My Aunt Becky and Uncle Scott were happy to have my brother and me. They couldn't have kids of their own and treated us like we were really theirs. Sometimes, I think they actually forgot we were their niece and nephew. I loved them like my parents and on Mother's Day and Father's Day, I would give them presents before heading to the cemetery to lay flowers or something for my parents.

When I first moved into the giant mansion, I was scared. Magic was everywhere and there were so many rooms. Much different then what my dad had us living in for five years. He was a Muggle and so I was not used to so much magic. My room was huge and frightening at night and the yard was so big it was intimidating. Like, if I walked out too far, I'd lose sight of the house and never find my way back.

I remembered standing in the driveway holding my brother's hand. He was only five and most likely more frightened then me. We were just gazing at the place that we were to call home. That was when I first met James Potter.

Really, I was surprised that a kid my age and was a wizard, lived next door. He was riding a toy broomstick when I first saw him. His toes brushing the top of the grass and going no higher. His messy jet black hair and those glasses that hid his pretty, hazel eyes were just like his father's. He wouldn't have noticed me if I had giggled when he crashed into the side of the house. He stood up, looking dazed and spotted me. He laughed, too, and came running over.

"My name is James!" he said eagerly.

"Libby," I had replied.

"You're my new best friend, okay?" James asked grabbing my hand and pulling me towards his house.

We were best friends after that, too. We did almost everything together and was closer then anything. I was the sister James never had and he was the brother I wish I could have. We thought that even at Hogwarts, no one could split us up. The day we got our letters we were jumping about and in Diagon Alley, we couldn't get to a store fast enough. We met Remus Lupin then. James accidently knocked him over in Flourish and Blots. The poor kid had so many books, he was almost crushed. But that didn't matter, because James adopted him as a friend, too—in the same minute.

Then, the train ride came.

"Mum, what would happen if we missed the train?" James had asked as we hurried across King's Cross to Platform 9 3/4.

"You would miss an exciting part of your first year, but we'd get you to school somehow," Sandra Potter explained. We stopped in front of the brick wall between Platforms 9 and 10. I gulped. How were we supposed to get through without hurting ourselves?

"Who wants to go first?" my Aunt Becky asked. James and I looked at one another.

"I will!" James finally said. He pushed his trolley to face the wall. Then paused, "I just ran straight at it?"

"Excuse me!" someone called. We all looked up and saw a pretty red head with amazing green eyes pushing a trolley our way. She had a trunk and owl and looked nervous and confused. A woman and man who resembled the girl were following her closely, looking confused.

"Yes?" Becky asked when the girl had reached us.

"Um, well, I'm having trouble . . . " the girl's voice trailed off and looked at her owl, to mine.

"You need to get on the Platform?" James asked in this dreamy voice. He had this goofy grin on. I giggled and elbowed James in the ribs. He came out of his trance and blushed, running a hand through his hair, something he only did when nervous.

"Well, yes. I'm Muggle-born. The process was never explained to me," the girl said. Sandra smiled.

"All you have to do is run through the wall between nine and ten. Sadly, Muggles cannot get on the Platform themselves," she said, looking at the girl's parents. They quickly said good-bye to their daughter with words of encouragement and I love yous.

"Okay, James, go ahead," his mother said once the girl's parents stepped
aside. James looked at the wall and then looked at the girl. He got this cocky grin on, one I've seen too much, and started running towards the wall when no Muggles were looking. Then he was gone. The girl gasped.

"Libby, do you want to go?" Sandra asked. I nodded and followed James onto the platform. I was amazed when I slid through the wall and was standing before the scarlet Hogwarts express. James was suddenly by my side.

"Did you see that girl?" he asked, his eyes glazing over, "She was so perfect,"

"Aw, how cute, little Jimmy is in love," I cooed. James blushed again. Twice in five minutes. He never blushes.

My aunt and his mother were by us seconds later. After Sandra convinced her son that the girl had gotten on the Platform just fine, we started our way towards the train to find a capartment. I don't think my aunt wanted to let me go and Sandra was crying that her baby boy is growing up. I noticed a rather good looking boy, most likely my age, snickering. I saw that the woman who was most likely his mother, staring at Sandra Potter like she was a disgusting disease. I glared at the boy and he caught my eye. He turned away, no longer laughing.

The train whistle blew and James and I hurried onto the train, pulling our trunks as we went. They were quite heavy. We found a capartment with the red headed girl and Remus Lupin and sat down. Waving to our guardians as the train
started moving. Then we sat back.

"Hi, I'm Libby Cullen," I said holding my hand out towards the red head.
She smiled.

"Lily Evans," she replied, "I love your hair,"

I made a face. I always had this really curly hair. Sometimes, like it was then, my curls would poof out making my head look three times it's size. I hated it then, of course, I learned to tame it after a while and would never trade my curls for anything. Maybe my eyesight though. I have these really thick and large glasses. They never stayed on my face no matter what I did, and would always fly off my face. Nothing kept my glasses on.

"I'm James Potter," James said pushing me and grabbing Lily's hand. He kissed it, "Pleasure to meet you,"

"Um, you too," Lily said, pulling her hand from James's.

"Excuse James," I said, "He just wants to impress you,"

James scowled at me and ran a hand through his hair once more and I grinned. I looked at Remus, "How have you been?"

"Fine. I fell ill the other day though. I was afraid I wouldn't get to come to Hogwarts," Remus said with a weak smile. He still looked a little pale.

The capartment door suddenly opened. I looked up to see the boy that was laughing at James before. I glared at him, but couldn't help but notice that he
was even better looking up close.

"Can I sit here?" he asked, "Everywhere else is full,"

"Yeah," James said moving over for the boy. The boy sat down and crossed his arms over his chest. We all sat in an awkward silence.

"I'm James," James finally said holding out his hand, "James–"

"Potter," the boy said, "I know,"

"Yeah. Well, this is Libby Cullen, Lily Evans, and Remus Lupin," James said
pointing to each of us. We all waited for the boy to say who he was, but he just stared at each of us.

"You're supposed to state your name, now," I said crossing my arms over my own chest. The boy looked at me. He lingered on my glare for a while and then he smiled. It was a very nice smile, I noted.

"Sirius," he said shortly.

He never told us his last name and we didn't bother asking. Once he smiled, it was like all the tension in the capartment broke. We started talking and laughing like old friends. Of course, Lily was a bit shy, especially with James asking her if he could check her out without his library card and if it hurt when she fell from heaven. We played a small game of truth or dare. It was difficult since we couldn't do many dares. We didn't know each other well enough. So mostly, we learned a lot about each other. I was friends with Lily by the time the train came to a stop. This Sirius, though, I wasn't sure of. He was making fun of me most of the ride.

James didn't seem to like this boy much, either. Every one of Sirius's jokes was directed at me almost. He made fun of my glasses, which was an insult to James too, who wore a more stylish pair. He made fun of my hair, which I had tried hard to make presentable this morning. He made fun of my clothes, which were normal Muggle clothes. He made fun of the way I talk, laugh, smile, and even the way I would snap at him. I hated him by the end of the ride and I never hate people.

"What was that guy's problem?" I asked James when we were in the boats that Hagrid led us to. Lily and Remus were chatting excitedly in front of us.

"I don't know, but he seemed to think everything about you was funny," James shrugged, "Don't worry, I saw him standing with his mother on the Platform. He's a Black. I won't be surprised if he's in Slytherin,"

"Welcome to Hogwarts," a stern looking witch with black hair pulled into a tight bun said, "I am Professor Mcgonagall. You will join the feast momentarily, but first you must be sorted into one of the four houses; Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Slytherin. Your house will be like your family during your stay at Hogwarts. You will spend free time in your house common room and attend classes with your house peers. The sorting will begin shortly," Mcgonagall disappeared for a moment. In the corner of my eye I saw Sirius looking a bit sick. He smirked when he saw me looking and I glared, turning my face right at him.

Mcgonagall came back and led the way into the Great Hall. I will never forget that feeling when I walked in. All the other classes watching with curiosity and the ceiling. I love that ceiling. The night sky was beautiful and clear, stars
shined brightly in the moonless sky. I grinned at James and he grinned back.

We stopped and the hat sang a song. I listened with interest and when it ended, names began to be called.

"Anderson, Morgan,"

A girl with blond hair walked forward with a bounce in her step. She went to Ravenclaw.

"Austin, Cole,"

A boy with light brown hair went up. He looked nervous, but when the hat shouted for him to join the Hufflepuff table, he looked so relieved.

Names went on. Then, "Black, Sirius"

Sirius went up and sat down. I noticed he threw a nervous glance at the Slytherin table. I noticed the Slytherins looked excited and all the other tables looked at one another with . . . fear? Fear of what, another Slytherin? Or was it because the Noble House of Black was one of the darkest families in the Wizarding World? Sirius Black was seated on the bench for the longest time so far. Slytherins began whispering to each other.

"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat yelled.

The entire hall went still. The Slytherins were glaring at Sirius Black and the Gryffindors looked like they didn't know whether to clap or gasp. I saw the shocked and fearful look in Sirius's face as he walked to the table acting like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. It took a minute for Mcgonagall to remember she had to call out the next name. Daniel Burns, who went to Slytherin. Then Ben Carlson who went to Ravenclaw. I zoned out until—

"Cullen, Libby,"

My mouth suddenly went dry and my insides disappeared. James gave me an encouraging smile and I walked forward. Was it just me, or were my shoes squeaking really loudly? I had a chocolate frog on the train, what if chocolate was on my face? James would have told me, wouldn't he? My glasses fell, but I caught them and pushed them back on my face. I told myself to calm down as I took a seat on the stool and Mcgonagall put the hat on my head.

"Hmm, Cullen?" the hat said, it startled me, but then I relaxed, "I remember your mother. She was a bright witch. In Ravenclaw. You would do well there, but you have a lot of your Aunt's bravery and loyalty, too. Yet, Hufflepuff would suit you too. Never will you make it in Slytherin. Clever as you are, it would not do. Now, where to put you? Yes, I know where to put you. I can't interfere with fate now, can I? You'll go to . . . GRYFFINDOR!"

I smiled, though confused about that who fate comment, and jumped from the stool. I skipped toward the Gryffindor table and took a seat, shaking hands with other Gryffindors. I watched the rest of the sorting. Lily was sorted into Gryffindor and took a seat next to me. Then Frank Longbottom. Remus came along, too, and then a girl pretty named Kirsten Meyer. And then twins, Susan and Samantha Orrin. They glared at me, Lily, and this Kirsten for some reason as they took a seat. Then came Peter Pettigrew and James. He looked so proud to be sorted in Gryffindor. And then finally, Once the sorting was over, Dumbledore stood up, smiling.

"Welcome back old comer and welcome new comers! I hope you all had an eventful holiday. I won't bore you with my speech while you're distracted by your stomachs. So, enjoy!"

Food filled the dished. I pushed my glasses up and started to fill my plate. Peter Pettigrew started eating like his life depended on it.

I can't tell you what happened while we ate, but by the end of the night. Lily, Kirsten, and me all became friends. We had a lot in common and I knew we were going to be best friends all through Hogwarts. I didn't say much to James during the feast, but he had somehow started talking to Sirius Black, Remus, and Peter Pettigrew. They were suddenly just as friendly as I was with my new friends.

It was after that first night that things got weird between James and me. Lily hated James till 4th year. She would always drag me away when I was talking to James. Even when she started to return her feelings for James, she wouldn't admit it till the end of 5th year and that was only to Kirsten and me. So, whenever Lily was around, I doubted to ever get a good conversation out of James without him asking her out or them fighting.

Then there was Black. By the end of first year, he had become the brother James has always wanted. Yes, James and I were still close, but I always tried to avoid Black. James and Black were never apart. So, he got between mine and James's friendship. I felt bad, but we tried. We kept no secrets from one another. I knew all the 'Marauders' secrets and he knew all the secrets between my friends. It kept us closer and we were always there when the other needed someone to talk to.

Like when my first and only boyfriend broke up with me. It was at the end of my 5th year, last year. I still had those stupid glasses and my hair was still hard to tame. He was a year older then me and a Ravenclaw. I thought he was so sweet and we went out for four months. Until he tried to get down my pants and I realized he had used me. He even said as I walked out "The ugly ones always are the ones who'll go out with anyone." James kicked his ass for me.

Lily and Kirsten decided to prove to the jerk wrong. I wasn't ugly, according to them, I just hid my beauty. So, they got rid of my glasses and got me contacts. Then they taught me how to put make-up on carefully and properly. They even tamed my hair. Permanently. It took a bunch of spell books about hygiene. Now my curls were loose, bouncy, and gorgeous. They bought me proper moisturizers and a whole new wardrobe. All this in the first week of summer. James said that no work needed to be done on me when he saw me. That was once he got over his shock of the new me. He said I was beautiful and I knew that James was being honest with me.

Now Fate was about to make its move . . .

A/N:I know, it's a bit boring, but it gets better. I just wanted to give you a little bit of history on Libby's life.
I have got this same story on .com Please don't review saying I have copied or that someone else has copied my story because they haven't; it's just me with the same story on 2 different websites.
DO NOT send me reviews that are telling me that a character is out of character or that i have spelling/grammer errors. I know I do and try my best to keep them from happening.
Oh and though this is in Marauder Era, a lot of the things will sound modern. Like their clothes and the way they talk. So, it's like a modern day Marauder story. If you know what i mean.