Note: I don't own Harry Potter

Author's Note: I'm writing a fic, and this time, its not a…satire…like my last. I'm writing this on NO sleep. Seriously…I don't remember effing sleep…at all? It's the holiday season and I'm running on cookies for energy…no sleep, though….And this may suck, but I'm going to try my very best. Thanks!

Chapter 1 – Meet Lily, Flower-Child & Goddess

Lily Evans walked down the streets of the quiet suburban town of Elm Park, London in a relaxed, slow fashion. The 16 year old girl, although she seemed ordinary, was more far different than most of the citizens. She was a witch.

She had been living in this small, muggle town all her life with her mother and father, and her summer vacation had just begun a week ago. Muggles were non-magic people; they were absolutely unaware of its existence. The date was July 1st, and she was completely content with her life.

Lily had just completed her 6th year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry. It was a magic school deep in the unknown woodlands of England. A large and magnificent school, Lily had made it her home when she was just 11 years old.

She had received her letter of acceptance by, of all things, Owl Post. This was the way mail was sent in the wizarding world: owls carried letters to you. Actually, Lily's mother had received the letter when a large, gray owl had swooped into her kitchen one summer evening. It was then that her mother and father had realized that the magical roots of their great ancestors had been passed on to their youngest daughter, Lillian Audria Evans. They gladly allowed Lily to attend the school, proudly supporting her. Their older daughter, Petunia, wasn't as willing to comprehend or accept Lily's magic. Mr. And Mrs. Evans, however, didn't see anything but sibling rivalry in the way that the two sisters argued. They usually ignored that.

Lily had always been bright. In fact, she had been the top in her class in her primary education in Elm Park and had already become a prefect by her 6th Class. She excelled in arithmetic, French, history, and literature. She studied a lot, but her memory and ability to retain information had always been meticulous. When she entered Hogwarts, she had promised her parents that she would continue her "muggle" education during the summers, when she was at home. She was 16 now, and she had just completed her secondary school education. Since she had a special private tutor, she had graduated earlier than most British teenagers who graduated at 17.

What was more, Lily could drive now too. Of course, this wasn't nearly as thrilling as the privilege of apparating when a witch or wizard became 17, but Lily was just as happy. Not only did she have smarts, she also had common sense. She knew how to appreciate things in life the way muggles did. Here she was in Elm Park, a muggle town that was nearly an hour away from London's thriving center, Picadilly Circus or even Buckingham Palace. She couldn't use magic outside of Hogwarts yet, so she had little to do in the summer sometimes. A life at Hogwarts had made it difficult to closely bond with the muggle girls she had been so close to at a younger age. Lily was well-aware that she could take the tube Author's note: Tube London Underground…hehe, I love England. My grandparents live their and I'd love to live there myself! to anyplace in the large city, but now that she had gotten her license, life seemed just a bit easier. Her father, Donald, had promised to let her use his car whenever she liked to.

Lily was humming a song to herself as she walked down the narrow, suburban street to her small home in 151 Cowdray Way. The streets were narrow, the sidewalks, almost non-existant, and the small cars were parked in every driveway. Each home had a little lawn, and each house had three stories, as a traditional English house did. The song was, "Bye Bye Baby (Baby Goodbye)" by the Bay City Rollers. How Lily loved the Bay City Rollers! Author's Note: Do you sniff JK?

You're the one girl in town I'd marry
Girl I'd marry you now if I were free
I wish it could be
I could love you but why begin it
'Cause there ain't any future in it
(She's got me but I'm not free so)
Bye bye baby
Baby goodbye
Bye bye baby
Don't make me cry

Lily was smiling as her hips swayed back and forth naturally with each step. She was thinking about life, the Rollers, and she seemed so content. A girl of vivid, dark red hair and eyes like sparkling emeralds, Lily Evans was indeed a beauty. Her hair was wavy and it was completely original in a day and age where woman were revamping their hair to accustom it to the era of the 1970's. So many girls had long, sleek, straight hair that was parted down the middle and went down to their waists. Lily's, on the other hand, had a natural part to the side. It was a wavy mass of hair that went down to hair waist. Her long beautiful locks were what separated her from most girls.

However, Lily defined the 1970's era very well, despite her hair. On this warm summer evening, she was wearing a navy blue halter-top with pink "psychedelic" flowers printed on them. She was wearing a pair of worn in denim bell-bottoms with her black, bobo's. Her name attributed her well, for Lily Evans was the quintessence of a flower child.

And yet, she still maintained that innocence in her appearance. Of course, she had a flattering hourglass body, and her searing green, almond-shapes her eyes could win many admirers, but overall, she was a very modest girl. She may have bared her shoulders a bit, but she never bared her integrity. Lily Evans had an air everywhere she walked. She was, indeed, a girl like no other. Author's note: Hah, the more I write this, the more Lily becomes my effin' hero.

Maybe this was because her parents weren't the richest of people. Yet still, Mr. And Mrs. Evans had raised two fine, honorable daughters. They weren't trashy, and they had morals. Lily was a very honorable young woman, and she had a lot of passion. She had a passion for art and magic, of course. She had a passion for rock and roll. And she couldn't help sing along, as she almost reached home. She has gone out to the local grocery store to buy some eggs and milk for her mother.

She sang softly, "Bye-bye baby, bye bye." She was in such a good mood. She no no homework, and she didn't have to worry about her N.E.W.T.S for a long time. She was just going to have a lot of fun this summer. She turned a corner and suddenly she heard a loud, flirtatious whistle.

"My, my Evans. You look even more beautiful when you're not wearing your school uniform!" a deep, male voice called out from behind her.

Lily, froze in her tracks. Her good feeling was gone. Could it be? Why? How? She turned around, her instinct already telling her who had just hit on her. Slowly her eyes turned around. Standing in front of the house was none other than James Potter, the one person in all of bloody England that could ruin Lily's summer!