a/n: hello everyone! This is my first fanfic, so I really hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: nothing belongs to me, so please don't sue me. I'm a poor college student and have nothing to give you.

Chapter 1

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Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep…

Ugh. I rolled over, resisted the urge to throw my alarm clock against the wall on the other side of the room, and turned off the alarm.

9:00 am. Time to get up. Oh joy.

Just five more minutes. No one will know the difference…

"Lily! Are you up?"

Damn. "Yes, Mum."

"Hurry, we have to leave in forty-five minutes."

"Okay." I can't wait. Please, someone, anyone, just kill me right now and put me out of my misery.

Petunia doesn't even like me. Why do I have to go wedding dress shopping with them again? Oh that's right. I'm her sister and it will be a good "bonding experience". Psh. Whatever. She's only going to complain about my presence the entire time. Although, I do give my mother props for trying to make her two daughters get along. Alas, it was not meant to be.

Reluctantly, I got out of bed and quickly showered and dressed before going down for breakfast.

"Good morning, Daddy. Morning, Mum," I said, kissing both of them on the cheek.

"Morning, Sweetie."

"Petunia," I half-heartedly greeted her.

She just looked at me and mumbled something along the lines of 'freak' under her breath.

Honestly, that insult was getting really old. If she was going to constantly insult me, you think that she would at least be able to come up with something new every now and then. Oh, how silly of me to forget. This is Petunia we're talking about. I don't think a creative bone exists in her body.

I simply shrugged and walked to the fridge to get some orange juice. I stopped caring a long time ago what Petunia thought of me. Secretly, I think she is just jealous about the whole magic thing. Not that she would ever admit it.

"Lily, we're going to have you fitted for your dress as well, since you'll be leaving for school in a couple of weeks."

"Alright."

Petunia proceeded to glare at me some more. What else was new? It was clear that she didn't want me to be there. At all.

Oh boy. This was going to be a long day.

Six hours, several arguments, and nearly all the boutiques in London later, Petunia had finally found "The Dress". Thank God. We had argued almost all afternoon about my dress. She wanted me to wear pink, knowing fully well that detest the color and it clashes my red hair. I wanted green because it's my favorite color, and not to boast, but I look fabulous in it. (It accentuates my eyes.) In the end, much to Petunia's despair, I had won the battle. SCORE! We had found a very simple, but elegant green gown that I would wear for the ceremony. After all I deserved that small victory after I had to listen to her complain about just about every dress she tried on ("This one's too fluffy and this one makes me look fat", on and on and on) and having to hear about how wonderful and loving pig of a fiancé, Vernon, was. Psh. Lies, all of them. I honestly can't stand that bore of a man. If I ever hear the words wedding gown or Vernon Dursley ever again, I might implode.

"Thatcher, we're home."

"Hi, Rene" he said kissing Mum when he walked into the kitchen. Hi girls."

"Hi, Daddy."

"Petunia, Vernon called. He's coming over for dinner tonight."

Oh joy. Imploding in 5…4…3…2…1… BOOM! I had to get out of here.

"I'm exhausted. I'm going upstairs for a little bit to rest." I told my parents.

"Okay, Sweetie. I'll call you down to help me with dinner in a while.

"Alright Mum."

I dragged myself upstairs to my room. Oh great, another meal with that would consist of talking about drills, Vernon, drills, Vernon, oh and did I mention drills? I think you get the drift. That's literally the only things that Vernon Dursley talks about; drills and himself. Let me tell you it makes a great conversation. NOT!

I walked to the corner of my room and picked up the acoustic guitar, which I had inherited from my granddad when he passed away a couple years, sat on my bed, and began to strum a few chords.

Granddad's guitar is my most prized possession. I have an electric one too, that I love, but it doesn't have the same sentimental value as Granddads. I have been playing the guitar since I was seven years old and he was my teacher. Playing the guitar is a passion of mine, but, in truth, not many people, besides my family and three best friends in the world, know of this secret passion. I'm not one for public performances.

My three best friends Kelly Chase, Alyssa McCourt, and Adriana Sotelo all played an instrument as well. We met on the Hogwarts Express first year and became fast friends and once we all figured out that we all played and instrument, our friendship became even stronger. Alyssa plays the drums, Adriana-keyboard, and Kelly plays the guitar as well. We all loved playing together in our dorm at Hogwarts. We had some crazy connection when it came to music. No matter how long it had been since we last played together, whenever we did play, we were in perfect harmony. It had been like that since the first time we had ever played together and I loved it.

I smiled as I leaned against my headboard, thinking of my friends. God, I missed them so much. Only two weeks until it would be time to go back to Hogwarts. I absentmindedly changed the tone of my strumming and started to play one of my favorite songs.

As I finished my song, I heard a tapping at my window and went to see what it was. There was a handsome barn owl outside my window. I opened the window and took the envelope from its beak, noticing that it was my usual school letter. As I opened the letter something fell out onto my comforter. I looked back at the letter I was holding in my hand.

Dear Miss Evans,

I am pleased to inform you that you have been chosen as this year's Head Girl.

Your duties include organizing Prefect meetings, helping out your fellow students, and planning special events, among other things.

Please report to the Head's compartment by 11:30 on September 1st to meet with the Head Boy and the first prefects' meeting will begin at 11:45.

Enjoy the remainder of your holiday!

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster

I was now grinning broadly (probably looking like a madwoman, I might add), briefly wondering who the Head Boy could be, but quickly pushed it to the back of my mind to think about more at a later time.

I grabbed my badge and quickly ran down the stairs.

"Mum! Dad! Mum! Dad!"

I almost ran into Dad as I ran through the kitchen door.

"Whoa. Slow down there, kiddo. What's wrong?" Dad asked.

"Guess what. Guess what!"

"What?" They both asked.

"I made Head Girl! They picked me!"

"That's wonderful, Sweetheart. I'm so proud of you."

As Dad gave me a hug, Mum came over and gave me one, as well.

I smiled at both of them.

"I'm going to write Kelly, Alyssa, and Adriana, and then I'll come help you with dinner, Mum."

"Okay, Sweetie. Just hurry. I need help with the apple pie."

"Alright."

I went back upstairs and sat at my desk and pulled out some pieces of parchment and a quill.

I addressed the first one to Kelly.

Hey Kelly!

How are you? I miss you and the girls so much. I can't wait for school to start so I can see you all. I had the pleasure of being dragged all over London to just about every single, last boutique, until Petunia decided that she liked the very first dress that she tried on! Oh Dear God. I thought I would actually die! Promise to slap me if I'm EVER that difficult when I get married. Anyway, enough about me. How's Italy? I'm so jealous. You're going to have to tell me all about it on the train. Well, I still need to write Adriana and Alyssa and go help mum with dinner (Vernon's coming. Oh boy! NOT!), so this is where I leave you. But, before I do, I'll tell you the real reason I'm writing. I got my Hogwarts letter earlier and guess what else was in the envelope, along with my normal letter. The Head Girl badge! I MADE HEAD GIRL! I was so shocked. I wonder who the Head Boy will be. Ooh! Maybe it will be that cute, perfect, Mark, from Ravenclaw. One can only hope. Well, I must dash. See you on the first!

Love you!

Lily

I quickly wrote similar letters to Alyssa and Adriana, asking Alyssa how her country home was and asking Adriana how Mexico and her cousin's quinciñera were.

I addressed each letter and called over my owl that was currently resting on the top of the dresser.

"Tess, come here sweetie."

She obediently flew over and landed on my knee. I tied the three scrolls to her leg and told her to take them to Kelly, Alyssa, and Adriana, and sent her on her way.

With that I got up and walked downstairs to help Mum with dinner.

a/n: I hope you all enjoyed! Please, please, please review. I'll love you forever and ever. I'm open to constructive criticism, just don't be too mean. Haha. Also, I'm looking for a beta, so, if you think my story's any good and you want to help me out, let me know.

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