A/N - Okay guys here it is! The story that has been on my actually-publish-it waiting list for probably 2 years now. It's called Mans Best Friend (obviously) and is told from Lily's POV for the majority of it. This is the first installment (there will be more eventually). Hope you like it and I can't wait to hear some feedback!
Disclaimer: Not mine. If it were, would I really be writing this? Didn't think so.
Well... here goes. This is just the prologue so Enjoy!
December 31st, 1977
I am alone on New Years Eve.
Everyone is partying, awaiting the countdown until 1978. There is probably some heavy duty alcohol at the party. People are probably drinking, forgetting their sorrows for a few short, blissful hours. There is probably some pretty good music at the party too. People are sure to be dancing their hearts out next to best friends or boyfriends or even perfect strangers. And yet here I sit, in an empty broom closet, locked away from it all. Hiding. Why? Because I did something very, insanely stupid on Halloween, at a party very similar to this one – all of the Marauder's parties are similar. I danced to good music and drank the alcohol. Now I regret it. Any why do I regret it? Because I made a mistake – a big one.
What was my mistake?
I slept with James Potter.
I, Lily Evans, had sex with James Potter!
I, head girl Lily Evans, had sex with bloody obnoxious, gorgeous, head boy and marauder, James Potter.
And now I'm two months pregnant.