AN: This is my first fanfic, so PLEASE give me any advice, burns, opinions that you have. THANKS

I own Nothing!! JK Rowling does.

Chapter One

TAP! TAP! TAP!

Lily got up from her chair in her room where she was reading to open the window and allow the owl that was tapping at her window in.

"Oh my… oh Merlin!" she exclaimed excitedly as she came to realize that the owl's parcel was nothing other than her yearly Hogwarts letter. However from six years of previous letters she knew that it was about a week early. Her hands shook as she flipped the envelope to open it, hoping that the reason it was a week early was because… "YES!" Lily shouted, her heart soaring. She heard her parents come running down the hall.

Lily Evan's parents opened their daughter's bedroom to see their youngest child jumping up and down with delight. She was practically crying she was so happy. "Honey… honey, calm down." Her mother smiled brightly, eager to her what could have possibly made her daughter so happy.

"Listen-listen-listen!" Lily exclaimed like it was all one word, and as if she didn't already have her parent's full undivided attention. She continued in a fast high pitched voice not quite her own, "Dear Ms. Lillith Marie Evans, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is pleased to inform you that you have been chosen as this year's Head Girl!" Lily glanced up to check her parents reactions before continuing to read, "The honor of this position includes a great deal of responsibility, but also comes with a set of benefits that include, a private dorm with an individual bathroom, you also have full access to all areas of the grounds including unlimited access to Hogsmead. Your dorm along with the Head Boy's and your shared common room will be located in the West Tower, behind the picture of the dancing house elves. The password will be "Honor". You and Mr… Mr…" Lily couldn't bring herself to say it. She just stared flabbergasted at the paper in her hand and repeated herself over and over, never reaching the next part in the letter. Her eyes frantically scanned over the word again and again, willing it to change. It stubbornly stayed the same, as she knew it would.

"Lily?" her father asked tenderly, approaching her, concern in his eyes. As if his voice had broken a trance, Lily slowly looked up from the paper in her hands, her eyes dark, empty, and unfocused, her parents almost didn't catch what she said next in a dead whisper,

"Potter."

And then she fainted.