Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. They all belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros.

A/N: Okay, this is my first fanfic so please do not be too critical of me, I'm still learning. Also at some time I might change the title of the story. It might not be 'The Curse' for long. Enjoy!

Lily Evans sat in her room, packing the things she would need for her final trip to Hogwarts. After seven years, she couldn't believe this would be the last time she would be going. As she was packing, she would see certain things, like books or pictures, that she would stop to look at for at least ten minutes.

She was currently looking at a picture that was taken last year. It was of her best friends from Hogwarts: Natalie, Riley, and Marissa. She smiled as she thought of each of them. Natalie, the other red head of Gryffindor Tower. She was soft-spoken, and the best at their year in astronomy. Riley was the tomboy of the group, but she was also one of the most beautiful girls at Hogwarts. She never wore make-up; she just had a natural beauty that you couldn't copy. She was a chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, had a VERY big crush on Sirius Black, and almost always turned her homework in late. Then, there was Lily's best friend of the three, Marissa. Lily and Marissa had been best friends since they were six. They lived a street away from each other, and they were both muggle born. She would be seeing Marissa later that afternoon because she was spending the night. The next day, they would head off on their last journey to Hogwarts, where they would meet up with Natalie and Riley. Lily couldn't wait to see her friends.

Lily was also excited about this year because she would be Head Girl. She wondered who the Head Boy would be. One possibility was Remus Lupin. Although he was one of the infamous Marauders, she wouldn't mind working with him. Better him than one of the others; specifically James Potter. She was just thinking of some other possibilities, when a large gray barn owl swooped in through her window. She saw it had a message attached to its leg, so she quickly untied it and began to read:

Dear Lily,

Are you Head Girl this year? Because Yours Truly is Head Boy! Padfoot thinks it is soooo funny that Dumbledore gave the position to me. Some friend he is. But I'll show him; I can do this job. Anyway, send a response back. If I don't hear back from you, I'll see you tomorrow on the Hogwarts Express!

Your new Head Boy,

James Potter

Lily was in shock. She reread the letter over again to make sure there wasn't some misunderstanding. There wasn't. James was Head Boy.

"Oh, Lord," Lily thought to herself, "Why couldn't you have sent down like, a bolt of lightning of something when Dumbledore got this crazy idea?" Lily sat down at her desk and pulled a piece of parchment out of her top drawer. She took her quill and began to write her response back.

Dear Potter,

Yes, I am Head Girl. I have no clue why Dumbledore, in his right mind, would make YOU Head Boy! Oh well, we'll talk about this tomorrow. DON'T BE LATE! See you on the H. Express.

From,

Lily Evans

Lily tied the letter onto the owl's leg and watched it take flight once more. "James? Head Boy? This is definently going to be an interesting year," Lily thought to herself. She was going to start packing again, when she heard the doorbell ring. "I'll get it!" Lily yelled as she ran downstairs to meet her friend.

James Potter was sitting in his room playing Wizard Chess with his best friend, Sirius Black.

"Checkmate!" said Sirius happily, shaking James out of his thoughts.

"Huh?" James said as he realized what he had been doing. "How'd you win? You never win!"

"Well Prongs," said Sirius as he patted James on the back. "I do win when all you can think about is Lillian Evans."

"Her name is Lily, Padfoot," James said looking out the window. "Oh, good, Doc's back," as the owl came swooping back through the window. James saw that there was a letter attached to the bird's leg. Excited, he took the letter from the owl, and silently read it. When he was finished he rolled his eyes and threw the letter onto the bed.

"What!" said Sirius taking the letter "What did she say?" he read the letter and sighed. "Wow." He said, handing the letter back to James.

"I know!" said James, "Why does she always just assume, that I'm stupid and can't get anything accomplished? Well I'll show her! I can do this job! I will be the best Head Boy that school has ever seen!" James said triumphantly.

"Actually James," said Sirius cutting in, "That wasn't what I was going to say. What I was GOING to say was that her handwriting is REALLY good. I wonder if she could teach me how to write like that." James rolled his eyes.

"God, Padfoot." James said leaving the room. Sirius stuck his head outside the door.

"Hey, but what you said was really good too. You will show her you can do a good job. I don't know about the whole 'Best Head Boy ever' thing though. It's gonna be pretty hard to compete with Frank Longbottom."

"Padfoot, shut up," James said walking down the hall. "Wow," he thought to himself. "This is definently going to be an interesting year."