A/N- I do love James/Lily fics! This is a little intro. I think I might make the plot similar to the film "John Tucker Must Die". Please mail/review me any suggestions! Love you, Riddle x

James Potter Must Die

Chapter 1: Smart is Sexy

Not for the first time, and not for the last, an argument had broken out over breakfast at 24 Nightingale Road.

"If you can't control that freakish beast, you'll have to get rid of it!" shrieked Petunia Evans, looking positively demented. It wasn't that the owls bothered her- but one had woken up her parents, and once they were awake it was hard not to notice that Petunia wasn't alone in her room. Vernon Dursley sat there blinking stupidly, but Petunia didn't have time for him, as she was too busy screaming her shrewish head off at her sister- although it didn't look as though it was having much an effect on her.

It wasn't. Lily Evans, still in the comatose state that was likely to persist until lunchtime, was staring into the space, Petunia's words going in one ear and straight out the other.

"- and I can't wait until you go back to that freak school! I wish I was an only child! You're such a freak!"

"What? No, I think the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice is better, to be honest, closer to the book. Are those pancakes?"

Petunia gave up, and contented herself with glaring at her little sister.

"They are waffles. Does that freak gene affect your eyesight too?"

"I should worry about my own eyesight, if I were you, Petunia" grinned Lily with a pointed smirk at her sister's boyfriend. It seemed she had recovered enough to be sarcastic. "Pancakes, Vernon?"

Vernon looked suspiciously at the plate Lily held out, but it seemed he didn't dare be rude in front of his girlfriend's parents, who were sitting glowering at him and tutting periodically after their discovery of him in only his boxers using Lily's ensuite at two in the morning. "No, thank you" he said stiffly. "My basketball coach wants me to stick to cereals before the championships" Lily choked on her waffle.

"It's going to take more than cereal to make you thin, bud" said Lily, beaming at her father, whose stern expression was betrayed by a hint of a twinkle in his bright green eyes. The family sat in silence for another ten minutes when there was a deafening crash!

Petunia shrieked, Vernon yelled, Mrs Evans spilt her coffee all over the floor, and Mr Evans almost wet himself. Lily merely looked in the direction of the crash. As she suspected, there was an owl lying half-stunned on the patio outside the French windows. However smart owls were, they never seemed to realise that people- even Muggles- weren't likely to have a house with one wall missing.

Lily picked her way around the Weetabix her father had scattered over the floor, slid open the doors and held out her hand for the handsome tawny owl, which gave her a stern look, dropped a heavy sheaf of parchment at her feet and flew off, probably scared that Petunia would throw her plate at him.

Lily walked back into the kitchen, looking curiously at her letter. It was much larger and thicker than usual, and it wasn't as if she was taking any new subjects. She looked at her father, who gave a little shrug, and then slit open the envelope with her breakfast knife. Something scarlet and gold fell into her palm and her jaw dropped as her mother gave a little shriek. She was holding a red badge, with an ornate "HG" against a golden lion.

"Head girl?!" she gasped. Her family sat gaping at her. Her mother was the first to break the spell, when she let out a scream and gathered Lily in her arms. "Head Girl! My own baby Lily! Oh! I'm so happy! Darling, this deserves a celebration. Would you like more waffles? Now, read the rest of your letter, and after lunch we'll go and get your new books. Petunia, are you coming?" Mrs Evans carried on talking before Petunia even replied- she didn't want any swear words to dampen her spirits. "And why don't you invite some of your little friends over? Goodness! Head Girl! I had almost lost hope!" Lily could feel her face turning scarlet, and her father looked very amused.

After a few minutes, Lily remembered the letter she held in her hands. After slipping the badge- at which Petunia was shooting some malevolent glances- in her pocket, she picked up her letter.

Dear Miss Evans

Please find enclosed your book list for the new school year. Term will begin on September the First. Your ticket is also enclosed.

I am delighted to inform you that you have been appointed this year's Head Girl. Please report to Compartment A for your instructions from Professor Flitwick, after which you will be supervising the other Prefects in their patrols of the corridors. Please also report to my office before the Welcoming Feast, when I will make you and our new Head Boy aware of the other duties you will have in the course of the year.

Prof. M. McGonagall.

Lily passed the letter to her father, who read it and then ruffled her hair.

"Duties for my little Lily. Who would have thought? It'll be interesting to see who the Head Boy is, won't it?"

Lily didn't answer. She had a nasty idea she already knew.