Chapter 1:
Oh What a Beautiful Mornin'

Today sucks.

No, really, I mean it sucks.

How could this have happened! Today was supposed to be my day! Nothing was supposed to go wrong!

..Then i woke up...

That Morning

Lily Evans was lying in bed.

That's not to say that that's an out of the ordinary occurance in the morning for her, but today of all days, she really needed to wake up.

"Five more minutes, Mom..." she mumbled as she rolled out of bed, taking the majority of the bedding with her.

Then she remembered.

"OH MY GOD!"

The clock hanging on the wall seemed to mock her with its clicking, only to serve as a reminder of how little time she had left to board the Hogwarts Express.

"I can't be late! I'm Head Girl!"

She crashed around her room, checking that she had everything packed, making last-minute additions to her already overflowing, but neat, trunk. She pulled on some jeans and an emerald T-shirt, and pulled her dark red hair into a messy bun. She looked in the mirror.

"Guess this is as good as it's gonna get.. Hope he notices.."

Meanwhile

James Potter jolted up in bed, grinning. Today was the best day of his life as he knew it! Somehow he had been made Head Boy, and there was no doubt in his mind who the Head Girl was going to be. He threw on the first thing he could find and levitated his trunk into the fireplace.

"This is going to be a great year!"

Later

After like an hour waiting in the car, we finally pulled up to King's Cross with barely a minute to spare.

"Come on, Mom!"

Why must I be perpetually late! WHY!

"Oh, come now, Lily dearest, this way you won't have to see that awful James Potter", she said, winking knowingly.

"Mother..."

She knows how I feel about that boy. I HATE him! I do! Seriously! Nothing anybody says can make me change my mind about him! NOTHING AT ALL, I TELL YOU!

"Hey, Lily," an all-too-familiar voice said behind me. I melted inwardly immediately. "Need help with your trunk?"

I turned to see none other than the biggest, tallest, most handsome, talented, quidditch-playing, big-headed prat there was at Hogwarts.

"No, thank you, Potter, I'm more than capable of handling this myself."

I turned, meaning to take my trunk with me, but apparently there was so much stuff in there that it had decided of its own accord to stay right where it was.

I stumbled backwards, surprised by my trunk's lack of willingness to do exactly what I wanted it to do. Fortunately (or not), I fell into someone.

"Yeah, sure, Lils. Here, let me take it for ya."

He grabbed my trunk, putting it as high up as he could on the luggage rack, so I'd have to ask for help to get it down. Then he left. Damn his height. He's nearly 6'2, while I'm stuck down here at 5'1. I hate being short. it undermines the sense of power I should feel when I look at someone. FEAR ME, LITTLE PEOPLE! FEAR ME!

...When I got out of my rather Slytherin-ish dominate-the-world fantasy, I went to find my friends, Rose and Violet. I was pleased to find them just in time for a quick life update before I had to go meet the Head Boy and talk to the Prefects and such. I was not so pleased to find them with my least favorite people on Earth besides Slytherins, the Marauders.

"Well, the last of the Flower Group! Glad you could join us!" Sirius said with a smirk. "James was missing you!"

Sirius, the second-tallest of the Marauders at 6'0, had long, luxurious black hair and dark gray eyes, straited with black.

James' clear hazel eyes flashed. "Whatever you say, Padfoot. Hey, Lily, isn't it time for us to go to the Prefect's compartment?"

"You're Head Boy! I could have sworn Dumbledore would pick Remus!"

Remus, the quiet, studious Marauder, looked up from the book he was reading. "Nope, the badge says James. I still have Prefect duties, though, so I guess I'm coming with you."

Remus came next in height, at about 5'10. He had sandy brownish hair and kind blue eyes. He stood up.

"Well, what are we waiting for?"

"See you when we get back, Lily!" Rose said with a flick of her blond hair, her aqua eyes glowing as she leaned into Sirius.

"Yep, don't get into too much trouble with those two!" Violet said, her eyes for which she was named twinkling.

I groaned and pulled the compartment door closed. This was going to be a LONG year.