Chapter One
Is the man crazy?
"ARGH!!!!! For the sake of Merlin, what is happening? I think I'm going crazy!" cried James Potter as he read his Hogwarts letter.
Sirius rolled over on his bed and mumbled contently. Something about killing his mother through peanut butter and house elves it seemed. James smiled mischievously. He was going to have some fun waking up his best friend.
In a mere millisecond and a flash of light Sirius was hanging upside down, midair, suspended by only his ankle.
"Oh, Prongs, couldn't you have just jumped on my bed or on me or poured ice cold water over my head like a normal person?" Sirius howled.
James frowned and pretended to look offended. "Me, a Marauder wake up another Marauder through such unoriginal channels? Nope, that would be disastrous. People would think that we're losing our touch. People would think that we would have," James lowered his voice, "matured. People would think it's the end of the world, that we're all going to die and….."
Sirius tilted his head and mulled over the idea. "You know what Prongsy, for the first time in eternity I actually think you're right!"
James shrugged. "That's what they say about me".
"Ooh, that's my Hogwarts letter!" exclaimed Sirius, pointing to an owl sitting peacefully on the floor in front of his bed. "I wonder if…Moony received the utterly sinful title of Head Boy".
"No, I don't think he did," answered James.
"Hmm….you're right," decided Sirius. "It's probably that twit from Ravenclaw. Corner's his name I think".
"No, I don't think it's him either".
"So, who do you think it is?" asked Sirius. "It better not be a Slytherin. Dumbledore would be going crazy if he elects a Slytherin as Head Boy. Imagine what a terrible world Hogwarts would be if Snivellous would be Head Boy!" Sirius shuddered.
"I think Dumbledore is crazy," muttered James, fingering his letter.
"You mean a Slytherin is Head Boy?"
"No…" answered James slowly, fidgeting with his own Hogwarts letter.
"Wait just a tick….You mean Dumbledore and you and Head Boy and you a Marauder Head Boy," sputtered Sirius.
James nodded.
Sirius' eyes sparkled. "Oh, my little Prongsy has grown up, he's Head Boy!" he mocked.
"Stop it," mumbled James, whacking Sirius on the head.
"Wait just a tick…" said Sirius, the sparkle in his dark eyes disappearing. "You know who'll be Head Girl, don't you?"
"Lily Evans," breathed James.
"Prongsy mate, this is your chance. This is the year that Lily Evans will fall for you. This is the year for all of us! Trust me, by the end of this year, you and Lily will be on the way down the aisle. But first, we need to get Moony over here pronto. He's going to have to tutor you on how to act normally in front of Lily," replied Sirius.
"Let's go down for breakfast," suggested James as the scent of pancakes wafted upstairs. Sirius nodded and sprinted downstairs, James following right behind.
"Mum," said James seriously as he entered the kitchen. "Mum, sit down. I've got something important to tell you".
James' mother sat down and nodded to James encouragingly.
"I'm Head Boy," explained James as quickly as he could.
"Yeah, that's very funny boys. I'm sorry but I think you're losing your touch if that's the best you could come up with. Try again, you boys don't want to ruin your reputation," answered Miranda Potter.
"Nooo if fue" said Sirius, through a mouthful of pancakes.
"It's true?"
James nodded.
"What is wrong with Dumbledore? Has he gone crazy? What type of normalness does he think the school will retain if he appoints a Marauder as Head Boy?"
"That's what I said," explained Sirius as he finished the rest of his second serving of pancakes.
"So, who's Head Girl?" asked Miranda Potter. "You do know that Head Boy and Head Girl share a private common room and bathroom".
"This is our lucky year!" exclaimed Sirius.
"So who is the lucky girl?" repeated Miranda.
"The one and the only Lily Marie Evans!" announced Sirius.
"I don't think she thinks that she is lucky," mumbled James' sadly.
"Why don't we invite Lily and her family for a celebration dinner tonight?" suggested Miranda. "Why don't you go owl her?"
"I really don't think that would be the best idea," clarified Sirius. "Evans doesn't exactly like James".
"She hates me".
"Nobody hates you Jamesie," said Miranda comfortingly. "Now, let me go owl your father the good news. I'll tell him to come home early; we'll invite Remus' and Peter's family for dinner, okay?"
James nodded and trudged upstairs with Sirius to collect their broomsticks and head outside to play a quick game of one on one Quidditch.
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Lily leaned out of the window, her white nightgown blowing in the light breeze.
She waited excitedly for the slowly growing owl to appear. She gently untied the Hogwarts letter from the owl's leg and tenderly sent the owl off, flying to wherever it needed to go. Lily sat on her bed and opened the letter. A little red and gold badge with the letter 'H' and 'G' fell out of the envelope. Lily began to read the letter slowly, trying to memorize all her feelings and emotions so she would be able to remember the moment forever.
"I'm Head Girl!" Lily whispered to herself. "I've worked up to this for six years!"
"What are you doing Freak?" asked Petunia. "Talking to yourself again?"
Lily walked out of her bedroom and gently shoved Petunia out of the way.
"Watch it Freak!" she retorted, but Lily couldn't hear her. She was already on her way down stairs to tell her parents the good news.
"Mum, Dad, guess what!"
"What, darling?" asked Randy Evans.
"I'm Head Girl!" explained Lily enthusiastically as she continued on to describe all the duties and privileges that the Head Girl and Boy were granted.
"Well, it seems like we are to have a celebration dinner tonight! I must be off to the butcher then," replied Lily's mother, Linda.
"What's all the big deal?" asked Petunia scornfully. "What's so special about being the Head Freak of Freaks, anyway?"
"Petunia," warned Linda.
Petunia rolled her eyes and walked out of the house.
"Don't listen to her honey," demanded Randy calmly. "Don't let it bother you".
Lily shrugged. "I don't care what she thinks".
"Why don't you head upstairs and write the good news to your friends?" suggested Linda.
Lily nodded and went upstairs to owl her friends the fine news.