Disclaimer: Everything that follows belongs to J. K. Rowling, I am merely elaborating on her works.

A/N: This is my first FanFiction story, so PLEASE review or PM me! Comments, suggestions, criticisms- they're all welcome. :) Without further ado, enjoy!

Lily

Lily Evans pushed her trolley through King's Cross Station, wisps of red hair escaping her ponytail, trunk bouncing and clattering as the trolley hit each bump in the ground. Her parents rushed to keep up with her- the Hogwart's Express was scheduled to leave in less than five minutes. As the Evans's approached the barrier that led to platform nine and three-quarters, Lily slowed and allowed each of her parents to grab hold of one of her elbows before she sped up and trotted straight through the brick pillar.

Lily coughed and waved smoke out of her face as she arrived to board the train for what may have been the last time. Witches and wizards mulled about, loading their trunks onto the train or saying their last goodbyes. She was glad to be back, the wizarding world was where she belonged.

"Sweetie, Lily," Asked her mother suddenly, glancing fruitfully at a group of seventh years. "Isn't that that boy, the Potter one? The one who-" Lily shushed her mother hurridly.

"Shh, Mum, not so loud! And yes- that's Potter." She spat his name out. "Don't look though, we don't want to draw his attention." Lily couldn't help but look herself though- Potter's looks had improved over the summer! He must've grown at least a foot taller, and by the looks of it he had been doing some serious working ou- toooot, toooot! The train whistled insistently, interupting Lily's thoughts. She shook herself disgustedly, there was no way she was going to start admiring James Potter's stature, not after she had held out for the past six years. Lily turned to her parents, intent on not wasting another second thinking about a certain git.

"Bye, Mum," She said, giving her mother a quick peck on the cheek. "Bye, Dad." She hurridly embraced her father. The Hogwarts Express whistled impatiently. "Tell Tuney I said I'm sorry I missed her?" She asked hopefully as she gathered up her luggage and owl, Athena. Her mum nodded tearfully and her dad rolled his eyes in exhasperation. Tuney probably wasn't sorry that she had missed Lily. "Good-bye!" Lily called over her shoulder as she climbed up the steps onto the train, and not a moment too soon- the train lurched forward before she had even lugged her trunk up behind her.

After dragging her trunk into the luggage compartment, she spied Alice, Frank, and two of her other dorm mates, Maria MacDonald and Marlene McKinnon, sharing a compartment halfway down the hall. She shoved her way through confused first years until she reached the sliding door, but was almost bowled over as Marlene threw open the door and enveloped her in a hug.

"Oh my gosh- Head Girl- why didn't you tell me?" She exclaimed. Lily laughed as she awkwardly hugged her back while standing in the doorway.

"I guess I just wanted to see your reaction in person." Truly, she hadn't really wanted to tell anyone but Alice.

"Well here I am!" Marlene said excitedly while beaming at her. She had flowing black hair, sparkling gray eyes, and lucious red lips- the picture of perfection, all elegance. But inside she was anything but: this girl had no reservations.

"Hey, I'll catch up with you guys later," Lily told Alice, Frank, and Maria apoligetically as she deposited her trunk under a seat. "Right now, I have to go direct a prefect's meeting."

James

"And Moony, why are you studying right now? This is like a group meeting, this is bonding time! We're the Marauders and we have hardly all been together since last term, and you're studying. I mean, that's just insensiti-" James cut Sirius off mid-rant.

"Padfoot, I hate to do this to you, I know how much you've been looking forward to bonding and all, but I have a prefects meeting to direct." James grinned as he emphasized the last word.

"Really, Prongs? Really?" Sirius looked aghast. "This had better not become a habit of yours or something- running off to prefects meetings. This is our last year at Hogwarts and we need to go out with a bang!" He emphasized that last word by slapping his hand down on his thigh. James patted Sirius's shoulder in mock reassurance.

"Don't get all riled up, Padfoot, I'm still a Marauder." Who would've thought he, James Potter, would ever become Head Boy? I mean he did receive top grades, and he was the Gryffindor quidditch captain, but still, Head Boy? He still had trouble believing it himself. Nevertheless, he was about to head off to the first meeting. "Duty calls!" He said brightly before strolling out into the corridor. Now for the real excitment, Evans was going to freak.

Only Lily and a fifth year Ravenclaw girl were present in the prefects compartment when James arrived.

"What are you doing?" Lily asked suspiciously as he slid into the seat next to her.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" James asked innocently. Lily's eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms.

"Potter, you'd better not-"

"Relax, Evans," interupted James, "I'm only filling my responsibilities as Head Boy. Now, did you write up the patrol schedules yet, or do we have to use mine?" He winked at her. Her eyes bugged out and her jaw dropped. After a moment she exclaimed,

"No way, you are not serious!"

"Congrats Evans, you can finally tell Sirius and I apart! I'm James not Sirius." Lily ignored his humor.

"You've got to be lying, Dumbledore would never..." Just then Martin McKinnon, the Griffyndor sixth year prefect and chaser, entered.

"Oi, James! I heard the the news but I wouldn't a' believed it until I seen you here myself." He whistled enviously. "Quidditch captain and Head Boy!" James smirked at Lily, whose eyes were wide.

"Believe me now?" Lily continued to gape at him incredulously for several more seconds and then threw her arms in the air.

"What happened to Remus?" She exclaimed, and then her voice gained an edge of steel. "What was Dumbledore thinking?" She whirled to face James. "And you're okay with this? You actually want to be Head Boy?" He leaned closer to her and cocked an eyebrow.

"Uh... yeah." How daft could she be? Of course he was okay with being Head Boy, who wouldn't be? Well maybe Sirius wouldn't be too keen on the idea, but he was one of a kind!

"But you won't get to- to... bother everyone, and play pranks, and do what ever you call it- maruade or something. You're okay with this?" She repeated, this time more forcefully. James could almost see where she was coming from, based on his past six years at Hogwarts. But he was more mature now; he had his future to think about.

"Yes I'm okay with this, Evans!" He replied, and then blurted out, "I do have aspirations, and I happen to get exceptional grades, thank you very much. So don't be so suprised that Dumbledore would pick me." Lily's face was close to his now. Despite his exhasperation with the girl, James felt his stomach flutter.

"Okay, well this is interesting." Said a voice from across the compartment, and James tore his eyes from Lily's to find that the rest of the prefects had joined them, unnoticed by he and Lily. The room erupted in titters, and the Slytherin prefects sneered. James flushed but played off of the awkward situation.

"Yeah, well Evans here wasn't expecting the honor to be serving with our dear quidditch captain." He flashed a grin at Lily, and she glared back at him.

"Let's begin the meeting." She suggested tersely.