Vampires. The entire young adult section of the book store was covered with vampires. Not actual vampires of course, just many, many books about angsty teenage blood-suckers.

And what's cooler than a "monster" that's afraid of wooden sticks and can't eat Italian food? Apparently, ones that can sparkle.

Psh, lame.

My name is Lily Evans, and I'm about to start my first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'm eleven -almost twelve- years old and have pale skin and bright green eyes. But my most noticeable trait is probably my hair, wavy and the prettiest shade of rose-red. My dad always did call me his little rose, which is ironic since my mother named me after a different flower completely. Now she regrets it, I could tell she by the look on her face when I first put a rose on his grave.

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the bony finger tapping on my shoulder.

"Huh?"

"'Sup, freak."

"Oh, hi Petunia."

"Mum and I will be outside waiting in the car. Can you please hurry up and pick a book to read for your train ride to the Pig-Pimple Academy for Weirdoes and Whatnots?"

"It's Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And I'll be right out."

I looked around and grabbed the first thing I saw, some horror comic from the eighties called "Vampires Everywhere". Peachy. I ran out and hopped into my mom's Audi, and her foot pressed down on the gas before I could even close the car door. But who could blame her? My train was set to leave in only ten minutes. Mum screeched to a halt in the parking lot at King's Cross train station, and I leaped out of the car before it was even fully stopped. I ran around the car and grabbed my trunk out of the back, tugging it behind me as I rushed through the huge crowd of people, thousands of faces flashing by, none significant as I rushed to get to my train on time. I easily figured out how to get to platform nine and a half, I always was a quick learner.

Stop. My green eyes were suddenly focused on one face, staring straight at me with a bored grin. It- the girl- had long curly blonde hair down to her lower back, surrounding a porcelain pale face, with black eyes and a cruel hint to her strangely sadistic smile. She was surrounded by three girls, a brunette and two other blondes. But those faces weren't the ones I was seeing right now, theirs weren't the face that ordered me to look at it.

I made a small gasp, what I saw in the girl's eyes at that moment was inexplicable; all I know is that it's nothing I ever want to experience. I shivered, and the girl laughed, a strange, beautiful and demonic laugh, the others following along.

I tore my eyes away, keeping my head down as I got onto the train. I promised myself then and there that I would avoid those girls as much as possible.

That was four years ago. I was now fourteen going on fifteen. I later learned that the girl with the black eyes was Carla Barrie, the bad girl of the school. Her three friends were equally badass, though she was the obvious leader of the group. Brooke Wayne was her right hand girl, a pretty brunette with a model-like face and wavy hair. Ranking third in their little group, Billie Paulson didn't need words to show her emotions. Though she didn't talk much, she could say everything with a threatening flip of her sandy blonde tresses. And last, but not least, was the smallest of the group, Winter Hughes. She was a tiny little thing with dirty-blonde hair, the youngest in our year, but also one of the toughest. She would be adorable, if she wasn't so damn scary. But then again, the other girls were pretty threatening themselves. Carla and her friends owned the school; guys would do anything they told them to, and girls were too terrified to stand up to them. They had a weird mysterious aura to them, probably why every male in the school found them so attractive. No one really knew them, all they knew were those black eyes that they all had. I always figured they were just contacts though. They never let anyone into their little group, except sometimes when they take an unknowing girl off on an adventure, usually leaving her traumatized for some reason.

But I didn't want to be part of their group anyways. Well, I told myself I didn't. I guess that I always have had that inner desire to know Carla Barrie's secrets, ever since that day at the train station when we locked eyes. Because I don't want to get caught up wanting in on their group, I've consistently avoided them since.

While those girls were the badasses of the school, my best friend Jami Chance and I were the girls that everyone liked, who all the boys thought were cute and all the girls were friends with. You would expect us and Carla's girls to butt heads a lot, but I was persistent with staying away from them as much as possible.

Jami was American, and had dirty blonde hair, naturally straight, with blue-green eyes and a nice tan. She had a discreet yet cute scrawl of freckles just across the bridge of her nose. All in all, she was obviously a beach girl. She was actually from a small beach town in California called Santa Cruz where her parents owned a comic book store. But when she turned eleven, her parents sold the store to some hippies and moved to England. Of course, she was accepted to Hogwarts the same year. I met her on the train, and we were instantly friends.

"LILY! GET YO ASS DOWN HERE!" Speak of the devil.

I sighed and walked down the stairs to my friend, not at all shocked to find her on the lap of her boyfriend, Sirius Black. And of course, where you can find a Black, you can probably find a Potter. James Potter was often merely called Potter, almost completely because his best friend's long term girlfriend had a name so similar to his own. His nose was currently buried in some horror comic, he seemed to like those. I should dig up that one I read on my first train ride to Hogwarts, I certainly had no use for it. Just a bunch of rubbish about head vampires and hounds of hell.

Just then, Potter's head popped up, and he gave me flirtatious smile. I rolled my eyes, he'd had a weird crush on me since first year. It was to the point where he was always freaking out about me staying out late or if I was going to a party that Carla and her friends were also going to. What an over-protective idiot.

Jami snapped her fingers, demanding my attention, "Listen, Evans. Sirius is taking me to Hogsmeade tomorrow night, and I don't want you to be lonely. Potter here was planning on staying in and reading about monsters or something, so Siri and I decided that we're going on a double date with you two."

I started choking on air, and Potters head snapped back up, his mouth gaping.

I finally was able to breath, "There is no way in HELL that I'm going on a date with Potter, even if it is a double date."

"Yeah, I think Lily is great, but she can't get in the way of my duty to protect the school from the supernatural, I have some very serious books to read." Potter agreed with me in that deep voice he used to make him seem manlier. Maybe I shouldn't lend him that comic after all.

"You mean comic books?" I laughed at him.

Black shrugged, "Too bad. We thought you guys would say that, so Jami made the Unbreakable Vow that you guys would go on the double date with us. Do you really want to kill her?"

Once again, I was choking on air, "You did WHAT? Jami, are you crazy?"

"No, but I can tell that deep down you're crazy for Potter."

Potter nodded and I pretended to gag.

"That's not even remotely close to being true. But fine, I will go, but only because I don't want Jami to die. Yet."

Potter sighed, "Alright, I guess I'll go."

I look at him, confused, "Isn't this what you've always wanted? A date with me?"

"Of course, but I'm on a mission. Sirius and I have some very important theories to tend to. Which reminds me, Sirius? Y'know that thing you said yesterday?"

"Thing? What thing did I say?" Sirius was clueless as to whatever Potter was talking about, but he was clueless about everything. Except Jami.

"Y'know… Okay. You know that hot chick you had that theory about?"

"Oh! Of course."

"I think the theory is right. We'll have to test it out tomorrow."

Jami was fuming, "WHAT IN THE HELL KINDA THEORIES DO YOU PLAN ON TESTING WITH SOME 'HOT CHICK'? Sirius Orion Black, you better explain yourself. RIGHT NOW."

Sirius looked terrified, hell, even I was scared!

Potter fumbled for words, looking at the speechless Sirius like he didn't know what to say, "Uh, well, don't, um, be, like, mad at, y'know, Sirius, 'cause, well, it's kinda hard to explain, um, what test exactly we're, uh, doing…" He hopped up and sprinted away for dear life. I looked around and ran after him, figuring I had nothing better to do and I didn't want to deal with an angry Jami. I'd seen her do some scary things.

I found Potter in the hall about twenty feet away from the portrait whole, staring out a window at the dark courtyard.

"Hey, Potter."

"Whah? Oh, Lily, um, let's go somewhere else. Like the Room of Requirement. I want to, uh, show you some of my horror comics. Yeah, that's it."

I looked at the boy suspiciously. He was wearing ripped jeans with a camouflage jacket, as usual, with a red bandanna tied around his head horizontally like he always did. Falling over the bandanna was his long-ish messy black hair. Him and Sirius were always trying to look so macho, I guess it's part of the whole "monster fighter" image they seemed to think they had.

Potter grabbed me by the wrist and started pulling me away from the window, but before it was out of sight I saw Carla, Brooke, Billie, and Winter out on the grounds. It appeared as if they were coming back from Hogsmeade, they were all laughing about something. I wonder what, and why they were out so late. But then again, no one ever saw those four Gryffindor girls sleeping in their dorms except for daytime naps during classes. Maybe they've got a place in Hogsmeade.

By then Potter had dragged me around the corner, and the window was out of sight. We eventually got to the Room of Requirement, and inside was what I assumed was his comic book collection. It was huge, probably at least a thousand of the paper books. He took my hand and walked me over to some horror comics, where we then sat on the floor as he showed me the gruesome stories, reading them to me aloud at my request. I didn't mind the horror comics, like I said; I had nothing better to do. As the night went on I got sleepier and sleepier, until I finally fell asleep to Potter's voice with my head on his shoulder.

Jami watched as Potter sprinted out of the common room, Lily close behind. The blonde turned her eyes to Sirius, trying to look as evil as possible. Apparently, it was working.

He was trying to look tough as he possibly could, he always was, but the fear was in his eyes.

And at the moment, Jami relished it.

"Sirius, I will say it only one more time. What theory was Potter talking about?"

"Well, y'know Carla, Brooke, Billie and Winter?"

"Sure. Everyone does."

"Potter and I have good reason to believe they're vampires."

As soon as he finished the sentence, Jami was rolling on the floor shaking with laughter. This continued for about two or three minutes, Jami giggling herself to stitches as Sirius sat on the couch watching her, unamused.

"Are you done?"

She finally caught her breath, quietly gasping with a smile, "Too funny, too funny, can't stop, can't stop!"

He rolled his eyes, and she finally stopped laughing and looked at him.

"You were serious?"

"That's my name. But yeah, I really meant it about the vampire thing. Like Potter said, were on a mission to defend the students of Hogwarts from the supernatural. In this case, the super natural are vampire chicks. We fight for Truth, Justice, and the American Way."

Jami listened to him, an entertained smile on her face.

"Siri, you shouldn't read so many horror comics with Potter. I think you might be getting high off the news print."

"Jami, just remember. If you ever notice anything that might suggest a vampire, I need you to tell me. But pray you never will."

"Sure, Sirius, I'll pray I never will."