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Warm summer's sunshine flooded through the open windows into the small green bedroom. A petite, 16-year-old girl was snuggled down in her bed, lost in a world of dreams. A soft breezed blew through the windows, and her nose scrunched; a normal scene for a not-so-normal girl. Suddenly, a loud and quick rapping thudded across her door.

"Get up, freak! Mum says it's time to eat. Not that you deserve to eat." A harsh voice said through the wood. Lily groaned.

"Merlin, it's too early…" she mumbled. She sighed and stretched in her bed, enjoying the cool air on her face and limbs. She rested there a few moments before she climbed out of bed and walked down the stairs.

Her family was seated at the small wooden table. The smell of French toast, porridge, and eggs filled the air, and Lily's stomach growled with new-found hunger.

"Morning, mum." Lily greeted. Lily's mother, a small red-headed woman, smiled at her.

"Morning, love." She replied. Lily flopped in a chair next to her father, Henry. Petunia glared at her.

"Morning, freak." She snapped. Lily glared at her.

"Morning, Tuney." Lily said back.

"Stop it." Henry said to both of his children. Both girls sighed, glared once more at each other, and started their breakfast. Henry returned to his morning paper. Just as Rose sat herself at the table with a cup of tea for each member of her family, a sharp tap! sounded across the small kitchen. At the window was a large brown owl, with a small packet tied to its leg. Lily jumped up, immediately recognizing the animal's purpose.

"Mum! My school letters are here!" she said. She opened the window and the large owl stepped it and hopped onto Lily's out stretched arm. He stuck his leg out, and Lily took the parcel away from him.

"You're a good boy, aren't you?" Lily cooed. The owl hooted softly as Lily stroked him.

"Get that rat out of here!" Petunia snapped. Lily grinned.

"Rat? He's a magnificent OWL, Petunia." Lily said. She filled a glass with water and set it on the counter. The owl hopped down and dipped his beak into it.

"Mum! How can you allow that nasty thing to sit on the counter?!"Petunia said. Rose laughed and walked over to the owl.

"He's precious." She said. She stroked him as well before he jumped up to the window sill, and flew off, back to Hogwarts.

Lily eagerly opened her parcel from school. It was quite a bit thicker this year. The letter read:

Miss Evans,

I happy to inform you that you have been given the honor of Head Girl Position for your seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Your grades and well behaved manner throughout your years at Hogwarts have proven yourself worthy of the Head Girlship, and I fully expect you to talk full authority and take your position seriously.

As Head Girl, you have been given the responsibility to give and take away points from fellow students. You are allowed to give detentions without a teacher's supervision or permission. You, along with the newly picked Head Boy, will be required to perform nightly patrols of the hallways. You will also be required to have a meeting with your Head of House and fellow Head Student once a week.

A meeting for the Head Boy and Girl will held on the Hogwarts Express after the Prefects Meeting. Please be on the train of 9 ¾ on September 1st. Congratulations on your new position and final year at Hogwarts!

With all sincerity and warmth,

Albus Dumbledore

Lily was nearly trembling with happiness. Her long, delicate white fingers picked up the shiny gold badge; "Head Girl" twinkled up at her, and a massive grin spread across her face.

"Dear, what is it?" Rose Evans asked.

"I'm… I'm Head Girl!" Lily squealed. She jumped up and down in her pajamas. Both of her parents jumped up and hugged her. Petunia scowled into her porridge.

"Oh, Lily, my dear! This is wonderful!" Rose exclaimed, hugging her youngest daughter. Lily hugged her back, taking in her mother's soap and lavender scent. The smell brought back fond memories of childhood. Her other comforting her in a rain storm, Petunia and her playing with their dolls in the garden.

"So? What's the big deal? She's not getting married, she'll never find a normal husband! She'll just marry a freak, if she ever marries at all." Petunia snapped. A stinging sensation scorched Lily's stomach. Never a happy moment… Henry Evans turned to his eldest daughter.

"Petunia, I'm tired of this! You can't let Lily have her happiness. She congratulated you on your engagement, and I expect you to do the same for her." Henry said. The tone in his voice made it very, very clear that he was not joking around at all.

Petunia scowled once more, and stuck her nose even higher in the air.

"Congratulations, Lily." She aid stiffly. Lily forced a smile.

"Thank you, Pet." She said softly. Petunia turned on her heel and stalked out of the kitchen.

"She'll come along one day, flower." Henry said, stroking his daughter's hair. "It'll just take her time."

There couldn't be two different people, Lily and Petunia. When once they had been inseparable, now they could barely be civil with one another. Where Lily was kind, forgiving, sweet, and well natured, Petunia was cold, judgmental, and hard. Even their appearances differed greatly from one another.

Lily was slim yet curvy, with pale, porcelain skin dusted with freckles. She was 5'5'', with a size seven shoe. Yet, the most noticeable thing about her was her hair and her eyes. Her eyes were the brightest green most people had ever seen. They were almond shaped, and bright as emeralds. The second thing very distinct about her was her hair. Full, thick, long and curly, it was a vibrant red that was a beacon as she walked down the hallways. As a child she hated it. As a teenager, she began to love it. It was her signature color, she would joke.

Petunia, however, was the polar opposite. Thin blonde hair framed her narrow face, and dark brown eyes looked upon things with no feeling. She had an abnormally long neck, and she was tall and slender.

Lily fingered the gold badge and sat back down in her chair. "Wow…" she muttered. Happiness was flooding her, despite Petunia's ridicules. "This is amazing. I've been dreaming of this since I was eleven, and there it is. I'm Head Girl!" She breathed.

"Congratulations, dear." Rose said, "We'll have to go out to dinner tonight to celebrate."

"May I be excused? I want to tell Dorea and Alice." She smiled.

"Of course, Lily. Go right ahead."

Lily grinned and raced up the steps to her room. She sat at her desk and pulled out two scrolls of parchment, quill and ink. Her barn owl, Svana, cooed at her.

She wrote:

Dear Dorea,

You'll never believe the news: I'VE BECOME HEAD GIRL! I'm so excited! Mum and Dad are real proud too, but of course Tuney had to piss on my moment. Ugh. Anyway, are we still going to your house for the last two days of summer break?

Love you, love you, love you!

Lily

Alice,

I GOT HEAD GIRL! Isn't that amazing? I'm so happy. When we go to Dorea's we need to celebrate, my treat! Mum and Dad were real happy, and of course Petunia had to ruin it. Gaaah. Oh well. Have you heard anything from Frank? Or Remus?

Loooove,

Lily

Lily tied the two letters to her owl's leg, and Svana flew out the window, off to deliver Lily's news to her friends. She smiled. Nothing, not even Petunia, could ruin this day.

James Potter was stretched across his bed, snoring loudly. It was well past noon, and yet he still wasn't awake. He was lost in a dream world of lilies and Quidditch.

"JAMES EFFING POTTER! WAKE UP!" A 17 year old boy yelled. James groaned and rolled over in bed.

"Get up! I need food!" Sirius Black practically screamed.

"Sirius Orion Black, I will MURDER you if you do not get off my bloody bed!" James yelled. He sat up and glared at his best friend.

"Prongs, if you don't get up I'm going to be forced to use physical action against you." Sirius placed his hands on his hips and hopped off the bed.

"Why!?" James asked, flopping back down into bed. "I was having a good dream…"

"You can have a dream about Lily Evans anytime. GET UP! I'm hungry."

James groaned, but got up. "You're lucky you're my best friend, or else I'd probably kill you and get sent to Azkaban."

"Yeah, right, none of us will ever go to Azkaban. That's a promise." Sirius grinned.

Sirius Black and James Potter made up half of the group, The Marauders. Relentless and legendary, they were the resident pranksters of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. No other group of friends had a biggest detention record, and bigger hate of the Slytherin house. The other half of their group was Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin. Although Remus had become a Prefect in their fifth year, he still helped his friends house with their pranks, and his silver tongue got them out of trouble many times.

Each Marauder had their own distinct personality and appearance. James Potter was tall and lean, with raven hair that was always sticking up in every direction. His eyes were a bright, brilliant hazel, framed behind square glasses. He was loyal, strong, fierce, and brave. He was a heart throb at Hogwarts. His rugged looks rarely escaped the admirations of his classmates, and he was hated by Lily Evans.

Sirius Black was so alike James, they could have been brothers. Sirius was only slightly shorter than James. He had shaggy black year, and dark gray eyes. His fine chiseled features and sharp cheekbones made him Hogwarts number one heart throb. His looks were as dark as his last name, yet he had a heart of gold. Notorious woman chaser and slacker, he was infamous with all his teachers and classmates. He lived with James and the Potter family now because his family was highly evolved in the Dark Arts, helping the opposition in the fledging war.

Remus Lupin was so very much different than two of his friends. His hair was a honey blonde, and his warm brown eyes saw the good in all people. He was around five foot ten, and had scars running across his face and body. He was studious, kind, and loving. He was loyal to James and Sirius, despite their rule-breaking way. He was the top wizard in his class.

Only one word could truly describe Peter Pettigrew, and that word was plain. Or perhaps 'ordinary' could work as well. He was short, around five six, with a chubby body and a rat-like face. His mousy brown hair was always messed up, and not in a good way. It was a mystery to many in Hogwarts why this plain boy was in tight in the Marauders. However, he was funny when he wanted to be, and a rather good liar. For some reason, his friend's loved him, and for that he was a Marauder.

Tighter friends, there never was. They were loyal to each other, and had the uncanny knack to lie in perfect unison. When one would start a lie, the other three could easily add to it, never missing a beat. Every teacher almost hated them, and every Slytherin DID hate them.

James and Sirius raced each other down the stairs to the kitchen. The Potter Manor was huge, thanks to family wealth and James's father, Aldaric Potter, was the residing Minister of Magic. James just barely beat Sirius down to the kitchen, where Aldaric and Dalriada (James's biological mother and Sirius's surrogate mother), sat, watching their sons bound into the kitchen. A house elf was serving them.

"I beat you, Padfoot." James cheered."You owe me six galleons, you blimey git."

Sirius growled at James in a very dog like manner and lunged at him. The two boys rolled around on the floor, laughing, swearing and jeering. The small elf, named Lonzo, jumped out of the way to avoid getting hit.

"Boys! BOYS!" Dalriada yelled to deaf teenage ears. "BOYS!"

Aldaric sighed, and without looking up from his morning paper, he flicked his wand in an upwards fashion, and both boys were suspended by their ankles in midair.

"OI!" James yelled, "Not fair!"

"Yeah, Dad! I had to fight him!" Sirius also yelled. Aldaric looked at his sons and grinned. The little elf, Lonzo, looked like he was about to burst into giggles any time.

"It's alright, Lonzo, you can laugh." Aldaric said. At his master's permission, little Lonzo burst into a fit of high pitched giggles. Aldaric was almost identical to his biological son, James. Dark, raven hair that was always sticking up and sprinkled with gray, tall lean body, lopsided smile and square framed glasses. His eyes were brown, where as James's were hazel.

"Boys, sit." Their mother said.

"Yes, mum." They both said, and sat.

Dalriada was beauty. Her chestnut brown hair had streaks of brown in it, and her hazel eyes were bright. Her porcelain skin and angel face made her lovely to all eyes, and her kindness matched her beauty. She never turned away a person, and she always had room in her heart for forgiveness for everyone.

James and Sirius sat down at the table as Lonzo served them breakfast. Just as they started wolfing down their eggs and bacon, two large black owls swooped in and dropped parcels onto the dark, glossy table. One parcel, addressed to James, was quite a bit bigger than Sirius's.

"Hogwarts!" James cried, grabbing at him parcel. He opened it up and started reading the pages as Sirius tore into his. Aldaric looked up at James, who had gone very pale.

"James? Are you alright, son?" he said. James looked at him, and he looked as though he had just seen the Dark Mark.

"Honey? Are you okay?" Dalriada asked. Before James could answer his family, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out.

"Prongs!" Sirius yelled. He slapped James's face. "Wake up, mate!"

Aldaric grabbed the letter in his son's limp fingers. He quickly scanned it, and his jaw dropped slightly, and he looked at his wife. "Merlin…" he said.

"Aldaric, what is it?" Dalriada asked.

"He… He… He's Head Boy, Dal." Aldaric said.

Just like her son, Dalriada's eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she fell into a dead faint.

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