A/N - Welcome to this Hogwarts story! It's magical, it's funny (I hope), it's dramatic, it's lively and sometimes emotional.
It is set in the past of the normal Harry Potter series, in the time when James Potter and Lily Evans were in their third year at Hogwarts. Read as a term of drama, muggle living and of course, magic, enfolds.
Without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to…
"Lily Evans," said Sirius Black, in a mocking tone.
"Lily Evans," said Remus Lupin, in a serious voice.
"Lily Evans," said Peter Pettigrew, indifferently.
"No. You're all wrong. It's Lily Evans," said James Potter, breathily.
Sirius sat up, and with a look of tortured familiarity on his face, said, "That's what we all said, Jimmy!"
"No, Padfoot. When you mention her name, it must be accompanied with the required modulation of voice." As an afterthought, James added, "And don't call me Jimmy!"
"All right then, Prongs. Lily Evans," said Sirius, pretending to choke and gasp for air. "That better?"
James retorted snappily and Sirius was drawn into the battle of insulting words, while Remus chuckled, amused.
He turned to the first-year who had unwittingly been the cause for this argument. The poor boy, Michael, had merely wanted to know the names of all his housemates. It was the muggle-born's first year at school; he had been home-schooled by a private tutor before coming to Hogwarts.
Remus had put the boy at ease, understanding the nervousness he suffered from. He had introduced him to all the Gryffindor students. When Michael had pointed at Lily, who was leaning back on a chair and reading, and asked for her name, the entire drama had begun.
Michael was now looking at James and Sirius with a bewildered expression on his face. Remus smiled at him kindly, before reassuring him that the two were not lunatics, however much it seemed so.
"Now, scoot. And find some friends of your own age, Michael. I'm sure James and Sirius will drive you crazy with their antics otherwise."
Michael grinned at him and obeyed, joining another group of first-years in their emphatic conversation.
"Are you planning to wake up anytime today, Marlene McKinnon?" asked Lily, exasperated with her best friend.
"Five more minutes, Lils," a very sleepy Marlene answered.
"Come on, Mar! Breakfast will be over if we wait for five minutes."
"What?" exclaimed Marlene, and sat up hastily. "Why didn't you tell me that before? I'm ravenous!"
Lily laughed at her friend's horrified expression, and found herself saying, "C'mon! I'll make your bed, and you get dressed fast!"
Within a jiffy, the girls had cleared up their side of the dormitory, and headed to the Great Hall for breakfast.
"What class do we have first today?" asked Marlene as the girls sat down for breakfast.
"It's Muggle Studies," Lily replied between bites of her sandwich.
"Oh, have you heard that we're going to have a project in Muggle Studies this first term?" asked Mary MacDonald, from the other side of the table.
"No. What could it be? It's the first time we're going to be taking Muggle Studies. What kind of project could they give us?" asked Lily.
"I don't know. But apparently, it will help acquaint us with Muggle practices," said Mary.
At that moment, the bell rang and breakfast was cleared away. The three girls got up and left for their dormitories, with Marlene whining, "I really wanted some of that cake. It made my mouth water. But just as I take a piece onto my plate, breakfast has to be cleared away! How is that fair?"
Lily and Mary exchanged looks and decided not to answer that question, as they picked up the required book and quills for the upcoming class.