Hi there. This is a WIP, I have another 8 pages done of this, I kinda like where its going. If I get a good reception on this, then I'll keep writing and posting. A million thanks to Matt, Liz, and Imi who have helped me with this. Any feedback welcome, reviews are lovely, constructive criticism welcome, flames...well I'd rather not thanks but if you feel the need to, then go ahead.

All thoughts are in italics, I don't own anything, except Matthew Rinks, Sophie Vimrod, and others you will meet in later chapters.

Lily stomped up the stairs to Gryffindor Tower. "Rubber Ducks" she muttered to the Fat Lady. She swung open, and Lily went in, turning her head back when she thought she heard someone mumble "poor girl, looks like she's been slapped by the squid…"

'Damn that portrait' she thought.

"Hey Lily!" cried Sophie Vimrod, from over the crowds in the Gryffindor common room. Sophie was Lily's best friend, and though they shared everything now, it hadn't always been smooth sailing with them. In second year, Sophie had hexed Lily's hair to disappear at random intervals for a week, apparently because Lily had got the shoes that Sophie had wanted all year.

Everyone remembered that, and people still wondered how and why they were friends now. Sophie had fought her way through the crowds to meet Lily, but was met with a look of scorn and annoyance.

"What's up Lils?"

"James bloody Potter! Oooh I tell you Soph, if he ever dares to even look at me again, I'll hex him to…to…….arrgghh!!" Lily flopped down on her favourite sofa, right in the corner of the room near the fire, the red rising in her cheeks, her breaths coming in short, sharp puffs as she thought about what had happened.

James had, along with the Marauders, thought it would be amusing to charm her chair to move away from her every time she tried to sit down. This resulted in her following her chair about backwards, stopping every now and then to try and trick it into sitting still, then trying to pounce on it rear first. The reams of laughter from the rest of the Potions class still rang clear in her ears as she told the tale to Sophie.

"Oh for the love of Merlin! Why can't they grow up? To think he's Head Boy as well!!" sighed Sophie, equally appalled by James' behaviour.

Lily huffed. "I don't know. I wish I could still stay here Soph. Being in the same common room for six years with him was bad enough, but now I have to share nearly everything with only him! Except my dorm, thankfully."

Lily Evans was the new Head Girl, and no one could deny that the job couldn't have gone to anyone more deserving. However, the year's Head Boy had turned out to be James Potter, and how that had happened, no one could figure out.

Most people had expected it to be Remus Lupin ("although he does have a lot of time off" reasoned one Ravenclaw girl at the beginning of the year), or possibly Matthew Rinks from Hufflepuff.

But no, Potter had got the job, and now he and Lily shared a private Head's common room, with a large main area and a huge fire place, 6 comfy sofas, a useful selection of books in a corner, and a couple of tables and chairs to work on. They had separate dormitories, but shared a bathroom, which in itself was too large for the whole of their year, never mind just the two of them!

Sophie patted Lily's hand affectionately. "Don't worry Lils. No one really cares; you're one of the most popular girls in school, and everyone knows just what idiots the Marauders are."

Lily nodded silently, replaying the afternoon's events over in her head.

Sirius Black was sitting with his back to a bookcase, laughing until his sides hurt, and tears streamed from his eyes. "That…was amazing! Did you see her face?!"

He reeled over again laughing, eventually sliding down the bookcase until he was lying on the stone floor outside the Potions room.

Remus shook his head, and looked up at James, who still had a smile on his face. Their trick on Lily Evans had worked a treat; everyone had been in stitches…'except poor Lily of course' thought James.

His face fell, and he put his hands in his pockets. Remus noticed this and frowned. Being the most sensible of the group, he knew when something had gone too far, and he also knew when something was wrong with one of his friends.

James made up an excuse about 'having a head's meeting soon' and trudged off.

"Isn't he going the wrong way to his common room?" asked Sirius, standing up and drying his watery eyes on his sleeve.

"No. He's not really got a meeting. Something's up-I'd bet he's feeling bad about the prank, and he wants some time alone" said Remus, sighing. Was he really the only one with any common sense, or wits about him?

"Oh. Well he'll feel better soon no doubt. We never really do any harm. It was just a prank. That's all." said Sirius.

He whacked Peter on the back as if being triumphant about something, and suggested they all go grab a bite to eat before lunch was over. Murmuring their agreement, Peter and Remus turned and walked with Sirius down to the Great Hall, Sirius chattering animatedly, probably planning their next prank.