A.N. Hello, hello, one and all. This is a new LJ story I've been working on. It's just been stuck in my head for weeks, and while I'm still working on the other stories for G.G. this is just something that came to me, and I had to write it down. Oh yea, and as of yet, this story has no name. So the title you get is just a random title. In fact, I've got it saved under, "That story with no title as of yet." So please, any title suggestions, are deeply appreciated. Right now, this shall be called "Next Door."

Chapter 1

Ding!

The doorbell of the Evan's household rang.

"I got it!" the eldest daughter yelled, running towards the front door.

When she finally unlocked and opened the door, the nineteen year old was surprised.

"Movers," the stranger said.

"I'm sorry, I think that you have the wrong house," Petunia Evan's told him politely. "The house next door might be the one you're looking for, the people there recently moved out."

"Yes, so sorry, I see where I made the mix up. Good day," he replied, quickly turning around, clip board in hand.

Petunia quietly shut the door and returned to the kitchen, where she had until recently, been eating breakfast, only to see that the rest of her family had congregated there.

"It seems that we're finally getting new neighbors!" Petunia gushed to her sister Lily, and parents.

"Finally! It's been over a month since I've been back from school, and the house was up for sale a long time before that!" Lily replied, keeping her sister happy by listening to the latest gossip.

"I know! It's already the beginning of August!"

The rest of the day, Lily spent lounging around the house, doing whatever appealed to her.

Petunia however, was watching the house with excitement, watching, waiting for the new family to come. Although, it wasn't until six o'clock that night she got a glimpse of them.

"Lily, Lily, come here!" Petunia was only this nice when there was juicy gossip to spread to anyone who'll listen.

Lily hurried downstairs from her second story room, still clad in an army green tank top and gym shorts.

"What is it Tuney?" she asked.

"The new family's finally here!"

"How many?"

"Two parents, two boys by the look of it, but it looks like one of the boys is a bit out of place, not related," Petunia informed her sister.

Lily nodded, thinking about what the family would be like, but somehow her thoughts turned to James Potter. For some reason, they always turned to James.

Until towards the end of school sixth year, she had hated him, but now…now she was starting to like him, possibly as more than a friend.

"I guess I'll just have to introduce myself tomorrow; both boys were very cute," Petunia pondered, snapping Lily out of her thoughts.

"Don't you have a boyfriend Tuney?"

"Yes, but I should still be polite and introduce myself."

Lily merely nodded before heading back upstairs to finish her book. As she got there however, she couldn't get her mind back onto the book, as always her thoughts distracted her.

'Do I really like him?' she though.

'His head has deflated quite a bit,'

'And he is a bit charming.'

'But am I ready to swallow my pride?'

Alone time was always hardest for Lily; her brain could never stop thinking and processing, never giving her any peace.

The sun was setting now, leaving the sky brilliant shades of pink, yellow, and orange. Lily sighed, then thought about her birthday later this month, her seventeenth, which would make her of age in the wizarding world, but it was also the age where Petunia would hate and resent her even more. For being a "freak." Her sister hated her, and her parents were getting distant, the only time she felt good or adored was when she was with James.

"Sirius, mate, I just saw someone looking at us through that window, and then a flash of red," James Potter told his best friend.

"Will you stop obsessing over Evans, Prongs?" Sirius complained.

"I didn't say anything about her, that was all you."

"I know what you were thinking."

"Oh, so you're a mind reader now. When did this happen? How could you not tell me?"

"Shove it."

"Testy today, aren't we?"

"Just hungry, Prongs."

"Then get food, Padfoot! I thought you were smarter than that!" James commented, shaking his head.

"Ok, then, I think I will," Sirius retorted before marching off in the direction of the kitchen.

James, while in his solitude, had taken to thinking about Lily Evans, the girl he was so called, "obsessed" with.

He had tried to get her to go out with him for four years, and only recently had she started flirting back.

'Maybe she's starting to like me,' he thought.

"James, Sirius? I think that it's time for bed!" Mrs. Potter called downstairs.

"Yes, Mum!" both responded.