A/N: Hi all! I started this story a few months ago, but became unhappy with the direction it was taking. I decided to try and write the whole thing and post it, but I felt unmotivated. So after huge revisions, I'm reposting. If you have read the old one, please read these new chapters. I know they'll sound familiar, but there are some crucial changes. I'm really sorry about doing this to you, but I think we'll both be happier in the long run.
Thanks to beta littlemislilyevans.
Disclaimer: HP is not mine.

The Last Day of Term

There are many things I enjoy in this world, but being woken up by a loud noise is not one of them.

BANG!

"Wuzzgoinon?" I shrieked as I sat bolt upright in bed. I searched the room for whatever was keeping me from my warm sheets.

Ah, of course.

Marlene McKinnon was tearing through the trunk at the foot of her bed, obviously looking for something. She must have thrown the lid open loudly.

"What have you lost now, Marlene?" I croaked, still trying to calm down my heart.

She turned to me in a panic. "I can't find my white blouse!"

You know, I'm surprised Marlene could get dressed in the morning. She was the sloppiest and clumsiest person I knew. Yet she was still one of the prettiest girls at Hogwarts. She had deep blue eyes that always seemed to sparkle and long black hair streaked with various colors of the rainbow. (She was kind of the wild child in her family. She'd received a Howler from her straight-laced, pureblood mother for dyeing her hair. She'd forgotten that Marlene had colored it with magic and that the streaks were removable) She was a tall and lanky, which might explain her clumsiness. Most of her lankiness came from her amazingly long legs. She knew how to use them too, which might explain the trail of broken hearts that she always left behind wherever she went.

"Your blouse is under your dresser," came a voice to my right, interrupting my thoughts. I turned to see Alice Prewett sitting primly on her bed, long blonde hair tied back in a smooth plait, her warm brown eyes watching Marlene in amusement. Her trunk had been packed the night before.

Alice and Marlene were complete opposites. Where Marlene was messy, Alice was neat. One was tall, the other short. When Marlene panicked, Alice stayed calm. Marlene forgot something every day, while Alice remembered everything. And I do mean everything. She had a photographic memory, and remembered everything she saw. Which is why she was able to tell Marlene exactly where her shirt was.

But while the two girls were very different, they were also close friends.

So I guess that just leaves me. I'm Lily Evans, Hogwarts sixth year. Long, wavy red hair, green eyes. I'm kind of in-between Alice and Marlene, physically and figuratively. When their personalities clashed, as they were bound to sometimes, I mediated for them.

Okay, Lily, time to stop daydreaming. You're leaving today, so get your head out of the clouds.

Yes, today was my last day as a Hogwarts sixth year. The next time I stepped inside the castle would be during my last year here.

By the time I looked over again, Marlene had retrieved her blouse and thrown it in her now empty trunk, and was proceeding to dump the rest of her clothes in. "I assume you're all packed, Lily?"

I nodded proudly, then realized that her back was to me. "Yes, I am. I've even got my clothes for today laid out on top." I climbed out of bed and opened my trunk to grab them and change. My eyes wandered over my clothes and landed on the empty corner in the back. I froze. Where were they?

"Alice!" I cried frantically. "Have you seen my lucky socks?"

"They're in between your bed and the wall," she said calmly.

I rushed to the crack behind my bed and sighed in relief. There they were, sitting on the floor. I stretched my arm out as far as it could go, but I couldn't reach them. "They're too far away! I can't get them!"

Marlene sighed. "Honestly, Lily, are you a witch or aren't you?"

I gave her a sheepish grin. "Sorry." I pulled out my wand and quietly muttered, "Accio Socks!" They zoomed into my hand and I quickly shoved them into my trunk. There.

You may be wondering why I was freaking out over a pair of socks. As you may have guessed by my use of the word lucky, these weren't just any socks. My mother had bought them for me the first time we'd visited Diagon Alley (yes, they still fit. Don't make fun of me and my tiny feet!). They were purple with silver crowns on them. Every time I put them on, good things would happen. I had passed all major exams with flying colors, and Michael Smith had asked me out the beginning of this year. It had ended badly, but still. He'd asked me out while I was wearing them. I didn't wear them all the time, since that would dilute the luckiness.

I quickly dressed and we all made our way down to the Great Hall. The students of Hogwarts would gather there before we left for the train. We didn't have our luggage, since they would be packed on the train before we left.

It seemed that everyone was there when we entered, including a boy leaning against the doorway.

"Alright, ladies?" drawled Sirius Black, tossing his thick, black hair out of his steel gray eyes. He was addressing all of us, but his eyes were focused on Marlene.

Sirius Black was the playboy of Hogwarts. He was very similar to Marlene in some aspects, except Lena had standards on who she'd date. Black had none at all.

She gave him a bored stare that told normal boys to buzz off.

But since when has Black been normal?

He smirked at her, making her cheeks turned a slight pink before she replied, "We were 'til you opened your mouth." I glanced at Alice out of the corner of my eye and noticed that she was looking at me. She gave an imperceptible nod, which I returned. We would confront Marlene about this later.

Sirius pouted and placed a hand over his heart. "That hurts, McKinnon."

Marlene rolled her eyes and stalked past him. Sirius turned slightly to watch her- or, should I say, her butt- walk away. When he turned back, he noticed Alice and me giving him identical glares.

"What?" he put up his hands in mock surrender. "I'm a guy, I have hormones."

"Staring at McKinnon's ass again, Padfoot?" asked a voice from behind Sirius, causing me to roll my eyes. He would show up right before I was free of him.

James Potter was the boy who had been obsessed with me since third year. He asked me out constantly and threatened any boy who ever showed an interest in me. Which is why I'd only ever gone out with Smith. I couldn't stand him.

He sauntered up beside his best friend, running his hands through his already out-of-control hair. Behind his glasses, hazel eyes were focused on me. He noticed me watching him, and gave me a slow, deliberate wink. I curled my lip in disgust and looked away.

"Aw, Evans, don't be like that," he whined.

"I'm sorry, would you rather I fall all over myself swooning over you?" I said sarcastically.

Potter smirked at me. "If you feel it's necessary."

I ground my teeth in frustration. Damn him and his clever comebacks. "It's called sarcasm, Potter. The last person I would ever swoon over is you."

"You didn't seem to have a problem fawning over Smith last term."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"He's a slimy git."

"Yeah, I know. Hence the fact that we're not dating anymore. Besides, I don't even know why it concerns you."

Black let out a bark of laughter. Potter glared at him as I gave him a confused look. What was so funny about my last comment?

"You know, for being at the top of the class, Evans," Black said cheerfully, "you can be very thick."

My face grew red. Having no comeback to reply with, I stalked past him. I could feel his eyes following me, so I called out, "Stop staring at my ass, Potter!"

I heard him ask Black, "How does she always know?"

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