A Note From the Author: I am using, in this story, parts of those fanfictions which I have seen many a time, and if one of yours appears then do not be alarmed, upset, or given to vapours and palpitations - clearly you have managed to hit on a theme that appeals to a lot of people. That's democracy, in a way.

1 - An Introduction.

Lily Evans was a pretty average girl in every way. Every way, that is, except one: she was a witch. She had vivid green eyes that contrasted stunningly with her long, dark red hair. She was the top of her year in every subject apart from transfiguration. She had two obsessive stalkers, one was an oily creep that nobody liked and the other was the ever popular James Potter, who half of the Hogwarts population was lusting after. She was incredibly beautiful. She would also eventually die to save her son, thus ensuring he survived to become the hero and saviour of the wizarding world. Lily Evans was perfectly ordinary.

It was another bright, sunny morning of the good old summer hols and Lily woke up. She always woke up early, and today was no exception. Her room was bland at first glance, but upon closer inspection would show signs of a romantic with zest. The long bookshelf was stacked with as many love tales as spell books, and her duvet was printed with roses. There was, however, no vanity table in Lily's room. There was an adequate mirror on the wall for peering at one's face, and a hairbrush accompanied by a pot of hair-bands on the bedside table. Lily plucked one of these bands, and the hairbrush, and swept her hair into the customary bun, suddenly rendering her perfect face utterly unremarkable to look at. One cannot be as beautiful as she and look good in such a bun. It was small and tight, and loose strands of hair fell around her face, covering her high and delicate cheekbones. She did not realise fully how beautiful she was, but wished to make herself unattractive so that people would like her for the person she was, rather than for her amazing looks.

The unremarkable looking Lily traversed the stairs to the kitchen, where she sat at the table with a yawn.

"Morning, darling." said her mother. "I've made pancakes."

"Yay! Pancakes!" Cried Lily, for these were her most favoured breakfast. It would have been a fantastic start to the morning, had not her older sister walked in at that moment and ruined it for her.

"Hey, freak." Petunia spat, horse-nose wrinkled in revulsion. This morning Petunia was already dressed to the nines in a long pink summer dress, her blonde hair in a careful updo. "Vernon will be coming soon, to pick me up for his mother's garden party. Don't you dare do ANYTHING weird or freakish while he's here."

"No weird, no freakish. Got it." Lily, biting pancake with little concern for her sister. Having said this, her sister's behaviour did bother her, because once they had been so close - more best friends than sisters, but she was starting to pretend at least that it did not affect her, despite the fact that she currently had a stabbing pain in her eyes as a result of trying to hold back tears.

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Two little girls were playing tea parties in a blossoming garden at a little white table with a small plastic tea service. The older blonde one poured fake tea into the cups of the younger redhead, herself and two dollies, looking for all the world as though she were one grand dowager serving another. The pair picked up their cups gracefully, sipping with their littlest fingers held exaggeratedly aloft.

"Tuney," the smaller girl began, setting down her cup in a more preoccupied manner.

"Yes, Lilsy?" responded her sister (screechily), who placed her own cup precisely.

"Will we always be the bestest of friends?" Lily asked anxiously.

"For ever and ever." Petunia spat with friendly dignity, holding out a solemn hand for her sister to take. Lily shook with equal gravity, and in an instant the moment of fervency was lost, and the two girls were once again playing pretend among the flowers.

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Those years together had been wonderful for Lily and Petunia. Petunia had even, after a fashion, gracefully accepted Lily's magic power and her own lack thereof. It had all changed when a large walrus inveigled himself into her sister's admiration. There was no love lost between Lily and Mr Dursley. She was just contemplating a blissful, spiteful way of turning him into something small and scaly, when an owl soared into the kitchen and dropped it's envelope, coincidentally right into Petunia's muesli bowl. Milk was sprayed. Petunia screamed with gusto.

"You freak!" She screeched. "Look at my dress! You had better find a way of cleaning it before Vernon comes without your filthy hands dirtying it, or I'll never speak to you EVER AGAIN!!!" There was a moment of silence, in which Lily and Petunia gave each other measuring looks and their mother struggled to find her words.

"Okay." Said Lily, and before Petunia could tell what was going on, her wand was pulled from her pyjama waistband, and the milk was gone.

"ARE YOU MAD?!?!? DON'T POINT THAT THING AT ME!" Petunia bellowed, hair quavering within the position it had been moussed. It was, Lily realised, a step too far. Petunia lunged, face uncharacteristically red, and Lily fell. Her mother grabbed Petunia, and the door-lock clicked open. They froze in place, surprise pasted on their faces, and a large voice called-

"Petunia?"

"I gave him the key," she whispered in horror, face whitening, and before any of them had thought to move, the bulk of Vernon moved into the doorway, to look upon the oddity. There was an awkward pause, and their mother acted first, pushing Petunia towards her boyfriend and pulling Lily towards the stairs.

"Sorry, love. Could you read this in your room? I know it's a pain, but I think it's best if you all stay out of each other's way. I can bring you up more pancakes, if you promise not to spill treacle on the carpet." Lily nodded, and left quickly, taking the letter. As she left she heard Vernon comforting Petunia, as she hysterically told him of how 'that horrid freak' had tried to throw milk at her. Lily quirked one eyebrow.

Once safely ensconced in her room, Lily inspected the envelope properly. It was a Hogwarts letter, this much was apparent, but it was thicker and heavier than usual, and arriving earlier. She opened and upended it, and a glittering gold badge dropped onto her hand. Lily gasped. A head girl badge! What a surprise! Well, okay, maybe she was expecting it. After all, she was top of her year for most subjects, and she never stepped out of line. She wondered who would be head boy - undoubtedly Remus Lupin. He was clever, popular and a model student. Not to mention gorgeous. It was a wonder, really, that he hung around with those friends of his. They never listened to anybody, and were prats. Not to mention gorgeous.

She scanned the rest of the letter, searching for an indication that she was right, but found no answer. But what did it matter? She was head girl! She would, as the letter said, get a common room specially for her and her co-head, and could make up passwords. She had always wanted to make up passwords. (A/N Do they honestly get a common room? No. I doubt it.)

Lily's mother appeared at the doorway with a tray of steaming food and Lily tackled her the moment it was placed squarely on a surface.

"Mum! I'm head girl!" Lily squealed.

"Oh how fantastic, darling! We must tell your father! And you deserve something lovely - a present. You've worked so hard for this. I'm so happy it's all paid off." She kissed her daughter ecstatically.

Constructive criticism is absolutely fine. I would like suggestions if anyone has them. If you have a little cliché idea jumping around your sub cranium, please tell me!

On the other hand, don't flame. Please. I don't want to offend anyone, and I would hope, even if you despise my work, that you would extend the same courtesy. It's your choice, though.

I have a confession to make – I think clichés are rather useful. People write them off all the time, but really what they should find annoying is overuse of them. A popular idea reworked can be a beautiful creation. On the other hand, do not write a fic like this one.