A/N: This is my attempt at a Lily/James story. It isn't half bad, so I'm told. Hope you guys like it.

Chapter 1:

Maybe this year will be different, thought 17 year old Lily Evans to herself as she walked onto Platform 9and three quarters. Maybe this year he will leave me alone.

"Hey Evans!" a boy's voice yelled somewhere behind her. Upon hearing the voice Lily's heart sank.

"Wishful thinking." she muttered as she turned to face the boy she hated. "What Potter?" Lily asked, clearly annoyed with the boy.

"I've got something to tell you." replied the boy she had called Potter. He was tall, with thick messy jet black hair and dark hazel eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses. He was also very good looking and very fit from the many hours he had played Quidditch.

"I'm not going to go out with you!" Lily yelled slightly exasperated.

"No, that's not it." James Potter replied, sounding mildly mad at her. "I just wanted to tell you," he said his voice returning to normal "that I quit, you win."

"What do you mean?" asked Lily, very confused.

James sighed. "What I mean," he said very quietly "is that I'm going to leave you alone. No more teasing, no more asking you out. I know when there is no longer a point in me asking, and after four years I've finally figured it out." During his little speech, James's voice had steadily grown softer and sadder.

James turned to leave, but Lily stopped him. "I have one thing to ask you." she told him. James nodded and gave her his full attention.

"What caused this change?"

James didn't answer her, but looked down at his sneakers and shrugged. Then he turned and walked away, his head held low and looking depressed.

Shaking her head, Lily grabbed her truck and stowed it in one of the compartments on the Hogwarts Express.

Lily then went to find her mother to say good-bye. Lily lived with her parents and sister, Petunia. This year was going to be her seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and her mother had come to see her off. Her father had wanted to come, but couldn't get off of work. Lily had been a little upset, but had understood. Lily had been very happy to find out that Petunia had refused to come to the station. Petunia despised magic and spent every chance she got calling Lily a freak. Lily had been lucky this summer because her sister had been extremely distracted with arrangement for her marriage to Vernon Dursley, a large beefy man that looked more like a pig than a man.

"Who was that nice young man you were taking to?" asked Mrs. Evan. Lily and Mrs. Evans looked exactly alike. They both had red hair, bright green eyes, and a fiery temper.

Lily snorted. "Nice boy? Yeah, right. That was just James Potter." Lily threw a disgusted look over at James, who was standing a few yards away talking to his mother and one of his best friends, Sirius Black.

"Just James Potter, huh?" Mrs. Evans asked, following her daughter's gaze.

Lily ignored her mother's last comment and said "I have to get going, mum. I still have to go put on my robes and meet the Head Boy." Lily had been made Head Girl.

Mrs. Evans smiled at Lily and thought about how it seemed like just yesterday that she was getting on the train for the first time. "All right," was all she said. "Be careful and do try to have some fun. We'll see you during Christmas break."

"Don't worry mum." Lily said smiling. "I'll be good and careful. And I always have fun. I'll write lots of letters, too. Say bye to dad for me."

With that, Mrs. Evans gave her daughter a kiss on the cheek and let her get on the train excited about her last year of school.

At that same moment, James Potter was having a conversation with his mother and one of his best friends, Sirius Black. Mrs. Potter was a good five inches shorter than her tall son and had light brown hair and blue eyes. She looked quite young for her age and almost always had an unworried expression on her face.
Sirius Black was a tall, handsome boy (even taller than James) with long dark black hair. He also had mysterious looking grey eyes. Sirius was the school heartthrob, next to James, of course. Unlike James, though, Sirius had an aura of coolness that nobody could copy.

"Now boys," Mrs. Potter was saying "I don't want to be getting over a hundred letters about detentions from Professor McGonagall this year. Try to keep it under fifty."

Sirius smiled and saluted her. "Yes ma'm."

James grinned and nodded. She told him every year to keep the amount of detentions he got to a minimum, but never got mad if he didn't.

"James, your father really wishes he could be here to see you off, but with work…." Mrs. Potter's voice trailed off.

James's parents were both famous Aurors and had to work often, but lately it had been worse than usual because of a new dark wizard calling himself Lord Voldemort was running around killing people. James's mother had just barely gotten off of work to see him and Sirius off to their last year at Hogwarts.

"It's o.k. mum." James said. "Just tell him I said bye." Really, it did bother James that he hadn't gotten to see his dad, but didn't want to make a fuss over it.

"You boys better get going soon." Mrs. Potter said, glancing at her wristwatch. "Sirius, dear, you'll be coming for Christmas break, right?"

"I wouldn't want to impose." Sirius mumbled looking at the ground.

"Impose?" Mrs. .Potter laughed. "You're like a second son to us."

Sirius beamed at her. "Fine, I'll come if it isn't going to be too much trouble."

"You boys really have to go now." Mrs. Potter said, pulling each boy into a hug.

"Yeah, come on James" said Sirius, punching James in the arm. "You have to go give Remus and Peter a heart attack."

With that, the two seventeen year olds ran off to get on the train. Mrs. Potter was left there thinking about how fast kids grow up.

A/N: Review please. Tell me you love it, hate it, whatever. It won't bother me.