A/N Okay it's my first FF so be nice. Please! It is my birthday! (Really it is)

Disclaim: I own nothing (except my Uni fund)

Chapter 1

It's never turns out like you thought

I love trains. That's odd isn't it? Loving trains. But I do. I love everything about them, from the little doors, the windows, the small seats.

I love steam trains most of all, the smoke, the compartments, even the heavy paint. Being on a steam train makes me feel like I belong in the world of stories. But then I suppose I do, belong in stories I mean; I'm a witch after all. Except it's not all fairies and handsome princes on white stallions. Instead its exams, war and as for the prince; he's MIA.

But it could be worse I could not go to Hogwarts (during its golden years Dumbledore is headmaster!) I could not be in Gryffindor (the best house!) I could have no friends, I could have missed seeing The Eagles in concert (I didn't wooh!!) and I couldn't have just been made Head Girl!

HEAD GIRL!!!!!

This is so cool, me head girl. I get my own dorm and common room – yeah I have to share with the head boy but it'll either be Remus (But if he's there that means the rest of them will constantly be there to… so scrap that I don't what him) or that John guy from Ravenclaw and it'll look so good on my CV.

'Lily-pops!' as the door is slid open and the speaker hurls herself at me.

'Hey Alice' I say weakly

'We were searching for you everywhere, but you're in a compartment and I haven't seen you all summer, and is that a HG badge I see peaking out of your bag.' Alice wags her finger at me. 'Theses are the things you tell your best friend in letters, Lily dear, L-E-T-T-E-R-S you remember them don't you, because I didn't receive a single one you know!'

'Yeah I know I was busy, sorry' Alice shrugged as she slumps next to, rummaging in my bag. 'You lot okay?'

'Fine,' Mary replies quietly. Actually I've never known her to raise her voice above a whisper, like a china doll. She looks like one too, small and dainty, not beautiful exactly but pretty, classic with her blonde, slightly wavy hair and big wide eyes.

Aisling doesn't look up from her Daily Prophet as she answers ''pose, shouldn't you be shouting at some 6th year, Lils?'

'Why?' I ask puzzled

Aisling slowly lifts her head up to look up at me and pushes her almost, black hair out of her eye and just stairs at me eyebrows raised above her blue eyes. It dawns on me and I jump up and grab my bag and robes.

'There you go' Aisling says turning back to the newspaper. She's a beast on the Quidditch pitch but off if she not, but sometimes the pitch sarcasm and dry humour emerges.

'I'll see you lot at the sorting' I say opening the door. Alice collapses theatrically with her hand on her forehead.

'Always leaving us, Lily, what ever shall we do?' I laugh, it's the only way to react to Alice otherwise you would go crazy and be institutionalised

Walking down the train, occasionally having to dodge one of the lower pupils as they run past. I think about who I want to be head boy; again. I've been over it so many times in my head.

I've thought about it day and night, I've had dreams about it (in one Voldemort was head boy and then jumped in jelly and began to swim around while taking all his clothes off, then James walked in wearing a really….. you know what doesn't matter) but all my dreams couldn't have prepared me for the site in the Head's compartment (very nice I must add, I should tell Dumbledore that, good use of colour) because there with his feet up, reading a book, wearing clothes not to dissimilar from the ones he was wearing in my dream, is James Potter.

I stand there for a minute taking in the seen his robes are by his feet all scrunched up with his HB badge just peaking out; he casually flips the pages in the book, like he's trying to find his favourite parts. I must have made some sort of sound because he suddenly jumped up, his book falling to the floor. 'Oh hi Evans didn't see you there.' he says running his hand though his messy hair, but not the way he usually does, it looked like a nervous tick. His eyes quickly glance over me, up my legs and linger slightly at my chest (Yeah my top probably shows too much, but still he could have more tack) as he meets my eyes he quickly raises his eyebrows and smirks at me. I take a sharp breath and roll my eyes,

'Morning Potter,' sitting down I grab the rota I drew up over the summer and chuck it at him. He catches it with no problem and glances over it. He looks up at me

'You did this?'

Speaking very slowly 'yes Potter, I did' I reply sarcastically

'Why?' he asks still looking dumb struck

'Because it will save us time and I can just give them to the prefects, when they arrive.' sarcasm dripping though my words.

James looks at me, then the rota, then at me again 'We'

'Excuse me?' I don't get it, who just suddenly says 'we' I know he's weird, well all four of the Marauders are, but they are the brightest boys – with the exception of Pettigrew- in the school.

James looks at me intently 'you said 'I' I'm correcting you, you should have said 'we' not 'I' I'm a Head as well, Lily'

'Evans' I reply instinctively

'Same difference,' James says offhandedly, 'but I'm still head boy'

I glare at him, he suddenly becomes head boy after being the most arrogant – up himself - cocky – git for the past 7 years and then he thinks he can start correcting my speech and has the nerve to call me Lily 'So what, after 7 years you finally grow up and then suddenly power falls at your feet? It doesn't work like that, Potter.'

He stared at me then silently scoffed, 'Finally! Christ Evans, where have you been for the last 7 years? All I've been doing is growing. Yeah okay there are probably people who have been working towards head boy for years, but guess what, I got it, me, James Potter, it doesn't always turn out the way you think it should. Has no one ever told you that?' James voice got louder and more irate as he went on, he had never spoken to me like that before, we had argued almost every day throughout Hogwarts but he had never spoken to me like that, never. We stare at each other him breathing heavily me hardly comprehending what had just happened.

Pulling my eyes away, I take the copies of the rota out of my bag 'the prefects will be here soon' I whispered because if he think he's getting away with that, he obviously is a bigger idiot than I thought, he is going to be living in hell for the next year!