A/N: Harry Potter/James Potter/Anything you recognize belongs to J.K. Rowling. If it belonged to me, I'd be sitting in my own little mansion in London, with my Pearl Masters kit - custom made, and several Epiphone guitars. See any of this? No. Good. Because I'm not J.K.
Chapter One: The Beginning
Lily Evans slid the door shut on the Hogwarts express, taking a seat in the small compartment. She was alone inside, and Lily had to confess, that was the way she liked it.
The auburn haired girl heaved a light sigh, flicking a few strands of hair from in front of her emerald green eyes. These eyes darted around the carriage, before settling on the scenery beyond the train.
Green fields, Blue skies, and tall forests sped to and from her gaze, the 11 year old watching the world fly past in a quiet awe.
Lily was soon broken from her silent astonishment when the carriage door slid open, and a short, blonde girl shifted awkwardly in the doorway.
"D'you mind? Everywhere else is full..." Lily shook her head, offering a seat opposite her to this girl. She cracked a grin, and thanked her softly.
"Are you new here?" the blonde nodded at Lily's question, her teeth sinking into her soft lip as a nervous reflex.
"Are you?" Lily nodded in reply, taking in this new arrival.
She was short, or at least, a good inch shorter than Lily. Her blonde hair fell in ringlets down her back, and her features were small.
Without a doubt, her best features - like Lily's herself - were her eyes. They fit her face perfectly, the silvery-blue orbs holding a mystified glaze at the world around them, but in the same sense, they appeared so deep and soulful.
"I'm Lily... Lily Evans..." The blonde smiled again, showing off perfect white teeth.
"I'm Rebekah... Rebekah Simpson..."
This initial barrier down, the two girls began to talk and gossip together quietly over the next few hours - Lily learning that Rebekah had an older brother, Lance (The Gryffindor Quidditch Captain, no less), and came from a pureblood family.
Rebekah, as well, learnt about Lily's past with her elder sister, Petunia, and muggle parents, each detail of Lily's childhood seeming to fascinate her.
Each girl found something unique in the other, and almost immediately, created a friendship that would hold fast for the rest of their lives.
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On another end of the train, more history was being made, as a young boy with messy black hair, deep, dark brown eyes, and round glasses met, and bonded with another boy - his black hair holding a casual grace with it, and his grey eyes glinting in mischievous glee.
"You brought a spider on the train?" James, the one with glasses, asked incredulously.
"Uh-huh... I wanted to make sure I was ready, just in case something happens..." The other boy, Sirius, replied.
James raised an eyebrow.
"Like?"
"Girls..." both Sirius and James shivered at the thought.
"Girls? Disgusting..." A few moments of silence past, before the boys eyes met, both holding the same sly sparkle in their eyes.
James quickly jumped up, and slid the carriage door open, beckoning Sirius to follow him down the train corridor.
They peered into each carriage, finally coming to one that held two girls that looked around their age.
James wordlessly beckoned Sirius to hand him the jar, which the boy did, and he unscrewed the lid, sliding the door ajar. The tarantula crawled out of its home, scampering quickly into the carriage, before climbing up the seat, and onto one girls lap.
The auburn haired girl screamed, as the blonde one picked up a text book, dropping it heavily on the spider.
Outside, both boys were clutching their sides, laughing at their first prank together.
The door slid open, and the auburn-haired girl looked ready to kill.
"That wasn't funny!" She cried indignantly, putting her hands on her hips, a scowl plastered on her face.
Behind her, the blonde glowered at the two boys, flicking the dead spider from her copy of "A Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)"
"I think it was..." James regained his composure as Sirius continued to howl with laughter.
Lily exchanged glances with Rebekah, and the two rolled their eyes, muttering one simple word.
"Boys..."
James and Sirius returned to their compartment, laughing loudly about that prank.
Indeed, history had been made on the Hogwarts Express that September day.
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The first years piled into the hall, the tall, sharp looking woman they'd been introduced to as "Professor McGonagall" guiding them to a stool. On top of this three-legged stool, a patched up, rather ratty looking hat stood (if, indeed, hats could stand), and the new students eyed it in awe.
Almost immediately, it broke out into a song.
I may not be the nicest hat
A small beret, or bowlers cap
But sure enough, I am the best
My intellect runs rings 'round the rest
Long ago, four founders fair
Saw fit to put me on this chair
To find a way to sort you is my job
To separate you from the mob
Gryffindor, of noble soul
Took only those of "braven mold"
Ravenclaw, she of the smarts
Took only those of brain and marks
Slytherin whose cunning flood
Took only those of purest blood
Then Hufflepuff, the caring best
Took every wizard of the rest
They gave me the job to set you right
To put you on your learning plight
So now I tell you all that hear
That you shouldn't, mustn't fear.
I'm the Hogwarts sorting hat, you see?
I can tell you where you ought to be
There's nothing that's inside your head, the sorting hat can't see
So put me on, and I can tell you
Just where you all shall be.
The hall erupted in applause at the hat's song, each first year not knowing what to expect from this possessed hat.
"Let the sorting begin!" Lily and Rebekah exchanged nervous glances, eyeing the stool, and patched hat with a nervous suspicion.
A few students were called, and the hat, in turn, after what appeared to be a few moments of delegation, announced to the hall what house they would be in.
"BLACK, Sirius..." Rebekah looked up as the black haired boy from the train took a seat on the stool. Her eyes immediately narrowed. Now she had a name to the face... And He was surely going to be a Slytherin.
Rebekah had decided long ago, after receiving her letter - she wanted to be in Gryffindor, like her brother, Lance. Gryffindor seemed like the best house; Noble, brave, clever--
"GRYFFINDOR!"
-- But then again, Ravenclaw had its merits.
"EVANS, Lily..." Lily gulped nervously, heading up to the stool, and clutching the seat of the chair tightly as the hat was placed on her head. Her knuckles turned white, and she glanced quickly around the hall once, before the sorting cap fell over her eyes, obscuring the rest of Hogwarts from view.
Almost immediately, a small voice started whispering something in her ear.
'... Where to put you...Skills... oh yes... And brains too... bravery... and a bit of a know it all, I see...' Lily couldn't help but flush under the Sorting Hat's comments.
'... Too opininated for Ravenclaw... not evil enough for Slytherin... ahh yes... better be...'
"GRYFFINDOR!" The woman pulled the hat from Lily's head, and she clambered off the stool, heading over to the scarlet table, sliding into an empty spot near the end.
Her emerald eyes scanned the hall, and came to rest upon her blonde friend, who fidgeted with her cloak clasp nervously.
"POTTER, James..." Lily almost felt sorry for the boy as he went up to be sorted - that is, until she noticed the messy black hair, and rounded glasses that were sliding off his nose.
She frowned, willing the hat to put that bastard of a boy in Slytherin...
... Isn't it funny how irony works?
"GRYFFINDOR!" Lily cursed under her breath, scowling as he walked over to the table. She had her back turned to him as he took a seat, and she continued watching, waiting for her friend to be sorted.
Finally, her turn came around.
"SIMPSON, Rebekah..."
Down the table, Lily heard someone muttering.
"Oi Lance! That your little sister?" Lance Simpson nodded, a pensive look on his face as he watched his sister climb onto the stool. As McGonagall placed the hat on her blonde ringlets, he saw her flush.
Lance couldn't help but smirk, before turning back to his best friend.
"Come off it, Vince... your sister's been sorted too..." Vince Liu laughed.
"Frances? That little brat? I'll never hear the end of it..."
'... Another Simpson...' The hat let out a sigh as Rebekah's cheeks tinged themselves with pink, '... Too opinionated for her own good... sarcastic... pessimistic... cynical... but intelligent... and brave... where to put you... where to put you... hmmm... better be...'
"GRYFFINDOR!" Lily clapped loudly, the blonde beaming as she made her way over to the table. She slid into the seat next to Lily quietly, as the next person made their way up to be sorted.
"Becky!" the blonde looked up the table, and spied her brown haired brother giving her a thumbs up. She grinned widely, and returned it.
Lily gave her a puzzled glance.
"That's Lance... my brother..." she explained, Lily nodding, smiling, and noting this fact.
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"Welcome to Gryffindor!" A 5th year prefect took the new "recruits" to the common room, ushering them inside.
"This is the Gryffindor Common room. Over there," She pointed, "Is the girls dormitory for your age group. Over there," She pointed again, "Is the boys. Now, I suggest you all go up, and go to bed. Your first day at Hogwarts is going to be big... and watch out for Peeves... He hates first years..." Lily and Rebekah both headed up the dormitory stairs with the rest of the first year girls, and headed inside their dorm room, gawking at the size.
Behind them, the girls heard a snort.
"Well if it isn't little miss perfect herself..." Rebekah turned around, and rolled her eyes. Behind her, the ebony haired girl smirked.
"Just drop it already, Liu..." Lily raised an eyebrow as the girl sneered.
"Whatever, Simpson... Whatever..."
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1 year later
Lily and Rebekah were sitting infront of the common room fire, when a short asian girl came running down from the second year dormitories.
"WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY!" Rebekah gaped.
"Frances? Is that you?"
"No! It's Santa fucking Claus! Of course it's me, Simpson! God!" You couldn't really blame Rebekah for asking. Frances' normally ebony black hair was now a bright blue, and her skin flashed iridescent green.
"What happened?"
"Those fucking Marauders!" Lily couldn't help but flinch. Not only because of the offensive language Frances was using, but because of the venom in her voice as she spoke.
She withdrew her want, and tapped the girl on her shoulder with it - her green, flashing skin fading back to her olive tone, and her blue hair darkening to its original midnight black.
Frances begrudgingly thanked the girl, but barely audibly.
With this, Rebekah smirked.
"Up for some revenge then?" A sneer played around Frances' lips.
"Just try and stop me,"
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The three girls bolted around the corner of the corridors, James Potter and his cronies hopping along after them.
Frances, Lily and Rebekah clutched their sides, laughing hysterically at what had just taken place.
"I think they'll be running a bit late to class..." Frances smirked, Lily and Rebekah agreeing.
"and it'll take them a while to find the counter hex..." The girls laughed, before Lily stopped.
"... Do you realize, this is the first time we've been civil since we've got here?" Frances and Rebekah stopped laughing, and looked over at the girl.
"You're right..."
Frances shrugged.
"It's kinda good... not fighting..." The lighter haired girls both turned to Frances expectantly.
The girl shrugged again.
"It's kinda nice having friends..." She muttered, mainly to herself.
"Truce?" Lily held out her hand, and Frances shook it.
"Truce,"
And on that day, Godric's Angels were born.
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2 years later
James Potter lay sprawled on the sofa, his best friend Sirius Black opposite him, reading a nearby magazine.
"... 10 ways to please your man? Merlin! What kind of rubbish do these girls read?" He mumbled incredulously. James just snorted.
"Who really cares, Padfoot? Who really cares?" Sirius couldn't argue with that logic.
On another chair, Remus Lupin, the third boy to join their group sat slumped, falling asleep with his potions essay hanging over his face.
"... Oi Prongsie! Listen to this! ' Why boys can't get every girl they want: A Play boy's story' Sounds like you, eh mate?"
James sat up, eyebrow raised.
"How so, Padfoot? What the bloody hell are you on about?"
Sirius grinned.
"You can't get any girl you want!" Sirius smirked, "I, on the other hand, can!"
James; eyebrow crept closer to his hairline.
"I can so get any girl I wanted!"
A devilish glint appeared in Sirius' eyes.
"Oh really?"
"Uh huh..."
"Care to make a wager on that?"
"Bring it on!" Remus - who it appeared had woken up - almost immediately opened his mouth to express the possible repercussions of the situation, and to advise James not to do anything rash and stupid, but then decided against it. He had to face the facts. This was Sirius and James. They didn't listen to reason - They listened to their egos. Remus couldn't help but snort, wondering if either boy had ever wondered if they heard voices. He had to confess, he wouldn't be surprised. Sirius ego alone could create a whole new person - if not more. With that final thought, Remus draped his essay back over his head, and snuggled into the chair to get comfortable.
"So you say you can get any girl you want?" Sirius grinned slyly.
"Any girl..." James wasn't about to back down from this fight - serious or not... No pun intended.
"Alright... I'll make a bet with you... You have to get Lily Evans to go out with you!"
James snorted.
"No way,"
Sirius' grin widened.
"I knew it! You're chicken!"
"No... I just don't want to do it..."
Sirius began to make clucking noises, James' glare deepening as each second ticked past.
Finally, he caved in.
"FINE! I'll do it!"
Sirius smirked.
"I knew you would. James Potter: Never backs away from a challenge..."
James copied Sirius' smirk.
"Alright... but I have a challenge for you then..." Sirius raised an eyebrow, his smirk still plastered on.
"You have to get Rebekah Simpson to go out with you," The smirk was wiped of Sirius' face almost immediately.
"Prongs..." a sly smile played around James' lips.
"Exactly,"
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Sirius and James both set out on their challenge together, both boys coming across their targets as they left the great hall with Liu.
"Hey Evans... Can I talk to you for a second?" Lily's eyebrow shot up to her hairline.
"Why?"
"Could I? For a minute?"
Lily sneered.
"But I thought you only wanted to talk to me for a second, Potter..." James groaned. This was going to be harder than he thought.
Lily shifted her bag from one shoulder to the next in impatience.
"Go out with me?" the bag hit the floor with a thud, the textbooks spilling over the stone floor loudly.
She stood agape.
"What?"
James smiled inwardly. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard after all...
"Go out with me?"
Lily raised an eyebrow.
"You want... me… to..."
"Go out with me..." Lily reply was short, concise and simple, starting with 2 letters, the first being "N".
James stood in shock.
"What?"
"No," Lily picked up her books, and replied t him again, quite simply.
"No, Potter, I will not go out with a bullying, prattish, berk of a boy,"
James was taken aback.
Lily turned, and walked out of the entrance hall, heading outside with her friends - both of whom her laughing madly, but not from James and Lily's meeting.
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Whilst Lily and James were talking, Sirius had pulled Rebekah aside, and sent her one of his most knee-weakening grins.
She looked completely unimpressed.
"Hey Simpson... What do you say? Go out with me?"
Unlike Lily's simple, polite and blunt response, Rebekah took a harsher approach...
She cracked up laughing, having to hold on to Frances for support.
Sirius' ego, he had to say, was severely damaged from the blow.
Simpson and Liu, both still laughing, walked over to Lily, and the three girls left the hallway without a second thought.
James and Sirius watched them as they left.
"They said no..." James muttered, not believing what he'd heard.
Sirius turned to his best friend.
"They turned us down, Prongs... It makes no sense..."
James looked over at his best friend.
"I think the world's gone nuts, Padfoot..."
"So do I, Prongs, So do I,"
And so, it was this simple act of rejection that really set the plot in motion.
James and Sirius now had a challenge...
Whoopee.
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A/N I hope you all enjoyed that repaired chapter...
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