A/N: This is my first fanfic on this website! This follows the Marauders from first year to the seventh.

I'm dedicating this book to ask100 (Anna)! Thank you for all the help! And to my friend, Holly, I love you and your spirit lives on with me.

I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1: Imagination (Introduction)

A high pitched scream, belonging to a little girl, filled the Potter mansion. As two eight year old boys ran out of the 'play room' laughing madly. "JAMES!" the girl came running out with a green, goopy, sticky substance dripping down her face. "SIRIUS! I'M GOING TO HURT YOU!" She ran up the stairs from the basement and into the lounge where a party was being held strictly for adults only.

"Daddy!" the girl ran up to her a father, a handsome man of about 29 looked down at his eight year old daughter and smiled.

"I thought you didn't like green?" the father asked his daughter. He looked over at his best friend, Harold Potter who looked disgusted. As every adult at the party, looked over at the very disgruntled young girl.

Harold Potter knelt down to the young girl, his goddaughter, and sighed. He whispered, "James?" She nodded with tears welling up in her eyes. With a wave of his wand, the green substance disappeared. She smiled and ran to her mother.

Harold Potter walked out of the lounge and the party commenced again. He walked out into the huge entry hall and yelled up the stairs that separated, to the runway around the entry hall. "James? Sirius?" he asked. Then two young boys poked their heads out of a hallway leading to the runway.

A man with black hair slicked back, in black robes, and a scarf like material tightly around his neck, walked over to Harold Potter. "Honestly, Potter that was very atrocious. That girl shouldn't be playing with disgusting substances and coming in wanting attention. I am very disappointed." He had a very dark look in his eyes. But it wasn't very much of a shock to Harold Potter. He took his gaze off the two boys at the top of the stairs, and held up one finger to them, telling them he'd be there in a minute. The two boys smiled and went back to James' room.

Harold Potter looked at the man. "I wouldn't put anything against Britney. Considering your son, and mine, did it to her. But I guess that thing around your neck is too tight? May I ask?" Harold Potter narrowed his eyes at Anthony Black. Anthony glared.

"Fine. I should have expected something like this at one of your parties. But as you know I am strictly here for business." He said with every bit of dislike to Harold Potter.

"Pity." said Harold Potter dangerously. If you were asked which one of the men loathed each other more, you wouldn't be able to answer. They only did socialize because of work. Harold Potter was a father of two boys, so was Anthony Black. Both had very important jobs at the Ministry of Magic. Both very young at twenty-eight, and went to school with each other, (though not in the same house) you would think, two men with these coincidences would get along, right? Absolutely wrong. At this point the father of the young girl came in to the entry hall leaving the party behind. He looked from both men.

"Well, I think its best you leave it's getting quite late. Don't you think Anthony?" said the girl's father. You could tell there was no special relationship between the two either. Anthony Black's eyes narrowed from Harold to the man.

"I do think its time. SIRIUS!" Anthony Black bellowed up the stairs, around the runway, through the hall past eight doors to James Potter's bedroom. Sirius sighed.

"Well Jamsie, the almighty rang. Hopefully I'll see you soon." James sighed as well as he watched his best friend go to his father.

Sirius walked down the stairs looking very disappointed he had to leave. At the call of Sirius, Mrs. Potter and the woman with the girl walked into the entry hall. Mrs. Potter frowned at the sadness in the young boys eyes. And she whispered in his ears, "You're welcome anytime dear," and smiled.

Anthony Black grabbed Sirius by the arm and opened the door, revealing the September chill, and slammed the door, making Mrs. Potter wince ever so slightly.

"I hate that man," whispered Harold Potter, to his best friend, the young girl's father.

The man looked at the door, where Mr. Black just left. "Don't us all." He turned to his wife and daughter. "We should get going ourselves – "

"Wait," said Harold quickly, a small smile playing his lips. "Just before you leave . . . James?" he called up the stairs. James Potter. Well what can be said about him? An eight year old boy, who likes getting into trouble with his best friend, isn't even the start of it. While he had jet black hair, which was quite messy, glasses making him look very cute, (was what James' mother's friends and acquaintances would say), and a look he could easily fool people with innocence. But most of the time he was far from innocent.

The girl, or known as Britney, walked over to James. "Thank you, James!" she screamed sarcastically.

James looked very bored and sighed. It just wasn't as funny making fun of Britney without Sirius. "Anytime girly," he yawned. Britney narrowed her eyes and hit James across the face. Leaving James shocked.

"Britney!" the girl's mother grabbed her arm and pulled her beside herself and scolded her. Now, Britney Turner had long blond hair and brown eyes. James knew her since he was 10 months old. James was born in March and Britney in December. She was his oldest friend, best friend as a matter of fact. James had Sirius, yes, but he only just met Sirius on his eighth birthday, when his father brought him to his birthday party, to complain to James' father about the auror status. And annoying Britney, was in James and Sirius' way, was fun. But there were times when they would play together. But, when she wanted to play with dolls; that was when Sirius and James would flee. But when Sirius wasn't there, James had no choice. She loved to play with the two, 'Wedding Day', where she'd force them to dress as the groom, and she would be the bride.

Britney and James' parents knew each other from school. Britney's mother, Jennifer Turner and James' mother Maria Potter were the best of friends, as was their fathers, Harold Potter and Brad Turner. So naturally, they grew up together. James' older brother who was in second year at Hogwarts (the most magical place in the world), Michael Potter, and Britney's sister, Haylie Turner (who was also in second year, both in Gryffindor) grew up together as well. Enough about that, this is where the story will begin, though I will have to do other introduction's of other characters, but that will be when it comes.

"James, you deserved that, how many times do I have to tell you NOT to play pranks on Britney? Would you like me to say it five more times before you go to bed, so it could sink in?" Harold Potter was getting quite angry. This was the fifth time this month of September 28th, 1968.

Brad turned to Harold, "Harry it's no big deal, I keep telling you this, he's just having fun!" laughed Brad. James smiled up at his godfather, boy did James like him. He understood.

"No big deal? Dad!" whined Britney. "It was gross and –"

"And it was out of your hair in less than ten seconds," finished Brad softly looking at his daughter and smile as she glared at her father.

He picked her up and took her out the door as his wife followed. "Goodnight Harry, Marie!" Jennifer smiled said goodnight as well and they left.

Maria Potter looked at her son with a mean look. "Bed!" she snapped. James' father and mother walked back into the lounge and entertained their remaining guests. James sighed and went to bed.

3 years later

Lily Evans woke up on July 10th 1971, to the sound of pecking on her window. She slowly opened her eyes and walked over to her window. She screamed. "MOM!" Lynne Evans ran up the stairs at the sound of her daughters screech.

"What is it Lily is there a – AH!" her mother screamed as well at the sight of an owl hovering out her daughters window. At the sound of another scream Sam Evans raced up to his daughter's room at the sound of his daughter's and his wife's screams. When he reached the room, his wife and daughter were staring stupidly shocked at the window. Sam Evans walked to the window and saw the owl. And for some reason he opened the window, not knowing what made him do it.

The owl swooped in dropped the letter and waited on the sill, looking at the Evans' scared faces. Mr. Evans walked over to the letter on his daughter's bed.

"Lily Evans, Second floor 3rd room from the right of the stairs, 56 Matheson Lane, London, England."

Soon as Mr. Evans finished reading it. The daughter and mother walked to where Mr. Evans was standing staring at the letter.

"For me?" Lily whispered shocked. She took the letter out of her father's hands, and turned it over. There was a red wax seal with the letter "H" on it. She opened the heavy letter and unfolded the papers.

"Dear Mrs. Lily Evans,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted, into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry . . .?"

"Is this a joke?" asked Lily's older sister Petunia who had arrived at her doorway. "You really know how to scream at 7: 30 in the morning." She had a smile on playing on her lips. "Witchcraft and Wizardry? Someone knows how to play a good joke, wouldn't you say?" She looked up at her parents who still had stupid looks on their faces.

Lily finished reading the letter. "I don't know, it sounds pretty real," she said thoughtfully, her almond shaped green eyes shinning with her auburn colored hair tied back.

"Lily, you have to be kidding me. Clever joke though." She took the letter out of her sister's hand and read the letter, followed by a snort. Mr. Evans took the letter out of his eldest daughters hand and read it.

"That person went through a lot of trouble to get an owl, train it to send letters and other such, that's going through a lot of trouble just to trick me. Wouldn't you think?" Lily was very curious with this letter, inviting her to a school with magic.

"Lily, magic with witches, princesses, dragons and prince Charming are just part of the fairy tale imagination." Said Petunia slight bemused her sister was actually believing this rubbish. "Mum, dad, what do you think?"

"Well," Mr. Evans passed the letter to Mrs. Evans. "It is a little suspicious," he started.

"See!" said Petunia.

"But," Mr. Evans said firmly. Making Petunia looking really shocked, her father was considering this absurdity. "Why would someone go through all this trouble to fool Lily, when personally I think she is too young to have enemies." Lily smiled. Her father believed her. Petunia looked slightly taken aback. "What do you think dear?" Mr. Evans directed to Mrs. Evans who just finished reading the letter.

"I don't really know, I mean you made your point Petunia as have you Lily. But it says to return your answer before August 31st. Very strange." She looked at Lily. "Your father and I will discuss this later. Both of you don't worry about it."

Mr. and Mrs. Evans walked out the door. But Lily yelled out to them, "When will I know your decision?"

"Tonight after dinner," Mr. Evans yelled out to his young daughter.

Lily had the biggest smile on her face. Her sister looked at her, and shook her head. "I can't believe this," she muttered to herself, as she walked out her sister's room.

Lily waited all day for her parent's decision. She was so excited, and hoped so much that her parents would believe the out of the blue letter. That night at dinner, nobody really spoke. Lily shoved the food down her throat eager to hear her parent's decision. She was the first to finish. Lily noticed her sister going exceptionally slow. Finally they all finished dinner.

Lily was on the edge of her seat. "So?" she asked her parents.

"We've decided, yes, Lily," said Mr. Evans. Lily could of jumped to the moon she was so excited. "But we must warn you, if this is a practical joke, don't be so sad."

"But we are very proud," added Mrs. Evans she smiled. "We have a witch in the family." Lily looked at her smiling parents.

Petunia looked disgusted. "You have got to be joking, mum dad this is so absurd!" shrieked Petunia. "Petunia keep your voice down," snapped Mrs. Evans.

"We are not joking, and it may seem absurd, which it probably is, but, still, that's our final word."

Lily ran up to her room wrote her reply that she would be there on September 1st, on a piece of paper and left with the owl that had not left the window sill all day.

Potter mansion

James woke up, the morning of July 10th 1971. He raced down the stairs as he usually did every morning, down the hall and into the dinning room, where is mother, and father was already eating breakfast. James sat down across from his father. The family house elf put James' breakfast in front of him, and immediately started eating.

"Oh, I almost forgot James, this morning your Hogwarts letter came in, I already sent the reply that you'll be there, but here's you letter," Mr. Potter said without taking his eyes of the Daily Prophet. James stopped eating and grabbed the letter and read it. James got up so fast he startled Mrs. Potter, and ran up to his brother's bedroom, leaving two smiling parents, below him.

James opened his brother's door, ran to his bed and jumped on it. "I GOT IT!" he yelled while still jumping on his brother Michael's bed.

"Well," yawned, a very tired fifteen year old boy. "I already know you got a big mouth, so let me guess." He yawned again and turned over and smiled at his eleven year old brother. Michael had brown hair like his mothers, and looked exactly like James, except without the glasses and he had neat hair that was brown. Both James and Michael had the cute, good looking features and the matching grin that made most girls melt. But unlike Michael, James didn't know how to use the famous Potter look yet. "Hogwarts letter."

"You bet!" James jumped off his brother's bed, and looked down at him and pulled off his covers.

"James!" Michael yelled, he got up and chased James around the bedroom, until he got bored of that and went down the stairs to the dinning room.

"Boys!" roared Mr. Potter as James halted and Michael bumped into him knocking over Mrs. Potter's expensive vase that was in her family for 8 generations. Mrs. Potter sighed and got out her wand and fixed it. "Stop this nonsense! Get ready James! We're going to the Ministry today."

"Why isn't Michael going? Is Sirius going to be there?" asked James hopefully. He hadn't seen Sirius in three months.

"Michael's not going because he's visiting his friends, and as far as I know Sirius will be there." James stood there smiling. "Get ready," ushered Mr. Potter. James didn't need telling twice.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of the series. Tell me what you think, R/R!

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