Disclaimer:I, Renee LeBlanc, solemnly swear that to never claim owning anything in the Potterverse. Every character in this story and anything else you might recognize, belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling.
'Damn that James.' Lily sat on the window seat in her room thinking about her new friend James Potter. He had been on her mind all summer long. She could do absolutely nothing without thinking of him. She would start her seventh year tomorrow, and she needed to figure out why this was happening.
She reminisced of the time since that day at the lake in fifth year. After the incident with Sev—Snape, she corrected herself—James respected her and most others in a way she never thought he was capable of. For the rest of the year, when he saw her, instead of making a beeline to her to ask her out, he would give her a slight smile and a polite nod of the head. He only spoke to her that one time in potions to ask for her help. Instead of strutting around the school as if he owned it, he became more humble by helping out the younger students and hexing less Slytherins.
By the time sixth year came around, he began engaging her in polite conversation, still never asking her out. She began to be less harsh to him by the middle of the year. She had taken the time to get to know him better, and completely changed her outlook on him. Instead of thinking of him as an insufferable prat, she regarded him as not quite a friend, but at least no longer an enemy.
This soon changed as they began spending more time together. She would spend evenings with him and his group of friends Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew—more accurately called the Marauders. The five of them would lounge around the fire just talking and laughing.
She soon learned the four had very few things in common, which included their love for a good laugh and their kind-hearts. James with black, unruly hair and glasses that covered hazel eyes was the star Gryffindor chaser. He was the planner in the Marauders, coming up with a new prank almost every week. He gave one hundred ten percent in everything he did, which would explain why he always tried so hard to win her over. By the end of sixth year, he was her best mate.
Sirius, with his elegant, shoulder length black hair and stormy, grey eyes, was eccentric, a true artist. She learned how he loved drawing and painting. He was a wonderful artist, very detailed. He was the came up with every possible way to put James's plans into action. He became the older brother she never had.
She was always quite fond of Remus, with his long sandy hair pulled back into a ponytail. He had warm chocolate colored eyes that she trusted. They were the two Gryffindor prefects from their year. Remus was very smart, second in their year. He came up with every spell they would need to pull off their latest prank. Remus was Lily's confidant, the one person she could vent all her frustrations to and wouldn't go off to tell every other soul.
Peter, with his blond hair and watery blue eyes was the last piece of the puzzle that was the Marauders. Shy and quiet at first, he was a true friend. He defended his friends with the bravery of a true Gryffindor. He provided the distraction they would need to dispatch their pranks.
All in all the Marauders were the best mates anyone could ask for. She felt guilty for ever having thought otherwise.
So, yes, James was her best mate, but Lily knew deep down inside, although she refused to admit it, that he meant so much more to her than simple friendship. She knew many things would change in this new school year. She was the new Head Girl. Apparently, she wasn't the only one who noticed James's maturity, for Professor Dumbledore named him Head Boy alongside her. They would be sharing their very own living quarters apart from the four houses. Things were going to change, and Lily Evans was ready to embrace it.
AN: I may or may not make this the prologue to the story of the Marauder's seventh year. This all depends on reviews.
Keep in mind that this is not only my first fanfic, but also the first story I've written in a very long time.
Be brutal if you must, but I need criticism.
-Renee !