This will stick to canon, but with more details and stuff, and it'll focus more on Snape, Lily, and James (and possibly the other Marauders) more than anyone else. Although if I do end up playing up Snape and Lily before Lily and James get together, you'll just have to forgive me.

In the future, as I continue writing this I plan on adding a lot of other characters that should've attended school with above mentioned students. But most of them had vague birthyears so I just kinda stuck them randomly in a year that they might've been born in. And I had to make up some first names and personalities. So if you have evidence that suggests otherwise, please inform me.

Which brings me to: if I get anything wrong, please forgive me and tell me, so I can change it. The whole world of HP is so big that as much as I love it, I don't know everything.

Disclaimer: I (so very very sadly) do not own any of this. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling, who has my eternal gratitude for being able to pure magic into letters and words.

The day James Potter was born was a joyous one. Charles and Olivia Potter, the lucky parents, received many congratulations from the entire Potter family, while little James was showered with kisses and words of adoration. Already proving to be a very personable baby, he cooed and laughed with his new family, who cooed and laughed in return.

This was a small glimpse into the baby boy's childhood– one filled with unconditional love and doting relatives; a hearty, proud father; a loving, caring mother; toys and sweets that would've made any child jealous; and an elegant house to come home to every day.

Of course, from the day he was born, James Potter was exposed to magic. His first toy was a stuffed dragon that walked around and breathed little spurts of harmless fire; his first candy was a pizza-flavored Bertie Bott's Bean; his first book was Q is for Quidditch; when he got his first cold, his mother sped to the kitchen to whip up a quick remedy from her For Your Little Baby potions-remedy book; and the first thing he learned after walking was flying on his brand new toy broomstick.

Seven days before his second birthday party, little James was zooming around on his broomstick when he became momentarily distracted by a gnome in the yard and flew straight into a tree. Charles Potter had been reading the newspaper and wasn't able to reach his wand quickly enough. Luckily for the Potters, however, James demonstrated his first use of unintentional under-age magic as he gently floated to the ground. Charles hollered for Olivia, who rushed out of the house to give her son a big hug, and the elated couple celebrated their son's first magic use/second birthday a week later.

As he grew, James gained a very small amount of control of his powers– already proving him a naturally above-average wizard, as most young wizards had no control over their powers at all. Of course, skill ran in the family, as both Charles and Olivia were very talented magical beings, thus explaining their high household income and very comfortable life. As for little James, his talent continued to be nurtured in his happy home by loving parents– all in all, an easy life.

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Daisy Evans had an unusually smooth, painless childbirth when she brought her second darling daughter into the world. The little girl arrived right on time, beautiful and bright-eyed, inquisitive about her surroundings rather than bawling like most children. She cooed and smiled, reaching for her mother, father, and curious two-year-old sister.

"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Evans," the nurse said, handing the couple their child. "What's her name?"

"Lily," Daisy replied, cuddling her daughter. "Lily, a pure beautiful white flower."

"She's a special one, she is," Henry Evans whispered as he gently kissed Lily on the forehead.

"I know, Henry, I know," Daisy beamed at her new family. "Petunia, darling, do you want to say hello to your new little sister?" Henry gently ushered shy Petunia closer to Lily, who reached a small, chubby hand to her new sister. Petunia slowly offered her hand, which Lily grasped firmly, leading their parents to hope for a strong bond between the two sisters.

And a strong bond it was. Lily followed Petunia everywhere, and she looked up to her older sister as a role model. Petunia eagerly took up her role as older sister and helped teach Lily to crawl, walk, run, speak, read, write, and so on, even though Petunia was only two years older. Under the guiding hand of her mother and father, who were both upstanding citizens, Lily was infused with a strict, moralistic attitude; a desire to achieve and succeed; and most importantly, a loving heart.

The girls grew up in the town of Cokeworth, in a quaint home supported by their working father and stay-at-home mother. They were not wealthy, but certainly not poor, as there was always food on the table, clothes in their closets, and a warm home to live in.

Now, the Evans were a very normal family– more loving and caring than many– but normal, still. The last thing Henry and Daisy Evans expected was to give birth to a witch. It was only one hour before Petunia's seventh birthday party, and all the decorations were perfectly set– the balloons were pumped, the streamers hung, and Henry had just walked with the specially-ordered, Cinderella-themed cake. As he walked toward the table, he stumbled over a chair, and the whole family watched the cake fall from his hands and splatter all over the floor. They stared at the frosting-filled mess before Petunia let out one wailing scream.

"Oh dear, oh dear," Henry mumbled, still unable to believe what had just happened.

Daisy, however, recovered much faster, "Henry, is there still time to buy another cake?"

"Well, dear, there is, but this was specially ordered for Petunia. I don't think there's enough time to ask them to make another one," Henry frowned.

"My cake!" Petunia wailed. As Henry and Daisy discussed how to best remedy the situation and Petunia stood sobbing over her Cinderella cake, Lily sat quietly wishing with all her heart that they could somehow get that cake back. Petunia had been looking forward to her cake all week, ever since she'd learned that the baker could make themed cakes.

And then, a miracle happened. The cake began to lift off the floor, the little pieces started to clump back together, and the Cinderella and her prince figurine placed themselves correctly on the cake. The family froze, again unable to believe what had just happened.

Henry rubbed his eyes and stuttered, "D-did that cake–?"

"It worked, Daddy, it worked!" Lily cried out.

"What worked, sweetie?" he asked slowly.

"I-I just wished really hard that the cake would get better…and it did!" Lily exclaimed. Though the rest of the Evans family was still surprised, they let it go in time to receive their first guest without a trace of unease. However, Henry and Daisy kept a close eye on their Lily for a few months, but nothing out of the ordinary occurred.

As Lily grew, other strange, magical occurrences swept through her life, and soon the Evans knew that their daughter was more special than the ordinary special. Little Lily, meanwhile, with all her curiosity and love for knowledge, began to ponder over her powers and learned that she could control them at a simple level. While these new develops pleased Mr. and Mrs. Evans, the same could not be said for Petunia, who although subconsciously, was beginning to harbor jealousy and bitterness toward her sister.

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"Where were you?" Eileen Snape demanded of her husband, Tobias, as she entered their old, beat-down house (although shack would be a better word), carrying a baby.

"I was…working," Tobias entered, looking away.

"Working? That is the best excuse you can give to your wife, who just gave birth to your child?" she screamed.

"I never wanted a child!" he retorted, now furious. "Least of all one who– who can do magic!" He spit out the last word, glaring at the boy, who was now bawling from all the screaming.

Eileen's expression darkened and she stomped away, barely trying to comfort the crying child.

The boy was named Severus, after Eileen's late grandfather and much to the dismay of Tobias, although he did not argue. Little Severus was not cared for well as a baby, nor as a toddler, nor as a child. He was raised in an atmosphere of neglect and near-poverty. Tobias, having dropped out of college upon meeting his future wife, failed to earn any degree that might have increased his salary; Eileen, meanwhile, had suffered at her job after her marriage began to fail. The two were often arguing, and Tobias sometimes would take out his anger on the boy. Little Severus spent much of his early childhood, sobbing in a corner as his parents argued, although as he grew, he found that running away to the nearby park or poring through his mother's old Hogwarts textbooks was much more relieving.

Eileen, though, cared for the boy much more than her husband did, although that did not amount to much. She did celebrate the boy's first use of magic when he lost his only toy, a Muggle-made stuffed bear, and made it magically reappear. Tobias was absent at the little party.

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