Author's note: I know you've read it countless times but this is my first fanfic and english isn't my native language, please tell me anything you don't like so I can improve :)

I know I shouldn't be doing this. I mean, I'm looking like a psycho for sure. Who sane would be pacing around the room ? It's nothing. It's nothing. Really. Fine, now I don't even believe myself. It's just a silly letter. Yes. Which decides whether my 6-year effort would be appreciated. See the sarcasm ? Ok, I'm exaggerating. It'll be alright if I am not Head girl.

I'm a wreck. Nervous wreck. I'm sick of myself. It should have been here ages ago ! I talked to last year's Head boy Dominic Roberts and he said he had got his letter this day year before. Do I make sense ? I think not. It's not really important. I've been just wishing it for about two years. I need a break.

"Lily !" a voice shouts from downstairs.

"Yeah ?" I ask. What does she want ?

"Come down. Dinner !" Oh, no.

"Mum, I'm not hungry." How many times do I have to tell her that ?

"Come down or I won't give you that Hogwarts' letter !" Wait. Did I hear right ? H…Hogwarts' letter ? Ha. Is it ? Or not ? I immediately go down.

"Where's it ?"

"After you eat your dinner, dear. I don't want you to become anorexic." Me and anorexic ? Who's exaggerating here ? I'm far from that. I am slim but not so much. And besides I 'm not strong enough to give up chocolate. Yummie. Milk Swiss Chocolate…the best Muggle chocolate ever. I'm a chocolate lover. I'd never refuse chocolate from anybody. Maybe except from Black or Potter. One may never know what can be inside (case 1) or what may be a condition to get it (case 2).

"Ok. And I'm not becoming anorexic !"

"Whatever." Is my Mum's only reply.

After dinner I ask about that letter.

"I'm sure I'll come soon."

"MUM !"

"Sorry but you wouldn't come here otherwise."

Great. My own mother lies me. And she wants me to be honest. Where's the justice ? I walk to my room, fuming. Here's it. Nothing changed. My bed, wardrobe, mirror, owl… OWL ? I don't have an owl… Really. An owl tapping on my window. With a sealed letter. Yes, yes, yes ! Now or never. I impatiently grab the letter. Could it be ? I probably sound like a madwoman but I'm normal normally…really great sentence.

Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry Headmaster Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chr. Warlock,Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms Evans,

We are pleased to inform you that you have become a Headgirl with Mr James Potter as Headboy. You are expected to meet with Mr Potter at Heads compartment at 10:45 a.m on 1st September where you will be given your responsibilities and competence.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

I've got it ! I've got it ! Yippie ! Hur... Stop. With Mr James Potter as... Headboy ? Headboy ? Headboy should be the smartest rules abiding student, PREFECT. Not Potter. Not Marauder. Well, maybe with the exception of Remus. I thought you had to be a prefect to be a Headboy. I was obviously wrong. What has happened to the world ? This is just a dream. A very very bad dream. And...and don't Heads have bedrooms in Head Tower next to each other ? What if he sees me in undergarments ? Or worse, naked ? He's capable of anything. What have I got myself into ? Has Dumbledore gone mad ? I've always thought he's a little... odd, but not so much. OK, Lily. Breathe in, breathe out. It's gonna be good. Or at least better that it is now. But can it be worse than it is ?

Just understand me. I've known Potter for six years. Six ! And I've lived for that time ten months a year in the same tower, eaten at the same table and studied in the same classrooms. AND for most of the time he has been an egoistic prat. I don't mention that time he followed me wherever I moved (maybe a small hyperbole but quite true) just to ask me out ! All right, it was in fifth year, but one thing I've learned in Hogwarts is that Marauders will NEVER grow up. It may be quite interesting when seventy-year old seniors in old people's home are pulling pranks and are fascinated with food (especially Black). The only thing that changed is that they are, how to say it, observant of girls (do you know how many times I have wished they had not changed in this matter ?) In first year they just took note of girls when they were pranking them. Now they're known as womanizers of Hogwarts. Only thinking about it makes me sick.

And maybe Potter has been...let's say more bearable ( less harmful pranks, less embarrassing situations concerning me and him) but it does not change anything.

He's been different.As if there was something deeper than it met the eye.

Fine, if I continue I'll be in danger to succumb to a Potter charm. Great. The last thing I want. I need to remember what he had done before. Right.

Try to think what will be when Potter is Headboy. Abusing his position. There's no doubt to it. And much more which I can't think of now because knowing that James Potter is Headboy drives me crazy. Which I am sure you are already aware of the fact. Oh My God, what am I gonna do ?

I've got a headache. I need to sleep. I'll think of it all tomorrow. I'll think of some way to solve it. After all, tomorrow is another day.

I groan as the sun shines into my face. Typical. I hate sun. It makes freckles on my face. And sunburn. And wakes me up.

"Nooo..." I turn around to another side and try to sleep again. However then somebody clears his throat. I am awake instantly. Oh no. Who's that ? My family knows I'm not a morning person and I am dangerous in the mornings. If it were a death eater I'd be probably dead by now, wouldn't I ? I hope it isn't Potter. But he knows that I am not a morning person too (he painfully remembers, heh). Sooo, who then ?

I cautiously turn my head towards the sound and scream. Loudly. Very loudly. I wonder why somebody isn't here by now. The incriminated person runs to me and presses her hands to my mouth to keep it shut. I'm so shocked that I don't fight.

"Don't scream ! Do you want mum to come here ?"

Or worse, Petunia.

"Or worse, Petunia ?" she said.

Wait. Did that...that person say what I thought ? And how she knows about Petunia ?

She risks and takes her hand from my mouth. I'm petrified. I should shout. I should run away. I should grab my wand and hex her. I should do many things but I can't.

"Well, are you gonna stare at me till the next century ?"

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