D: No copyright infringements intended. I'm just a procrastinator with a laptop (bad combo eh?)

AN: confession time-I'm a die hard Golden trio girl. Love writing during their time line. It's what I'm most comfortable with. But for some reason or another, I've been bitten by the "James and Lily" bug and can't help it. I don't know how good/bad this will be, but I'm honestly trying something new. As always, suggestions/comments/complaints are welcome. -Kait

"Now you have all your books Lily?" Charlotte Evans asked as she looked up to her starry eyed daughter. Lily's eyes always seemed to glow when she was heading back to Hogwarts. Brimming with excitement to return to her other home, her other world, where she could naturally be her own self.

The first few times she realized Lily loved the school so much, where she was so far from home had at first bothered Charlotte but with each passing year it was easier for her to let her daughter return. And with this her last year, and Head Witch none the less, there was no question of the pride she and Richard had for their beautiful red haired and green eyed daughter.

"For the last time Mum, I have all my books," Lily grinned as she wrapped her arm around her mum for a goodbye.

"What about your feather pens?" Her father asked as Lily kissed his cheek and hugged him as well.

"My Quills are all packed, promise," she answered, "And any that I left mum can use for dusting."

"What about the parchment? That Essay from Professor McGoogle-" Charlotte rattled off.

"My Transfiguration essay for Professor McGonagall is all rolled up in my trunk."

"Do you have your watch? What about your dress-"

Lily rolled her eyes as she let go of her parent's embrace. "I triple checked all of those things when the Spanish Inquisition first visited last night Mum," she grinned looking at her very antsy parents. "Don't worry, If I've forgotten anything I'll just send Gabe and he'll pick it up," she motioned her head towards the tawny owl, covered by a blanket that guarded his cage.

The train gave it's familiar whistle that let her parents know that the time had come to part again, cuing the parents to speed up their good byes and remind the students compartments were quickly filling up.

"I'll write you when I get there," Lily smiled, once again kissing their cheeks and gathering her remaining belongings that had not already been taken to the Head compartment.

"And we'll write you as soon as we have news of Tuney's engagement," her mother said in what she hoped was a cautious tone. She knew that her daughters relationship had been strained these past seven years. However, Petunia had completed her education at Kimbolton two years ago and was currently seeing a beefy Vernon Dursley who worked in the office three floors above from where Petunia served as a receptionist.

As Lily had met Vernon once at a family dinner, where she had been introduced as the "Mentally Disturbed Younger Sister" who attended a special school up in the north, she was convinced a proposal was only one dismal lunch away. In many ways, she saw where they completed each other. Petunia obviously had her own neck, and what should have been his neck if it wasn't so stubby. They didn't stand for "freakish behaviour" and Petunia had sworn that she would never tell him how mentally disturbed her sister actually was. If it wasn't for the fact that Petunia seemed so happy with "The Angry Friar" as Lily called him due to his hairstyle and red hued face, perhaps she would have transfigured him into a pair of binoculars to help Petunia spy on her unsuspecting roommates.

However, the thought of having to sit through a Petunia wedding-one of no nonsense or any fun to be sure, was terrifying. Even more fearful was the idea of having to be her bridesmaid and wait upon her. She was sure that Petunia wouldn't want her anywhere near her on her special day, but at the same Lily feared Petunia would find amusement in making her sister do mundane tasks without magic like the rest of the people they'd grown up with.

Lily gave a polite nod to her mum but gave a look to her father that he understood completely- she'd rather be thrown under the Hogwarts Express than hear about the upcoming wedding, let alone be coerced into participating in said ceremony.

Another whistle, even more rushed goodbyes and Lily grabbed her owl and jumped on the train, making it out to a window to see her parents off as they disappeared behind the rising steam.

Turning from the window she took in a breath of the musty old Hogwarts Express and started walking down the corridors to the Head's carriage. Six years of hard work, making and keeping relationships with teachers, and even more, becoming a great witch with no magical background whatsoever, and she had done it. She had been named Head Girl. If possible, she walked a little taller as she walked down the corridor, almost oblivious she almost didn't hear Sirius Black let out his usual whistle. No, that was Potter, her subconscious thought. Oh well, she thought with a laugh, who bloody well cares, you're in a good mood, let this one slide-you can give Potter detention later.

Just a little while further-her hand clicked the door and walked into the slightly more spacious Head's compartment. Sitting Gabe down on the cushioned seat next to hers, she pulled the curtains from the window and looked at the bench opposite, wondering who her Head Boy was going to be.

She supposed it wouldn't be tragic if it was Kendall Wood, the Ravencalw Keeper who she had once had to do Prefect Patrol with. He wouldn't be to bad; Years of being the Coach of Ravenclaw had taught him "No Prisoners" fear, determination and Leadership that both shocked and awed most people (as long as they where girls). But she knew all too well that if it came down to the nail, he'd make her do double duty so he could perfect his Quidditch form. . . Kendall wouldn't be an awful choice, but surly his lack of care for activities other than Quidditch would surly bar him from the badge.

If not Wood, perhaps Eddie Farnsworth than from Hufflepuff. Tall with blonde curly hair and a flush of pink always on his face. They had done patrols together as well, and found him a great companion but with one single, strong flaw-he was too shy. This shyness didn't seem like a strong leader characteristic. Sure once you were able to crack the mystery that was Eddie, he was wonderful, but still, Lily didn't feel he was Head Boy Material. However, that didn't stop him from being an unusually skilled finder of things. If she ever needed to find something, from a book in the library to a extra food-Eddie was the finder.

She had at first fretted that a Slytherin Prefect could have been promoted to Head Boy but really out of all all the Slytherin's her year, and correlating their likability by membership in the Slug Club, she was convinced she wouldn't have to worry about. After all, there hadn't been a Slytherin Head Boy or Head Girl since the early 1930's when some boy named Tom Riddle had been given the headship. Despite all of Professor Slughorns little serpent slugs, none had since become heads.

But if the Professors had asked her who she though deserved the post, she found herself hoping it'd be Remus Lupin. They had spent several Saturday's the past two years in doing their Perfect's rounds and she had a soft spot for Lupin. In her first few years at Hogwarts she had caught on on little details and knew and kept his secret. Out of all Gryffindor boy's her year, he was probably one she cared for most. He was sensible, smart, witty, and although not as handsome as Kendall Wood, he wasn't unfortunate looking either. And what better-if Remus was Head Boy than he'd have to keep James Potter in check and not her. Although she wouldn't deny the fact she was looking forward to putting him in detention, she could only do it so many times before people started to realize it was out of wrath rather than justifiable means.

Kendall, Eddie or Remus, Kendall, Eddie or Remus...She kept looking at the door and then her watch. Whoever he was, he was surly late. She glanced out the window to see the rolling Green landscape she had grown to love so much before returning her glance opposite of her. Maybe he's helping first years, or helping levitate trunks in cargo...yes, that had to be the reasoning he hadn't arrived yet.

"How do you do my dear Head Boy-" Lily pretended , extending her hand out to the empty space before shaking her head.

"Ah-you made it? Congratulations-I was hoping it was you..." she tried again, before stopping to chuckle at her on silliness and leaned back into her chair, looking at the empty one across from her's, her watch, and then the door again.

"Where are you," she whispered, starting to worry she'd have to go and speak to the prefects on her she noticed the wallpaper seem to shake and shimmer silvery and then transform all together, a cloak pulling way to reveal a grinning, haughty, James Potter.

"Scare you?" he asked, shoving the cloak into a trunk that had also been covered by the cloak, a smile still plastered to face.

Lily didn't know where her lividiness should start.

"You-You...YOU?"

"Aw Evans, I hope it doesn't disappoint you that you're stuck with me for the year," James said with his usual coy smile. "To be honest, I didn't even see this coming. I thought Padfoot had swapped my letter with Moony's..."

She was trying to hide the fact that's what she was secretly hoping as well. "You mean, you're Head Boy?" Lily sighed, Obviously McGonagall had a grudge for Lily stepping on her cat tail back in her third year... Perhaps Professor Slughorn had thought to play matchmaker and James slipped hims something... Maybe Dumbledore was going off his rocker. Heaven's knows hold old he was. Or, maybe Old Man Potter had paid off Dumbledore and bought his son the position fearing James didn't have a record that could get him employed after Hogwarts. Of course, Dumbledore couldn't be bought. It was obvious...Potter Senior, or perhaps Potter Junior had used the unforgivable curse to make Dumbledore believe he needed to make James Head Boy. She knew the Potters would loaded, who wasn't to say that he had bought the badge... perhaps the son had learned his sneaky behavior from his old man...

"Oi, Evan's-Lily are you listening?" James asked, pulling her out of her scruitnizing glare.

"Hmm?" Lily responded, trying to smile but grimacing instead.

"Were you listening to me?" He asked, the coy returning.

"Something about Remus and Sirius?" She guessed...

"Well after that I said 'We'll talk after the Prefect Meeting'-" his unruly smirk still plastered on his face as he opened the door so they could attend their first meeting.

"You know Evans, If i didn't know better-"

"Potter, you and I both know you have horrific Divination marks, so please, don't tell me how we're going to end up together with seven little black haired green eyed boppers running around our front lawn someday," Lily scoffed walking through the door and towards yet another, even larger compartment.

"I was actually hoping they'd have your hair, but if you'd prefer black I'll try and make my genes dominant-ouch-Evans!" James rubbed the arm where she had just punched him.

Obviously, Lily sighed walking into the room with twenty odd Prefects and one large Prat, it was going to be a very long, last year.

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