Author's note-

So this is the first chapter of the re-written version of Proving the Heart Wrong. Some things will change and I'm sorry about that but I felt that they needed to be altered. Enjoy.

Seventh year had crept up fast on James Potter. Over the long months devoted to the summer break, he'd thought that the holidays would never end. With his best friends and fellow Marauder's by his side, summer had gone a lot faster than he would've liked. The four boys had been a constant whirlwind for all the parents who had taken turns keeping the teenagers at their places. Pranks had been pulled, birthday's celebrated and then the owls had arrived. All four of them held in their grasp the usual letters from Hogwarts, carrying their book lists and their grades. The letters were tallied out in each others company and marks eagerly shared. Remus had gotten the highest grades, which he of course wasn't happy with. Then came James and Sirius', both of the boys receiving the exact same marks. Peter was only one owl behind the two other boys and was completely and utterly content with the results.

Within two letters were the usual things. Remus was proud to say that he was prefect yet again but was not Head Boy, to his great disappointment. The fact that their best mate was a prefect again tickled the three other boys' mischievous sides. Plans were already taking form, even before the other Marauders' had ripped open their own letters. Then James had opened his to find the usual letter explaining that he was Quidditch captain, exactly the same as last year. This made him extremely happy because there was absolutely nothing more that he adored during their schooling than Quidditch. Well, except Lily Evans but most of the summer had caused the rowdy boy to forget about the girl who was absolutely perfect in his eyes.

Everything was okay until James had noticed the distinct heaviness in the envelope, a heaviness that he was not accustomed to. Yet, he didn't say anything until he was back home and extensively packed behind the closed doors of his bedroom. Inside the envelope, directly at the bottom, was a badge. A fairly shiny badge with gold trimming and a red background caused the large 'H' to stand out.

James knew this badge. He'd seen it on two people's robes every year since he had first started at Hogwarts. It was the Head Boy badge. James Potter had gotten the position of Head Boy and although he had changed, he couldn't help but think that Dumbledore had made some sort of mistake.

Of course, his uncle William and his girlfriend Anna Lee didn't think a mistake was made. Both gushed on that their adopted son absolutely deserved the position.

Adopted son?

Well, during his second year an interesting number of events had come to rise in his life. When I say interesting, I definitely mean horrific and life changing.

James' father, Edward, had been an unspeakable in the department of mysteries for as long as he'd been around. Even his mother never knew what her husband and she'd been threatened with the option of having her memory wiped every time she started to ask too many questions. Of course his mother had stopped. She had two children to raise, James and his adopted sister, Alison. His mother and father had adopted the girl at a young age when they'd found out that Delilah couldn't have any more children.

Anyway, because of something he knew, his father was tortured to the brink of insanity. Even with the secretly, Edward had been the center of the Potter family and when he'd fallen from them, cracks had began to appear.

His mother soon followed in his father's footsteps. When she'd been admitted to St Mungo's because of insanity, people claimed constantly that she'd never been far from there. So, a twelve year old James Potter had lost both his parents in the short time frame of a few months. The worst thing was that he was so young, he didn't really understand the point that his parents were mentally effected.

Every time the small boy visited the hospital as he grew up, he expected to see recognition light up his parents' eyes, smiles to spread across their faces and their arms to be wide and welcoming. But that was never, ever the case.

During his fourth year, James' father had died. In a way, that was closure to the boy. Finally, finality had been served to someone who had been constantly tortured for two long years. But it wasn't all over.

His mother was still plagued by the mental illness and per the healer's suggestion, James visited her weekly. The possibility that she would recognise him, recognise his little sister, spurred the boy on.

That never happened and the children were taken to his father's brother, William. The man had welcomed him and Alison, who was eight at the time of the death, to his home.

Years had passed and now James was a seventh year and Alison was ready to start her first year at Hogwarts. Of course the little girl was scared and of course her big brother wanted nothing more than to comfort the small girl, but there was little that he could do.

The morning of September 1st started out action packed with one teenager, one young girl and two adults running about the house to try desperately to get the prior mentions children out the door and onto the Hogwarts Express.

Breakfast was forced down their own throats, the cat was trampled on many times and everyone kept bumping into each other on the stairs. Short conversations were made before one of both of the party remembered something they'd forgotten and shot away to collect the misplaced object.

Once the trunks were packed and nothing was left behind, William grabbed onto his niece's hand and his girlfriend before giving James a quick look. "You can apparate on your own. Meet us on the platform, okay?"

Before he could even consider the answer or reply, his Uncle apparated, taking the two women with him.

The platform was crowded as usual. Fog hugged the ankles of the people passing by as they waited for the train to set off for the school. Voices rung along the walls, moving about with the fog. The scarlet train gleamed in the smoke, making the place look that much more magical to the seventeen year old.

As he walked among the people, he could see family's and friends interacting easily. Most of the first years looked like they couldn't choose between feeling overwhelmed, scared or excited. He supposed most of them would be feeling a mixture of all three. He scanned the fog again, trying to locate the members of his slightly extended family. They'd of course come by before him. His uncle had loved the fact that James could now apparate and made his seventeen year old nephew practice the skill and his now free use of magic whenever he could.

After taking what seemed like two laps of the platform, he recognised the woman, man and little girl who had been constants in his life for as long as he could remember.

Anna Lee was around 5'8, with a kind face and extremely long legs that she wasn't afraid of showing off. Freckles covered the majority of her body and complimented her long, golden blonde hair and her intelligent blue eyes. Dressed in a simple green dress and a tan over coat, she seemed to be laughing at something his little sister had been saying. And that, led him to looking over at Alison.

The little girl had grown significantly over the years, changed from the small toddler he'd met when he was he was only eight years old.

Alison Potter had beautiful auburn hair. Well, it technically wasn't auburn. Her hair was practically brown and only turned the slightest bit red if the sunlight hit it in just the right way. Warm brown eyes the shape of an almond completed the short girl's image.

And then there was his uncle. Soon after his father's insanity had been revealed and then after his death, James had found it extremely difficult to even look at the man.

His father had just had to have a twin. An identical twin to make it worse. His uncle and James both had the same slightly lanky but muscular build, and they both had the same black hair that usually stuck up at odd angels. He also had the glasses, which James had inherited from his dad. It seemed like glasses had run in the Potter family for years. It felt like James was being stabbed repeatedly for those first few months but he'd learnt to put the thoughts behind him.

"Jamesy!" The little girl screamed in delight upon seeing him, her face alight with excitement. It was an expression that usually coloured Alison's face. In a way, the predicament that had snatched their parent's away only acted as a way to bring the two children closer. He couldn't help but smile at her broadly and chuckled as he easily picked her up and spun her around, being extremely careful not to swing her into anyone's pathway. "Hey Ali! Have you gotten more excited since I last saw you, kiddo?" Alison, or Ali nodded, her eyes flickering all over the platform, taking in the organised chaos of students, trunks, animals and magic. Fog was everywhere and briefly touched everything as if in a thoughtful way.
"Yep! I can't believe I'm finally going to Hogwarts!" She cast a look at their adopted parents and her big brown eyes watered slightly. As her eyes watered, her lower lip began to tremble as she struggled to regain her composure. James's arms instantly tightened around her, he hadn't wanted Ali to cry, not today. As her big brother, he took it upon himself to make sure that this little girl would have a great train ride to Hogwarts.
James decided to start small and slowly work his way to bigger goals as they moved on. He'd learned his lesson from setting unrealistic goals during his sixth year.
"Ali, come on don't cry. You're going to Hogwarts!" Ali smiled weakly as James put her back on her feet and nudged her towards Anna Lee. The natural mother smiled at Alison warmly and pulled her into a loving embrace. When she'd been a lot younger, Anna Lee had realised that she could never have children. Of course that broke her heart but then she'd met Alison and James. In his opinion, there wasn't a woman who deserved to be a mother more than her.
"Sweetie, you'll have fun! And James will look after you, darling." James nodded at Alison and gave her a warm smile as he ruffled his little sister's hair. Times like this, when they were a family, it made it easy for James to forget all the horrible things going on in their lives. Alison squeaked and jumped away from James's hands, trying to fix her beautiful hair as a whistle echoed around the platform. The whistle which signaled that the train would soon be leaving the platform caused Alison to jump and look around her with wide eyes.
Sometimes the small girl tended to be a tiny bit skittish, as Rosie would say.
James and his uncle laughed loudly at Alison's reaction, earning a glare from the women. Did women get lessons on how to send death glares or were they naturally born with the needed skill?
Both of the boys blanched at the looks and turned on their heels. It seemed much safer to just start to load Alison's trunk and her little tawny owl, Caramel, into the train. James' trunk was settled beside their feet as they tried to settle the trunk in so it didn't fall over.
As they loaded the trunk James' uncle looked at him, his eyes filled with a deep sadness that James had only seen cloud his uncle's face on rare occasions. "You look just like him, you know." He paused briefly then continued, "You act just like him, James."
The words were nothing more than a whisper, but the message in them caused James's chest to tighten painfully. Struggling to find his composure, he forced himself to focus on loading Alison's trunk into the train carriage.
"My brother's boys growing up. Head boy. Quidditch captain. Little Alison is finally going to Hogwarts. Everyone's growing up and showing just how much my brother's missed. James, he'd be so proud of you and Ali, so, so proud. Never forget that okay?"
Finally, his composure slipped the smallest bit and James's eyes filled with tears. He smiled slightly at his uncle through the tears, glad to see that a glowing pride had replaced the gut wrenching sadness. Even though his uncle wasn't his father, he was as good as to James. His uncle did the best he could, especially when he was still struggling with the horrific death of his identical brother who had always been like a best friend to him.

In the middle of finally sliding the annoying trunk into the train, a flash of bright red hair caught James's attention. His hands moved as if they had a mind of their own and ruffled his hair, giving it a windswept look. Usually this maneuver did more, well for this statement, good than harm, but this time James had the trunk in his hands. The trunk fell to the floor and landed on his foot. He cursed loudly and caught Anna Lee giving him a disapproving look as she covered Alison's ears. He gave her a sheepish smile as his uncle used his wand to load the trunk in. "Sorry Anna Lee."
Anna Lee smiled at him playfully as she pulled him into a hug. As he was about to pull away, her hand teasingly swiped across the back of his head. "You're meant to be a good influence, James!" Her tone was playful and he didn't notice the tears filling her eyes. "Be good. Take care of Alison! Be a good example! Don't forget you have to go to the prefects..." She trailed off and burst into tears, pulling away from James as she desperately wiped at the tears falling down her rosy cheeks.
Coming to the rescue, William quickly stepped in and said in a fast tone. "Hurry on now you two. We'll see you at Christmas!" He usheredAlison and James towards the train and then stepped back, one hand resting around Anna Lee's waist lovingly.
Looking as if she wasn't ready to go yet, Alison hugged them both quickly and gave them a tear filled smile before stepping onto the train. James was only a few steps behind her when he heard someone yell. "Prongsie!" Within seconds, he was yanked into yet another tight hug that constricted the amount of air traveling towards his lungs.
"Hey Padfoot." James said in a tight, breathless voice as he de-tangled himself from his best mate. He made sure that he'd taken a few steps back before he took in Sirius Black. Sirius looked exactly like he had when James had seen him over summer. His hair was long and shaggy, sitting in exactly the right position and he was as muscular as his best mate, maybe slightly more so. Eyes as pale as fog made girls swoon and then his lopsided smirk always led to constant fangirling from his fans.
Sirius looked at James with a slight frown, noticing the badge he'd shoved into the pocket of his jeans. He'd even forgotten about the bloody thing and the fact that he hadn't mentioned the position he'd acquired to his friend yet. To add to his surprise, the badge was barely visible but apparently Sirius had X-ray vision. "Head Boy? You're head boy?" Sirius exclaimed in disbelief before his face broke into a large smile. He'd probably recognised all the perks and possibilities that he'd now be entitled too. James nodded warily at Sirius and looked around quickly. "Have you seen Moony? And Wormtail? What about her?" James didn't need to elaborate on who her was, Sirius instantly knew he meant Lily Evans. Or the illusive, passionate, compelling yet fiery vixen as Sirius had dubbed her over the holidays. The memory of the nickname just caused James to groan loudly. Sirius shook his head, looking a little confused at his friend's random groan and then towed James into their usual compartment where Remus and Peter were sitting. Remus already had his nose buried in a book so he missed the lightning fast look that flashed between Sirius and James. It was a look of mutual agreement that the boys constantly shared in regards to their fellow member of the Marauders.
Remus's face looked worn and tired, and he looked even skinnier than usual. Large bags shadowed the skin under his brown eyes, which also looked exhausted. His dull brown hair hung into his face, clearly showing that he hadn't groomed it in quite a while. Face pale and his posture slump definitely confirmed their theory. The clothes hung off him and gave the appearance that they were multiple sizes too big. Their mate was always like that about a week before the full moon and it made them feel sympathy.
Then the pair's eyes fell on Peter. His eyes were the same mud brown colour. They appeared watery and beady, but he was smiling weakly. His sandy blonde hair had grown longer and he looked like he didn't share Remus's problem with his clothes being multiple sizes to big, quite the opposite actually.
After a little while,James and Sirius flopped down directly opposite Remus and Peter. The exact moment their bodies touched the plaid patterned seat, Remus put down his book and said, "Hey guys. Prongs shouldn't you be in the prefects carriage?" James slapped a hand to his forehead with a groan as he stood up, stretching out his long limbs. It annoyed him quite a bit that he couldn't even joke or relax beside his friends for at least a few moments. As he ruffled his hair he looked at each of his friends in turn. "Can you make sure Alison is okay? I'm probably going to be stuck in a compartment with all those goodie two shoes most of the ride then I'll have to patrol the train so none of the gits do anything stupid…' James waved goodbye to his mates as he stepped out of the compartment. He definitely planned to ditch patrolling duty to muck about with his mates as soon as the stupid meeting had finished.
As he began to make his way down the hallway when something happened that caused him to grin happily. The illusive Lily Evans had just happened to step out of the compartment two from his current position. The look on her face made him hurry his pace so he could fall into step beside her.
"Hey Evans, can you believe I'm Head Boy?" As if she'd made up a battle plan in case he talked to her, James noticed that Lily had signaled to one of her friends as soon as he'd opened his mouth. Rosie Hunter, stepped out of the compartment Lily had come from, her eyes rolling at the fact that she'd been called over.

Rosie Hunter had always been a short girl, but she had exceedingly amazing curves. Her hair was a dark auburn and it complimented the freckles that dusted over her nose and cheeks. Eyes that she continuously changed caused people to wonder what their original colour had been. The metamorphosis prone girl always had a way of surprising people. Having been raised on a farm with her eight older brother's, Rosie was the only one in a family of muggles who had developed magic. The slightest hint of an Australian accent hung to her voice. She'd never been able to shake it and had always had it, even though she'd grown up in London from the age of eight.

Walking down the halls you could usually hear someone or other comment on whether or not the Hunter girl was a fabulous snog or shag. If any guy touched her in an inappropriate place you were certain to either get an elbow to the face, or thrown to the floor. And that was just from Rosie. If Sirius was anywhere in the vicinity they'd be dead meat. Then it brought him to the thought of the unique friendship shared by the two teenagers. Rosie Hunter and Sirius were extremely close and had been since they'd met during their first year on the train. He'd been instantly captivated by her ever changing eyes and her history and they'd been friends for years. During third year Sirius had tried to get the extremely gorgeous girl to go out with him to no avail. Rosie wasn't like most of the girls Sirius surrounded himself with. She was a mate through and through, amazing at Quidditch and quick to smile and laugh, but in no way was she interested in Sirius Black. Instead Rosie fended off her continuous stream of admirers and hardly dated. Her favorite pastime lately seemed to be making Sirius go nuts with desire for the girl, although she didn't seem to mean it. If Sirius thought he wanted that girl when she was a third year, he was positively crazy with desire now.
James had always liked Rosie Hunter, especially since she was trying to get Lily to go out with him, but also because she took most of the attention away from Lily.

Lily's voice snapped him out of his internal babble as she answered his aged question. "No I can't, I still believe that you are trying to fool me into believing it." Lily shook her head and sent a glare back down to Rosie. She'd been gestured over to help her by distracting James, who she just happened to be pretty good friend with, but instead was mucking about beside Sirius. She was standing beside him, laughing their arses off as they watched the proceeding nudged Sirius and loudly exclaimed. "Oh, our babies are growing up!" She then proceeded to pretend to dab at her eyes with her sleeve while Sirius called out. "You two better be good! If we hear you got into any trouble...straight to the naughty corner!"
James shot a glare at the two idiots and they fist pumped and disappeared back into their separate compartments, their laughter echoing around them in the hallway.
"Evans, I'm sorry, but I am Head Boy. Get used to it or shut up. It's your choice." James was so sick of her doubting him and being continuously cruel. He'd changed, yet the girl couldn't even admit that. Of course she couldn't. Lily Evans couldn't stand him.
When he'd found out he'd become Head Boy, he'd first sent his owl to Remus with the news. Moments after that, the werewolf had proceeded to tell him Lily Evans had sent him a letter asking if Remus had gotten Head Boy, as she was Head Girl. When James had heard that she was Head Girl his heart had leapt. He had a chance to prove her wrong, but she was being Lily Evans. She was being bloody stubborn and there was nothing Lily Evans hated more than being wrong. Especially if James was the one who was right in the first place.
Lily snorted, and turned to face James, her finger coming to poke him in the chest. It took all of his self control not to shove her away and continue off down the hall. "Listen here, Potter. This might be just a big joke to you, but it isn't to me." James looked at her with wide eyes at first before he grew angry, pushing her finger away from him with a little too much force, causing her to stumble away. There was just something about Evans that made his blood absolutely boil. Figuratively. He gently took her wrist to keep her from falling as he said to her in a hard tone. "When are you going to get over the fact that for the last few years, sure I've been a jerk and irresponsible but I did earn this title!?" Lily tried to squirm her wrist out of his grasp but he held on, not holding it too tightly. "When you prove me wrong, Potter." With one more powerful tug she snatched her wrist free from him and stalked off down to the prefects carriage, shooting a few glares over her shoulder at James. James sighed and ran his hand through his hair. It was going to be a bloody long year.