Disclaimer – Hey, I'm just a 17-year-old girl. I own nothing whatsoever…except for Bobby Sox, my cat, but is it possible to own a cat? Hmm…well, I digress. Enjoy the story!

"Holy crap." That was the attitude that Lily greeted the day with. It was August 15 and she had yet to purchase her schoolbooks for the new term at Hogwarts. "What am I thinking? I haven't even received my letter yet," she murmured aloud to herself. For some odd reason, she was able to tell what was being written about her from many years in the future. Oops…my bad, she actually was not able to read this, she was just thinking about the fact that she still needed to buy her school things.

"Dad, Mum! Are you both up yet? Pet? How 'bout you? Anyone?" Lily stumbled down the stairs from her second story room. She gazed about the greeting hall, looking for any sign of life. Her keen eyes caught sight of a small note taped to the door. As she approached, she noticed the small writing of Petunia's, her sister. "Where have you run off to today, family?"

Lily:

Mum, Dad, and I have gone to town to buy groceries for tonight's dinner. Mum tried to wake you, but, being the lazy bum you are, you wouldn't budge. Don't forget to look nice and normal tonight, all right? Vernon's coming over and I would like the family to make a good impression on him.

We'll be home by four with Vernon.

-Petunia Evans

"Yes, yes, Pet. I'll look my best." Lily and her sister had always had a loving relationship. They were normal sisters. They fought and argued just like every other pair of siblings. Unfortunately for them, though, the powers that be decided to complicate things a little bit for them. The summer that Lily turned 11, she had learned something that astonished her, excited her mother, enthralled her father, and confused her sister. She was a witch. Her family had always secretly expected this. How many normal seven year olds can cause toasters to explode when they become irked? The confusion that Petunia felt led to her holding her sister at an arm's length at all times. The fact that Lily was so different from those Petunia considered to be perfect was enough for Petunia to consider her sister to be something second-class.

Even with the degradation that Petunia had applied to Lily, Lily still loved and cared for her sister. Petunia loved Lily as well, but would never admit it openly. In front of her friends, she still referred to Lily as "My parents' other daughter." Lily didn't mind, though. She had plenty of friends at her school. She was even what many considered to be popular. She had never seen it. She just assumed that she was friendly and got along well with everyone.

Well, she had to admit, she didn't get along with everyone. There was a boy in her year that she didn't talk to much and avoided if possible. It wasn't that she didn't like him, it was more the fact that every time she tried to be nice, he would call her a "Mudblood" or any other derogatory name. Severus Snape. He sent shivers down her spine every time he drew nearer to her. He was a known fan of the Dark Arts, so she kept her distance.

However, there were those that she held in lower regards than even Snape. James Potter and Sirius Black. They were half of the trouble making team, The Marauders. The duo was quite possibly the reason that Lily had not enjoyed her honorable duty as Prefect. There was hardly a night of patrol for her when she had not run into them planning some prank. Gryffindor had almost lost the house cup that year because of James and Sirius' deductions in house points.

It wasn't just the fact that the two had probably aged Lily several years that she didn't particularly care for them; it was more the fact that they teased anyone and everyone. They had a complete lack of morals and disregard for rules. If Dumbledore hadn't had such a fondness for their group, all four Marauders would be attending Durmstrang right now. They would fit in with the Dark teachings.

As Lily made her way into her kitchen, she passed the dining room. She noticed five place settings already arranged, with napkins covering up the dishes and cutlery. Petunia convinced them to set out the good china. Good for her, thought Lily to herself as she lifted a maroon napkin to get a good view of the plates. Upon reaching the kitchen, something immediately drew her attention. Roasting in the oven was a large duck. Wow, this must really be an important dinner. Better not spoil my appetite too much, she thought as she reached into the cabinet to pull out a small bowl. Lily walked over to a smaller cupboard that rested above the sink and a window. Groggily, she gazed out as she retrieved the box of cereal that rested in its normal place.

Suddenly, something caught her attention. A fleck in the sky shook her out of her hazy state. As the speck grew large, Lily was able to identify it as a Tawny owl, no doubt belonging to the school. Her heart began to race as she opened the window to greet the owl that bore a letter Lily had been waiting six years to get, ever since she was a first year at Hogwarts. While removing the letter from the Tawny that had landed on her counter, she desperately hoped for an extra parcel to be contained within it

She felt a lump in the envelope as she propped herself onto the counter next to the bird. Her heart was racing faster and faster has she opened it. A small badge fell out. The letters "HG" standing out. "YES!" she shrieked, as childhood dreams had become reality. "I'm Head Girl. Holy mother of pearl. Wait until Mum and Dad hear of this. This is going to be the most terrific year yet!" As the excitement wore off, Lily read the letter that accompanied her treasured badge. She had plenty of books that she would need to pick up before September first. Looks like we'll need to take a trip to Diagon Alley.

Finally, after being distracted most pleasantly, Lily sat down in the dining room in her normal spot and ate her cereal while gazing dreamily at her new badge that she had propped up against the humble vase of wild flowers that was set in the middle of the table. As the idea of her being considered the most responsible and honorable seventh year girl by her professors sunk in, a thought occurred to her. Who's Head Boy? She began to mentally list the boys in her year off. She reckoned that it surely would be a former Prefect. Remus? Yeah, it could be Remus. He would be a good Head Boy. Well, he would if it weren't for the fact that he was absent so much. I guess it won't be Remus. What about Sean? He's a good guy. Not bad for a Hufflepuff. I wouldn't mind sharing a private dorm with him. Aaron's all right, too, but I doubt that Dumbledore would let him be a Prefect after that terrible accident during last year's Quidditch game…That's a game Sirius won't soon forget…hehe…

Lily continued to think of possible Head Boys. She had finally decided that it was going to go to either Sean Witherby or Charles Jacobson. They were both honorable, smart and had unmarred records. Also, they were both attractive, which was a perk in Lily's decision-making process for the ultimate Head Boy.

She was startled out of her daydreams of being locked in a room with Sean when a cuckoo clock on her wall notified her that it was 11 am. She decided that it was about time to take a shower. Lily took her bowl and spoon and set them carefully in the sink. Because she had turned 17 earlier that summer, she was able to do magic without fear of being expelled or any other sort of punishment that the Ministry might impose upon an underage wizard. Lily practiced her wandless magic skills as she told her bowl and spoon to clean themselves. Much to her enjoyment, they were spotless in a matter of two seconds. She placed the objects in their rightful positions among the other objects in her cupboards.

Lily waltzed up to the upstairs with her badge securely placed in the pocket of her pajamas. At the top of the stairs, she turned left to go to her room and set the badge down on her dresser. Out of her closet, she got a sundress and some undergarments and trotted her way to the bathroom. As Lily washed herself clean, thoughts kept racing through her brain. What effect would this new position have on her? Would students learn to avoid her as they had with other Heads? Would her status as a popular girl be affected? She doubted all of these scenarios. Her friends would never abandon her and she was loved and respected by all of her younger peers. Was she ready to take on the challenge of The Marauders? This question would plague her mind for the rest of the summer.

After a good hour of showering, Lily jumped out and got dressed. She hustled out of the restroom and into her own room. As soon as she entered, she looked around her humble abode. Though it was small when compared to some of her richer friends' rooms, it was very cozy and comforting. It was her room and no one could take that away. How many times had she come here after a fight with Petunia? How many stories had her mother read to her as she tried to get to sleep as a child in the very bed that lay before her? How many years and coats of paint had it taken for Lily and her father to agree that the off-white color of the walls was the best for the room?

If it were up to her, Lily would wish for everyone to share the same pleasant memories as she had. Nothing made her feel guiltier than when one of her friends would complain about a fight they had had with their parents. It wasn't that Lily never fought with her parents. She did, but the fights were always meaningless and easily forgotten. She had a wonderful relationship with her parents.

Lily threw herself down on her bed. She was allowed to be lazy if she wanted to, wasn't she? It was summer for crying out loud. It was a time to recover from the stresses of school life and to relax. It would only be a short nap, she told herself. It wasn't, though. It was 4:45 by the time she had woke up. The sound of multiple car doors slamming had shaken her from her rest. Looking at her clock, she chuckled softly to herself as she realized that her family was, as always, late.

The front door opened and voices carried themselves up to Lily's room.

"Lily, are you home, dear?" called her mother. "Lily! We're home. Come down and greet Vernon."

"Oh, Mum. Don't make her come down if she doesn't want to. She's probably up there doing something stupid." Petunia always knew how to make Lily come down stairs.

"Here I am. Did you miss me on your trip? I sure missed you. Especially you, Pet," said Lily as she scaled the stairs, finally stopping to pinch Petunia's non-existent cheek. "Pick up anything that I will enjoy?"

"Well, Vernon's here," said Lily's father in a rather bored tone.

"Hi," said Vernon sheepishly. He was not one to be shy, but he always appeared to be flustered around Lily. This shyness was not meant to be taken as a sign of affection, though. Petunia had put off informing Vernon of Lily's special powers until she felt it was absolutely crucial for him to know, which was apparently that afternoon. Ever since learning of her gift, Vernon reacted the same way Petunia had; he would not get close to her and spoke very little to her.

The family had a very nice dinner that night. Lily proudly told her parents of her accomplishment of becoming Head Girl. They were very proud of her, but Petunia and Vernon could not have cared less. Throughout the course of the meal, they had been speaking non-verbally with each other. At one point, Lily dropped her napkin and when she bent down to pick it up, she could've sworn she saw Vernon's porky fingers drawing lazy circles on Petunia's thigh. After this showing of affection, Lily excused herself to the kitchen, where she got a look at dessert. That apple tart would look one hundred times better if I hadn't just lost my appetite. Darn those two lovebirds.

After the dinner was completely over and Petunia had said her goodbyes to Vernon, Lily headed up to bed. As she entered her room, she noticed a rather sharp looking owl perched on her windowsill. She walked over to it and removed the small bit of parchment from the owl's leg. The owl flew off in a flash and left Lily staring at disappearing into the night. She unfolded the bit of parchment and read the small note.

My dear Lily,

You didn't think that you could go a whole summer without hearing from your favorite classmate, did you? Well, here I am to prove you wrong, like always. I just wanted to say that I miss you and I can't wait to see you at Platform 9 and ¾. Sirius sends his love, by the way. I better end this letter now, or I might confess my undying love for you. Goodbye Lily. I will write later this week.

Yours forever,

J. Potter

Ugh…That pompous prat. He always pulled this stupid stunt on Lily. Every summer, he would send her owls once a week. This summer, however, Lily had failed to receive one. She had thought that maybe he had matured out of it. She was wrong and conceded her defeat. She tossed the note into a drawer she had specified for junk owls. It was filled with old letters James had sent her. She wasn't sure why she hadn't thrown them out, but she was too tired to care at that moment. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she out like a light. That night, she dreamt of James Potter caught in an owl's talon and being taken to be eaten. Needless to say, she slept with a smile on her face.