Lily Evans pushed her cart through the station, eyes scanning for any sight of her two best friends. It was the first day of her seventh year and she couldn't see anyone but Muggles at the station. She spotted someone that seemed to look like a wizard and pushed her cart toward him, hoping to find a friend.

It was only when she was two feet away from him that she recognized who she was about to bump into. Lily swerved her cart immediately and was about to take off in the opposite direction when…

"Evans!"

Lily pushed on. "Maybe if I ignored him…" she thought.

No such luck.

"Evans! Evans! EVANS!" James Potter chased after her as Lily continued walking forward.

Realizing that about half the station was staring at her and not wanting to cause more of a scene than she had already had, Lily stopped and swerved around sharply to face none other than James Potter.

"Oy, Evans," James said. He was slightly out of breath and so was she, which was not surprising, as Lily had walked past five platforms to avoid him. "I was afraid you couldn't hear me."

"No?" Lily muttered under her breath, but James didn't hear. "Yes, Potter?"

James didn't answer. He was simply staring at her.

"POTTER!"

"Oh, yes," James snapped out of his daze and a small smile began to form on his lips. He ruffled his hair and saw Lily's green eyes flare up with rage. "Are you Head Girl?"

"Yes, Potter," Lily said, annoyed. "Is that all?"

James smiled widely at the girl and said, "That's good."

Lily was a bit startled at his response and said, "Potter, I don't think it's good for you because I could easily hand you punishments and…

"Wait, Evans," James held up his hand in front of her face to stop her. "I have something to show you.

"What makes you think I want to see something you have?" Lily retorted and was about to push on when…

"Don't you want to know who the Head Boy is?"

Lily froze and felt a chill go down her spine. She had been wondering who the Head Boy was, but James Potter's reaction to her being Head Girl was so strange. He was so happy, almost too happy. This meant that…No, it couldn't be. Nobody would be cracked enough to put James Potter in the position of…

"Head Boy, Evans. I'm Head Boy," James smirked slightly at Lily's dumbfounded reaction. He had his badge out and held it in front of her face.

Lily didn't say anything for a while. She only stared at the badge, her eyes wider than ever and her mouth slightly open. After about a minute of this…

"Are you still alive, Evans?"

Lily moved her eyes from the badge to James' hazel eyes. "Excuse me," she said very quietly. "I think I need to go over there and die now." She pushed her cart toward platform nine and three-quarters very slowly. James did not follow.

Lily got to the platform and suddenly felt an urge to scream. She opened her mouth wide but no sound would come out so, if you really looked at her, she looked like she was choking on something.

"Lily?"

Lily turned around to find both of her best friends there: Anne Davis and Elain Bellmont.

"Are you O.K.?" Elain asked her. She was a pretty girl with long brown hair and brown eyes.

"I think she's dying," Anne remarked. She was the most sensible of the three and also the tallest. Anne also had brown hair, though it was much lighter than Elain's, and blue eyes.

"I think so, too." Elain agreed, looking at Lily. "Lily? To we need to call the paramedic?"

"Puuuhhhhh…..tttteeeeerrrrrhhhhhhh." Lily hissed angrily.

"I think she's trying to say something. Quick, Elain! We need to teach her English so we could capture our dear Lily's dying words!" Anne said.

Lily whacked her on the shoulder before saying, or shouting rather. "JAMES POTTER IS HEAD BOY!"

"Oh…" Anne said.

"…my." Elain finished for her.

"This is going to be one hell of a year," Lily groaned.

"Is Evans Head Girl, Prongs?" Sirius Black asked his best friend as they pushed their carts toward platform nine and three-quarters.

"Yup," James said happily.

"No wonder you looked so happy," Remus Lupin, another one of their friends, said as he smiled wryly at James.

"Moony, my friend," James said, smiling widely. "This year's the year."

"The year for what?" Peter, always the slow one, questioned. James, however, wasn't very annoyed.

"This is the year Lily is going to go out with me."

"Or the year Evans is going to go insane having to work with you," Sirius said, avoiding the daggers James was shooting his way with his eyes.

"Either way," Remus said, "she's going to have to be with you every day of the year."

James smiled. "This is going to be one hell of a year."