AN: If I get enough good response for this, I will continue. If not, this story will remain unfinished.

I must say, to the approximately three people that will read this, the plot is only LOOSELY BASED on Sophie Kinsella's Remember Me? And it is not necessary that you read that to understand this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Remember Me?.

Chapter One: Smashed Glass and Falling on my-

Lily Evans, Fifth Year

It's raining.

That is the first thing I notice when I stomp up the stairs in a fury. I don't notice Alice Tamer try to hide the love note she'd been writing to Frank, I don't notice Sarah Phillips scream at the surprise of my angry presence and fall off her bed. Nor do I notice Bethany Winston look up from the book she was reading and roll her eyes. All I notice is that it's raining.

Are you asking why Lily Evans, Muggleborn extraordinaire, is so upset? After a fairly good day of classes, a delicious meal and a delightful evening with her best friend from Ravenclaw, Sophia Churchill, how could she be infuriated to the point that she threw a glass vase containing flowers at the wall? The answer to this, and many of my problems, is Mr James Joseph Potter.

*

My first memory of Hogwarts is tainted by him. I remember stepping onto the train, only to be yanked into his compartment the second both my feet were in.

"This is the girl I'm going to marry, guys!" He said pointing at me. I was horrified. Who was this guy with messy black hair and glasses that I was apparently going to be married to someday? I didn't even know his name.

"Shouldn't you introduce us, mate? If you want me to be best man at your wedding, I should know who your blooming bride-to-be is!" said his friend. He had messy, shoulder length hair and a nice smile that made you forget how dishevelled his appearance was. He was not the only one in the compartment. I noticed a skinny looking boy with a bowl cut, wide, scared eyes and scars along his face. There was also a fat, blond boy who happened to be shaking.

I refuse to marry a boy with suck bizarre friends.

"This is.... Your name, Mrs Future Potter?" The black haired boy said.

"I'm not marrying you if you don't know my name." I said, crossing my arms at my chest. "Why would you even want to marry me? You don't know me." I shook my head.

"You are pretty, you have a fiery temper, you are stubborn, you are brave, you are loyal and you love unconditionally. That's why I want to marry you." He said, never once hesitating or breaking eye contact.

"You got all that just by looking at me?" I said.

"I read you like a book, Nameless-Future-Wife of mine." He winked. "I'm James Potter, by the way." He extended his hand. I shook it.

"Lily Evans. And, it will stay that way, because there is no way on earth I will ever marry you, James Potter." I turned on my heel and walked away.

*

"Sweetie, what did he do now?" Sarah walked over to me, resting a pale white hand on my shoulder. I shook it off, tears of anger gathering in my eyes. Sarah knelt down in front of me.

Sarah had bright blue eyes that looked straight into your soul and brown hair that fell just past her shoulders. She had a light dusting of freckles, like me, on the bridge of her nose and was so pale, she almost looked blue. Despite her being pale, she was pretty nonetheless.

"He asked me out, hexed Sev, then insulted me, then asked me out again!" I said, closing my eyes for a second. When I opened them, tears were falling on my cheeks.

"What did he say?" Alice walked over and knelt next to Sarah.

"He said, 'Lily Evans, go on a date with me.'" I stated.

Sarah and Alice rolled their eyes simultaneously. "We figured out that part. We want to know what hex he used on Snape and how he insulted you!"

"He used a Jelly-Legs hex on Sev, then a Bat-Bogey right after. Poor Sev." I hung my head, but continued, all while looking at the ground. "He called me insensitive. He said I was judgemental." Sadness tears spilled out of my eyes, leaving dots on the rug.

"Poor thing!" Bethany said. I wasn't aware she was listening. Bethany and I had a rivalry kind of friendship, but most of the time, it wasn't so bad between us. "You know what would totally help?" She sat down in beside me and flicked her long blonde hair over her shoulder.

"What?" I said, wiping a tear from underneath my eye with my thumb.

"This." Bethany pulled a bottle of Firewhiskey from behind her. "Forget your troubles, girl!"

I laughed as she uncorked the bottle. I pressed it to my lips.

The drink burned my throat, but in a good way. It made me feel good, but slightly woozy. I didn't care. I took another drink, and turned my head to see Bethany pull a bottle for each of us out of her trunk. She passed them out.

"Cheers!" She said, smiling.

"CHEERS!" We all cried.

An hour and a half later:

"Look... at... ME! I'm... Sandra... DEE! Lousy... with..."

"VIRGINITY!" We all cried in unison.

I was absolutely wasted, and I was singing 'Sandra Dee' from Grease, though I was off-beat and off-key. I had taught it to the rest of the girls, and we decided to put on what we called 'Drunk Theatre'. I stood on top of my bedside table and began to sing again.

"Won't... go... TO BED! Till... I'm legally... WED! I can't, I'm Sandra..." I held the note before stepping forward, forgetting I was on a table. "Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." I kept singing, I was told later on, until I hit the bed, fell off, hit the floor and was knocked unconscious.

*

I woke up in the hospital wing, with Sophia and Bethany peering on top of me.

"She's awake! She's awake!" As soon as they saw my eyes flutter open, they kissed my head and started dancing with each other.

I sat up. "Sophia, how did you know about how I got here? It was only Gryffindor girls there." I said, running my hand through my hair.

They both looked at me, clearly puzzled. "Well, no, it was just you and James when it happened." Sophia said, laughing nervously before sitting down on my bed. Bethany did the same. This was too weird. Bethany and Sophia aren't friends. Before today, I don't think they've ever talked to each other.

"James wasn't there." I shook my head.

They looked at each other. "Lily." Bethany said. "Tell us how you got here."

"Well, it was after James had asked me out, hexed Snape, insulted me and asked me out again. I was in the dorm, angry, when Bethany pulled out Firewhiskey. We got drunk, and started 'Drunk Theatre'. I was singing 'Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee' and I fell off a table."

"Oh my God." Bethany said, her hand over her heart. "That was when you were still friends with Alice and Sarah."

"I'm not friends with them anymore?!" I said, my voice rising.

"I'll take care of this; you get Madame Lou." Sophia whispered to Bethany. Bethany got up and ran to the nurse's office. "Lily? What year are you in?"

"Fourth." I state, wondering why she's asking me this; she's my age, she should know what year she's in. Honestly.

But her eyes only soften, almost with pity. "What's today's date, Lily?"

"February 19th, 1973." I say, eyes narrowing. "Sophia, what's going on?"

"Oh Lily." Is all she says, and then she hugs me. When she pulls away, tears are in her dark brown eyes. "You've got it all wrong."

"What?"

"We're in seventh year. Today's date is November 1st," She takes a deep breath and continues. "1976." Her tears spilled over. "Lily." She says. "You're suffering from memory loss. You're remembering the wrong accident. Your mind is stuck three years in reverse."

AN: Review! I need to know if there is anyone out there reading this! If not, it will not be continued.