Chapter 1…. So far un-titled.

Disclaimer: I own my imagination and the socks I'm wearing… nothing more and especially not JKR's wonderful masterpiece.

Dedication: This whole fic is dedicated to two people: Olivia for the one reason of being my best friend and my little sister for knowing how to make me mad enough that I have to vent my emotions on paper… you should all thank her for this fic! 

There he was again, just sitting at the edge of the lake as Lily looked at him from a distance. She was in the lake, the Black Lake, but it didn't matter. Her one and only was only a few meters away. Why wouldn't he look her way? All Lily could see was the back of his head and even that was blurred.

But she knew it was him. Her one and only and she had to get to him, but something, whatever it was, was pulling at her foot. Fight it, girl, she screamed at herself. What was pulling at her? WAIT! She was going under, calling for help, but he just couldn't hear her.

Oh help, help, she silently pleaded before going completely under.

Lily Evans sat bolt up in her sweat soaked bed. That was the third time this month she'd had 'the Dream' as it had been dubbed by her friends.

Lillian Wendy Diane Evans was seventeen years old and, for the time being, out of breath and blearily awake. Looking at the small clock on her bedside table she almost screamed: 7:23 am!!

Before she had a chance to run around like a chicken with its head cut off it dawned on her that it was the first Saturday of her last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Instead of fainting with relief she walked to her bathroom to get ready to greet the day. This year Lily had her own washroom for becoming Head Girl this year. She also had her own bedroom or suite, if that's what you want to call it, common room, kitchenette, and miniature library.

There was only one catch to this wonderful arrangement and that catch was James Potter.

How he, of all people, made Head Boy Lily will never know, but he did. Aside from their bedrooms and washrooms they had to share everything else.

Now this may seem greedy, but Lily couldn't stand sharing the same air as James Potter.

Her reason being that he was an arrogant, immature, pig-headed, infuriating, bullying, hair-ruffling, pranking, toe rag and to Lily that didn't even begin to describe the bane of her existence.

Oh yes, Potter was all that and more, but what really stirred her was the fact that since fifth year he thought it would be comical to ask her out at least once a day EVERY day.

The nerve of him.

Looking the mirror Lily pulled her long, red ringlets into a high ponytail.

Then, looking at her bright green eyes and pale complexion, contemplated putting on some make-up, but immediately threw the idea into the trash bin in her head.

She couldn't remember the last time someone had forced her to apply the waxy substances onto her own person and shuddered at the mild thought.

She brushed her teeth and retreated back to her room to change out of her night gown and into weekend clothing.

Pulling on a light skirt the color of cream and a light green top, she slipped on her shoes and went to eat breakfast with the company of a good book.

… Or so she had hoped.

"Evans!" Potter was awake. "Hey, Evans, wait up," he called as she reached the passage that led to the rest of the castle.

"What do you want, Potter?" Lily asked the obnoxious boy that followed her.

"You," was his reply.

"Are you going to start that this early in the morning, Potter? I'm hardly awake and will not be held responsible for my actions."

"I thought that maybe, if you were still tired enough, you might say yes."

He probably thought this was a brilliant plan and it most likely took him around an hour or so to come up with it, but Lily would not be moved.

"No," and without waiting to see a reaction or reply, Lily quickly walked to the Great Hall for some bacon, eggs and tea.

Lily waited nearly 45 minutes until the Great Hall became the place she had known it would become. A place so loud with gossip, laughter and tears she could no longer hear herself think.

Although she would complain about the noise and nonsense she really relished in the socialization and excitement of it.

With her page saved and her belly full, she chatted away with her two best friends Clover Fowler and Amorette Branstock, Amy for short.

All three girls were beautiful in their own way.

Lily had, as previously stated, long red curls that were rarely seen out of a bun or ponytail. Her eyes were bright emeralds hidden by thick lashes and her skin was as pale as marble sometimes. She was the most studious of her friends and top of her class.

Clover had dark, almost black, hair that barely reached the bottom of her ears. In contrast to her hair, her eyes were the lightest blue imaginable and she was almost always tanned. How she stayed like that all year no one knew. Clover was defiantly the most rambunctious out of the three, but knew when seriousness was a must.

Amy was the shyest of the friends. She had pin straight blonde hair that reached her thin shoulders and was always pulled up in some way. Her eyes were honey brown and sparkled when she laughed.

All three had been friends since that first train ride six years ago. They would never forget it.

The small first year with hair like fire rushed at the brick barrier. She hoped that the impact would be sudden and just end, but it never came. Instead her eyes were met with a maroon train and the number 9 ¾. So it worked, Lily had thought. It was really happening.

Pushing a brand new trunk stuffed with robes, books, and other bits and bobs she strode to the nearest entrance on to her transportation and attempted to lift her heavy trunk on her own.

Needless to say she couldn't budge it without her father who was undoubtedly driving her mother and sister home right now.

Not one to be discouraged, Lily tried again and this time her trunk lifted easily. Looking up she saw a nervous, but determined girl about her own age lifting the other end of the luggage.

"Thank you," Lily said to the black haired girl.

"No problem. Mine had been on here for nearly half an hour and I saw you from my window," she stated matter-of-factly.

"Oh," was the only response that seemed to fit. They reached an empty compartment and Lily didn't know where to go from there.

"You can put it in here if you like," the helpful girl suggested. "Unless, of course, there are others that are waiting for you."

"No! If you don't mind, could I sit with you?"

"Sure!" as they dragged Lily's trunk into the small space the girl said, "I'm Clover, by the way. What your name?"

"Lily, I'm Lily Evans."

"It's a pleasure," Clover replied with a straight face, but you could see her eyes glow with mirth. "Evans," she muttered a few moments later. "Evans… hmm… I'm afraid I don't know your family. Are you pureblood?"

Lily immediately stiffened. "Does it matter? I don't see what the big deal is about my heritage! We're all here to learn the same things," and as she was about to leave Clover put a hand on her arm.

"I didn't mean it like that, promise. It's just that I am pureblood and I didn't recognize your surname. I just thought it might serve as a conversation starter," Clover looked slightly uneasy.

"I'm sorry," Lily apologized. "I've just already been given a hard time about it and, well, I thought…"

"It's understandable. Some purebloods give us all bad reps by being hard-core jerks. I swear we are not all sticklers about it! If it's alright, what happened?"

"It's really nothing. Some jerk in Diagon Alley had asked my surname and when I told him he pushed me and said I didn't deserve to be their. I had no idea what had happened until I read one of my new books, Different Wizards and How They Are."

"That's not on the list," Clover stated.

"I know, but I wanted to know everything I could by the time I got to school. You know, so I wasn't so clueless."

"You shouldn't worry about what others think, you know," a voice came from the door way and both girls looked over.

"AMY!!" Clover squealed.

"Hi, Clove," Amy greeted.

By this time Lily felt oddly out of place, but that wouldn't last. "Lily this is Amy and visa versa. Amy and I have known each other for a while because our moms went to Hogwarts together. Amy's a half-blood, but I love her anyway."

"Thanks," Amy said sarcastically. "It's nice to meet you, Lily." Lily nodded a greeting in return before Amy continued. "Just so you know, there are lots of Muggleborns here so you don't need to worry."

It was the start of a wonder friendship that would last forever.

The three, after Clover's five course breakfast, made their way outside. It was Saturday tradition: they would meet, greet and eat in the Great Hall, then go outside for a while of stress free sitting and talking by the lake.

After that, Lily went to the Library to study or tutor.

Amorette would make her way to where ever she was needed; sometimes she would help the teachers or house elves, but she always, secretly, hoped they would turn her away so she could sit in her dorm and draw.

Clover would wander, and keep wandering. Although, she would sometimes go outside and fly to because the Quidditch Captain could kick her off the team at any time if her pass wasn't perfect, Clover was a Chaser.

This was their Saturday tradition and everyone in the school knew about it and they all knew it was not to be broken.

All knew about it except for one James Potter and he was about to learn what happened to those who tried to break tradition.

What do you think? Yes? No? Please comment and tell me if I should toss it and start over or continue it! Thanks all!!!