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"Lily Elizabeth Evans!" Her mother's shrill voice jolted the sixth year Gryffindor out of her dreams. She rolled over so her face was smashed into her very soft pillow hiding from the harsh light Mrs. Evans had just turned on overhead. Suddenly, the oh so comfy pillow was yanked from her hands, and the blankets thrown back, exposing the seventeen year old girl to the chilled air. "Up! Now!" Mrs. Evans barked.

"Drill Sergeant." Lily muttered, earning her a whack on the head from her oh so soft pillow that certainly did not feel very soft right now. Mrs. Evans raised the pillow a second time, but Lily sat up, raising her hands in defense. "All right! All right, I'm up!" She rolled off her bed onto the floor, and dragged herself to her feet, glancing at the clock on her bedside table. "Merlin's knickers Mum! Its only seven!"

"And next thing you know it will be only eight, and then only nine, and then you will have missed the Hogwarts Express." Lily looked up at her mother sheepishly before giving her a quick peck on the cheek. "Now hurry down, Petunia made breakfast this morning, and you don't want it to get cold." Lily shuddered. Petunia's cooking left much to be desired.

Nevertheless, she followed Mrs. Evans downstairs, and pulled out a seat for herself at the table. A very disgruntled Petunia plopped two overcooked eggs and a piece of inedibly charred toast on a plate, and handed it to Lily. Lily eyed the plate before offering a meek "Thanks, Tuney" to her sister. Ever since Lily's acceptance to Hogwarts, the once-close siblings had been on shaky ground. They tried to get along, they really did, but their differences were many and both girls had a streak of stubbornness that made it hard to forgive and forget. Lily silently choked down the black toast, and excused herself from the table. She had packed over the last few weeks; she liked to have time to pack orderly, thus not forgetting things. Her trunk was almost full, but before she shut it, she stuffed in her favorite pair of sneakers, the red and white Asics, and her stuffed dragon, Mr. Foogles. She grabbed her wand (11 inches, cherry and dragon heartstring) off of her dresser, and lugged her trunk toward the door, giving her habitually spotless room one last glance, as if forbidding it to change while she was gone.

The drive to Platform 9 3/4 was silent, Mrs. Evans' usually boisterous personality always dimmed when her first daughter left for most of the year. At the platform, Mrs. Evans sobbed as she hugged Lily goodbye. Lily gave one final wave, then briskly walked toward the brick wall, disappearing from her mothers' view.

Lily boarded the Hogwarts Express, and searched around for an empty compartment, when she felt two slim hands slip over her eyes, and a cheerful, bright voice said "Guess who?" Lily grinned, and turned to pull her best friend, Marlene, into a bear hug. Marlene hadn't found a compartment yet either, so the two girls continued down the train, chattering excitedly about their summers. Finally, they came to an apartment that didn't seem to be packed. Inside, they found two boys sitting on one of the benches, talking quietly. Lily's eyes widened as she took a closer look at the one nearest her. He was perfect. He had messy black hair that fell into his pale face, and brown eyes that twinkled in the late morning sun. His jaw was chiseled, and he wore wire-rim glasses atop the bridge of that oh so perfect nose.

"Hello." His voice was strong, yet quiet, and he spoke with a slight awkwardness, as if he was not used to conversing with people. "I'm James. James Potter, and this is Sirius Black," he motioned to the boy sitting next to him, who waved cheekily at them. He was slighter than James, and taller too, and the corner of his mouth twitched up in a seemingly permanent smirk. His hair was the same ebony black, but every strand of it fell perfectly into place.

Potter spoke again. "We're transfer students. From Durmstrang." Lily regained her composure.

"I'm Lily Evans, and this is Marlene McKinnon. Do you mind?" She asked, motioning towards the empty bench.

"Not at all." This time it was Black who spoke, as he motioned for them to sit down. Lily was struggling to heave her heavy trunk into the overhead rack when a pair of large hands removed it from her grasp, and easily placed it on the rack. She looked over to the serious face of Potter.

"Thank you." She said uncertainly. "I could have done it myself, though." The boy stared at her for a moment, and then sat back down stiffly. Marlene and Black were in an animated discussion about Quidditch, both of them being beaters for their teams. Lily tried to strike up a conversation with Potter. "Potter," She began questioningly, "have you been sorted into a House yet?"

"No." His answer was contrite. Black knocked into Potter with his shoulder.

"We're gonna be sorted after the feast, by Dumbledore!" His face turned thoughtful. "We didn't have houses at Durmstrang…We were separated by years…" He turned back to Marlene. "Tell me more about the Houses?" Marlene nodded, blushing a bit.

"Well, to start off with, there's Ravenclaw. That's where you go if you're really smart. Though, not always." She glanced at Lily. "Lily's top of our year, but she's in Gryffindor. Then there's Hufflepuff. Um….How do I put this…" She looked again at Lily, for help, but Lily just giggled. "Well…Hufflepuff's are really nice, but they're not exactly the brightest lot…or the most courageous. But better Hufflepuff than Slytherin. Slytherins are a nasty lot. (A/N-I love Slytherin! All you Slytherin fans, don't get mad at me! J but for the purpose of this scene…) You don't want to be in Slytherin!" Marlene shuddered, then her face broke into a smile. "The best house is mighty Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart! They're daring, nerve, and chivalry set Gryffindors apart!" She sang. Black laughed, but Potter kept his gaze on Lily, which was slowly but surely making her squirm uncomfortably in her seat. She made a second attempt to engage him in conversation.

"Do you know anyone from Hogwarts?"

"One person." His eyes darkened. "But that doesn't matter. You probably wouldn't know him anyways."

"I was prefect last year." Lily started importantly. "I know who most everyone is." Potter sighed.

"He's a Slytherin. His name is Snape. Severus Snape."

Yay! End of first chapter! Its not very long, hopefully the next one will be longer. Please review! I like any comments, criticizing or not!

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