H'ok, you know all of those fics about Marriage Law that have become immensely popular in HP fanfics. Well surprise I love them! Something about Hermione /Oliver /Fred that I really like in that situation.

And well we all wonder how Lily and James sorted it out. Well what if she had to marry someone else before James, what if the person she had to marry was one of his best friends. And what if it was that which made her realise her feelings.


Hogwarts during spring was the bane of most of the student's lives.

It was wet.

Well, yes ok that was an understatement. It rained, it poured, there were, to put it lightly, "bloody huge downpours".

So yes besides the fact that it rained a whole lot it was cold.

And it was windy.

And everything led up to the OWLS and NEWTS.

So yes it was pretty depressing for the students. Well unless you had a nice map of Hogwarts, and a cloak. An invisible cloak. So if you have both of these items, a map AND a cloak well you're pretty set for excitement.

Plus it helps that you are top of your year and you don't have to study and take calming draughts on the hour to keep your nerves for the exams. That's what THEY have. They, Princes of the school. The Guys who, with a single grin knocked most of the girls in the school into a stupor of idiotic grinning.

Remus, the classic good guy shy type. But if you got to know the real Remus, as Lily had, he was an animal. No pun intended. She had a devilish nature, yes he was smart and sweet, but let him out of his cage and he is wild.

Peter, the small quiet one. She didn't like him. He was so……for lack of a better word, creepy. He made her skin crawl. His small beady eyes, and small beady features. There was an element of betrayal in those rat-like eyes.

Sirius, oh word! The arrogance, the charm, it was, even to Lily herself, intoxicating. His shaggy black hair enchanted her. The bad boy of Hogwarts was really a darling young man, with some bad habits that tended to rub off on his other best friend. Yes Sirius was there to help her relax, or maybe that was the cigarette he constantly carried on him.

And James. What can you say about James Harold Potter besides the fact he has a "holier-that thou" complex. Yes he was attractive, and she he was smart, but she couldn't get past her first impression of him.

After all we all hold our first impressions, as in most cases they are the most lasting impression.

These four young men, two of whom she was a good friend with had their collective problems, their own troubles. But to Hogwarts pupil body they were perfect; they were in essence, role models.

Everyone wanted to have the immunity, the charm, and the respect of the Marauders.

Lily on the other hand was less regarded in Hogwarts.

The Slytherins hated her; she was Muggle born, and they tend to hate everyone.
The Ravenclaw's hated her; she was smarter than them, and Head Girl.

The Huffelpuff's didn't mind her, but in the end they sided with the Ravenclaws.

And the Griffindor's, they gave her a bad time about Potter, but in the end she could trust most of them.

So Lily's existence in Hogwarts was one of little company. She would wake up, study, eat, attend lessons, study and sleep. There was no room for socializing.

She had to get the highest marks, she had to do her Head duties, and yes she had to sly off for a quick fag with Sirius.

Occasionally she and Remus would talk, about lessons or the future. But it had become more strained; she couldn't deny it. Since finding out about his second life, she never knew what to say. Should she offer words of condolence? No, he hadn't lost anything, just the will power three nights a month.

In the end though, despite the slight uncomfortable-ness she was still his friend.

So there are 10 students in each house per year. 5 boys, 5 girls.

4 houses? 40 pupils per house per year.

7 years at Hogwarts? 280 pupils in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and as Lily Evans looked out of the Common Room window into that never ending battle of rain against the earth she could count 2 friends out of 280 pupils.

Unable to pull her gaze away from the window she sighed and unhappily rubbed her hands against one another.


Hopefully this wasn't too depressing. Or too obvious? Well in the next chapter it will be in Lily's POV! This was just a general introduction.

Later all! Rammstein rock!

The Teabag of Anger!