Here's the second chapter :) Thanks for putting this story on alert guys, you make me smile! The next Chapter will hopefully have a bit more action. I'm thinking maybe a game of truth or dare so we can introduce all the characters in the story properly.

Disclaimer (I think I forgot this on the last chapter) - Obviously I don't own these characters (although i'll introduce some new ones next chapter that i do) they and Harry Potter are property of the Queen AKA JK rowling

Chapter 2

Ahhh! Did I really just sleep through my alarm on the first day? Lily screamed at herself. Why did this kind of thing always happen to her? She had been having the strangest dream about a castle similar to the Hogwarts and it had been a school full of magic, she could have sworn in the dream Professor McGonagall had turned into a cat?! Lily shook her head at the ridiculousness of it all. She'd started awake this morning and groaned at the bright lights coming through her window. It took Lily a few minutes to gather her surroundings.

She was in a small room with her bed in the corner. There was a cupboard along the farthest wall where she'd unpacked most of her clothes last night and in another corner sat her bass. The walls were made of stone and let in a chili breeze, though the sun shone through an oversized window next to the cupboard. Squeezing her eyes closed she rolled over and peaked through one eye at the red numbers on her alarm clock. 7:37. Wait, 7:37!

Lily scrambled out of bed, tripping over her tangled blankets as she proceeded to the cupboard. Grabbing the first clothes she saw and her toothbrush she sprawled to the shared bathroom that was at the end of the corridor outside her room. It was empty. She supposed all the students were already at breakfast, her stomach grumbled in anticipation. After attempting to pull a comb through the red, mangled bird's nest that was her hair she conceded defeat and climbed into the nearest shower. The cascading water was calming, yet Lily didn't allow herself a moment to enjoy the hot water gushing over her tense shoulders as she set to work with untangling. 7 minutes later – fully dressed with wet, mostly unknotted hair trailing behind her – Lily tore towards the Great Hall, ready for the much awaited food that she could smell wafting around the castle.

Five minutes later Lily could still smell the coveted banquet, yet she was no closer to finding the hall then she had been from the moment she'd left the bathroom. Sighing in frustration she finally stopped and glanced around her unfamiliar surroundings. "I swear these staircases change!" she mumbled angrily to herself. Lily turned around and prepared to accept that she would just have to wait until lunch. Walking back to her room she turned left after a statue of a violin and froze. Instead of the corridor that housed her room being in front of her there was a dead end.

Lily closed her eyes and opened them. She blinked again, but still the same dead end with the painting of an old man with long white hair and beard tucked into his belt (wearing the most peculiar set of purple robes), stood in front of her – his startling blue eyes staring out at her from behind half-moon glasses. A faint smile played at his lips as though he was amused by her whole predicament. Lily narrowed her eyes suspiciously at the portrait and swivelled on her heel, attempting of stem the rising panic flooding through her veins. Here she was, lost in a strange castle without even her cell phone to call someone to come and find her. Wondering if Professor McGonagall would notice if she didn't turn up to class and coming looking for her or if she would just eventually die down her from starvation as the smell of smoked bacon tormented her nostrils, Lily wandered aimlessly. And no, she was not being the least bit over-dramatic!

Whispering voices floated towards Lily after what felt like hours of wandering. She glanced down at her watch. 7:53. Well, at least a good three minutes.

"I swear on Merlin's pants that if you don't hurry up Padfoot I will hold you down until you tell me exactly why you want us to be late for our first class." A low and husky whisper floated towards her. Curiosity overcame Lily's despair at being lost. Feeling quite like she should consider becoming a ninja with her eavesdropping skills, she stopped and flattened herself to the wall around the corner from the voices. "Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?"

"Just a second my dear Prongs. And it's in your best interest to not know what I'm doing. That way you can claim innocence." Another voice replied, still whispering. "Besides, Moony already promised to cover for us." Were these students, Lily wondered? And who on earth could have such ridiculous names? I mean, Padfoot, Prongs and Moony? They really did suck as making up nicknames; either that or their parents really hated them.

"And so did Wormtail, do you really want our fate resting on his ability to lie?" The first voice countered. Wormtail? Really, this was just getting ludicrous now. Who wants to be called Wormtail?

"I can't deny you make a great point there. I'll just be a minute and we can go." The second voice, Padfoot, responded. Prongs gave a disgruntled "humph."

Lily couldn't take it anymore. Just one quick glance around the corner to see exactly who she was snooping on and then she duck her head back and they would be none the wiser. Armed with her superb espionage ability Lily prepared herself and quick as lightening she flicked her head around the corner, even managing to keep her wet hair out of her eyes. Kneeling on the ground next to a statue of knight's armour, was an attractive boy of around 17 (the same age as Lily). He had long black flowing hair to his shoulders and angular features with dark, heavy-lidded eyes. Next to him stood a boy of similar attractiveness, Lily noted quickly. He was tall with dark hair that stuck out at all angles, and had a strong jaw line that was currently hanging below the rest of his face. His hazel eyes stared at her in astonishment.

Whipping hair head back, Lily held her breath. Maybe he didn't see her and was shocked by something else or more likely it was time to re-evaluate her decision to become a ninja. Lily waited patiently for him to come and find her. Her mind scrambled for some reason for her being pressed up against a wall but she came up blank. Seconds passed and Lily stuck her head out again, his was still staring, dumbfound, at the spot where her head had disappeared from. It was then that the kneeling boy, Padfoot, stood up and looked around, having completed his task. His grey eyes locked onto Lily's and narrowed distrustfully. "Can I help you?" She didn't answer. "What are you doing here anyway?" Prongs remained frozen.

"Well, I … Uhh … erm. You see…" Where was her overactive imagination now? "I was just working on my ninja skills," she unexpectedly blurted out. In future, she decided, she should keep her internal monologue to herself.

Padfoot turned to look at the other boy who was slowly regaining use of his body. He blushed as Padfoot raised an eyebrow at him, straightening up his usual confidence returned to him. Lily, who until now had been busy berating herself, missed the whole exchange. "I see, well they could really do with some work, you know, seeing as we caught you." Prongs managed, though his voice was croaky, ruffling his hair so it looked even more ridiculous.

"Wow, thanks for that!" snapped Lily who decided to just roll with it. "I really hadn't noticed." Her voice dripped sarcasm.

"Well, that was awfully unobservant of you. You should probably look into a different career path." Padfoot nodded solemnly.

"I'll do that!" Lily turned on her heel and stopped, realising she still had no idea where she was. Sucking up her pride she spun back around, shooting daggers out of her eyes in indignation. The boys stepped back looking scared. Realising her effect, she collected herself and plastered her most coy smile on her face. She really did not want to sink to this level, but she also didn't want to be too late to her first class. Desperate times called for desperate measures, in Lily's book, using her womanly powers counted as desperate measures. "So, I may be ever so slightly lost and I would really appreciate it if you could help me out." Lily drawled, battering her eyelids for extra measure. She wondered if she'd tried too hard when Padfoot crossed his arms suspicious of her mood change, but Prongs puffed out his chest impressively. It was all Lily could do not to roll her eyes. "I'm Lily, by the way."

"I'm James Potter and this is Sirius Black," said Prongs gesturing to himself and his friend respectively. Lily sighed, inwardly relieved that she could stop mentally referring to them by their stupid nicknames. "How can we be of assistance?" James continued, clearly going for chivalrous.

Swallowing her on stubborn instincts to put him in his place, Lily persisted. "Well, I was looking for the Great Hall but I guess I'm too late now, so if you could just point me towards the dormitories that would be great." She flashed a smile, though eager to escape their company now, for some reason they were really grating on her nerves.

"You're Serious?" Sirius gawked; Lily decided to ignore the irony there. "You got lost going from the dorms to the Great Hall! How can you even manage-oof!" Sirius stopped midsentence as James elbowed him in the stomach.

"We'll be glad to help you!" James cut in. "But I think it's probably best for us to accompany you, just so you don't get lost again." James tilted his head, "You are in McGonagall's class aren't you?" Lily nodded resentfully. "Great. So are we. You said you missed out on breakfast, if you want I'm sure we could nick down to the kitchen and grab you something, if you want." He repeated, now nodding eagerly, with wide hopeful eyes.

"Weren't you the once worried about being late for class?" This earned Sirius another elbow to the gut.

"No, really, I'm fine," Lily assured him even as her stomach growled in protest. "You guys can go to class, I'll meet you there." she ignored James' puppy dog eyes as he followed her every movement. It was worth one more shot. Being escorted by these two was really not what she'd had in mind, perhaps her womanly powers were a little too strong.

"Nonsense!" James exclaimed, picking up his guitar case. A Guitarist, thought Lily, well that figures with the arrogance and ego. He began leading the way, back from the direction Lily had come.

Reaching her room Lily unlocked the door with the key she now kept around her neck. Foolishly believing the boys had the decency to wait outside, she left the door ajar as she entered to retrieve her beloved bass. Of course, they burst straight in and Lily rushed to kick yesterday's bra under the bed. Hey, she'd been in a bit of a rush this morning. Looking up at them she knew she'd been too slow. James had resumed the dumfounded stare that had obscured his face when he'd first seen her. Not even attempting to hide the way he was staring at that patch of floor. Sirius' eyed gleamed with amusement. This only intensified when he gauged his friend's reaction. "I think you may have killed him," he observed, waving his hand in front of James eyes to no prevail.

Holding up her head Lily collected her bass and headed out the door. Sirius had to actually pull James along by the collar. Slamming her door behind them Lily wondered how she'd even got herself into this position. The sound seemed to finally bring James to his senses as blinked a few times and shook his head. Picking up the bass again Lily sighed.

"I'll take that for you!" James practically yelled, oblivious to that fact both his hands were taken up carrying his guitar in one and an amp in the other. Under other circumstances Lily would have asked why he even had his own amp, surely a school as prestigious as this would provide one better than his undersized Marshall, but for the sake of her sanity she let it slide. Brushing passed them she continued up the corridor taking the next left.

"Ahhh, Lily," Sirius called, trying to hide his snickering. "You're going the wrong way." It was too much and his giggles burst forth. Lily was seriously tempted to keep walking, but she decided she was late enough for class already. Not even acknowledging their presence she headed off in the other direction. James, trying to redeem himself, took off after her so as to prevent it from happening again.

By the time they reached the classroom Lily was glowering, Sirius was still snickering and James was looking proud to have finally done something without making a complete fool of himself. All of these emotions stopped abruptly when they trio saw Professor McGonagall's face. Her lips were thinner than Lily had ever seen them. "Nice of you three to finally join us," quipped the professor. "We were just in the process of discussing etiquette required in my class room. In the future I would appreciate it if you could turn up on time, regardless of the size of the spider haunting your room." Lily tried not to let her confusion show on her face, James and Sirius didn't even bat an eyelid at the strange comment. Lily supposed they were used to lying and being late for class, though even Lily thought that any cover story involving a spider was a weak one at best. She took an empty seat at the front of the class, hoping to improve McGonagall's impression of her. Unsurprisingly James and Sirius headed straight to the back, taking spots next two other boys who were looking questionably at her. Lily guessed they were the Moony and Wormtail – these nicknames were truly absurd. "Oh and Miss Evans," Professor McGonagall continued quietly, just to her, "I thought you might be interested to know your shirt is on inside out."

Laughter roared from the back of the class, they had clearly been eavesdropping. Looking down to see the seams of her shirt visible Lily cursed James Potter and his stupid friends. How had they even gotten into an elite program like this? Shaking her head in frustration Lily tried to turn her attention back to Professor McGonagall. She spent the next hour with her head down, taking notes while her stomach grumbled, thankful for their free period after lunch where she could retreat to her room and hope that some miracle would occur and that James' head would combust and maybe she wouldn't have to deal with him again. But of course, Lily wasn't that lucky…