1001 apologies for actually thinking I could finish this chapter earlier. At least this is much longer then I expected my chapters to be. 2000+ words people! Let us rejoice and read :)

James Potter had a lot to thank his lucky stars for.

Not only was he born a Potter, one of the oldest pureblood families to this day and age but he was also the sole heir of that said family.

And bearing the name Potter meant many things in the Wizarding World.

During pureblood gatherings (which were frequent and extravagant), a certain standard needed to be met to establish that they were far superior than muggle-born wizards not just by blood.

Because this is the way wizard society works, James Potter had to meet certain standards.

The Potters spared no expense in bringing him all over the world, teaching him etiquette, languages and everything else that he needed to know to live up to the great name of Potter.

Because of all this, it came to no surprise that his 1st interaction with Lily was what it came to be.

Lily Evans had a lack of lucky stars but made up for it in hard work.

The Evans family was an average middle class family. No coat of arms, no royal heritage, no hidden riches.

She was smart because she studied. She spoke several languages only out of interest.

Perhaps the only thing she didn't have to work for was her good looks which even she herself did not realize.

As an everyday child growing up in 70's England, she was expected to go to a regular school, have friends, get a boyfriend then one day get married and live a typical suburban life.

Apparently, her stars had other plans for her.

At the age of 11 and 8 months, a queer looking man dressed in what looked like drapes and a pointy hat to match, knocked thrice on the front door of the Evans household.

Much later in life, Lily would recognize this man as Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore or just Headmaster Dumbledore as she called him.

On that day, Dumbledore explained to two very confused parents that their youngest daughter: Lily Evans was magical.

The Evans were very liberal sort of family so there was no huge ruckus, no attempts to suppress or deny her magical ability.

As a matter of fact they were quite proud to know that their Lily was even more special than they thought.

They were quite relieved as well to know that the flying stuff toys and flowers mysteriously blooming wasn't the work of some poltergeist.

While on that day, a rather confused Petunia stood behind the door of the kitchen, silently listening to what was happening to her sister.

Everyone in the Evans household celebrated that day, yes even Petunia. Of course this was because she had grown up knowing that everything her sister had, she too would receive and vice-versa.

After all Mr. and Mrs. Evans always made sure to treat each of their daughters as equally as possible, but perhaps knowing one had magic powers changed then even just a little bit.

Even though Lily was a wizard, she never thought of herself as better than her muggle family.

She had known she was magical since Severus and her had both met on the playground but there were still questions even Severus couldn't answer.

Dumbledore had fully explained to her that she was a muggle-born and they weren't very well received by the pureblood society of the wizarding world.

"You might be treated with contempt by some people but at Hogwarts we treat everyone fairly." is what Dumbledore told her.

None the less Lily prepared herself to impress her fellow classmates and maybe future friends on that day when they all met at King's Cross Station.

That Day:

"James Potter! You are going to be late for your first day of school, you get down here now or I will lock your broom away for the whole year!"

"Lily darling what are you doing up so early! We still have 20 more minutes before breakfast is ready yet."

James lovingly stroked his Nimbus 500 and hurriedly got up from bed before his broom got locked up...again.

Taking slow, lazy steps down the marble staircase, he managed to reach the grand dining table at the 1st floor of the east wing.

"Good morning dear."Mrs. Potter said, casually sipping her morning tea. "Your father was called for an emergency down at the ministry," James gave a sullen look towards his mother. "But not to worry, he will meet us at King's Cross later."

A little bit more cheered, he wolfed down his breakfast as fast as an 11-year old could.

Getting up from his seat he was heading up the stairs when his mother called behind him.

"Brush your hair will you, it's all over the place."

The train arrived at King's Cross at 8:00 and left at 8:30 on the dot.

Lily expected that she had to be at the station by 7:30.

It was just enough time for her to figure out how to get to the train, make friends and get first picking at the cabins.

If all went as planned then she had to wake up by 6:45, get dressed and be ready to take the 30 minute drive to King's Cross by 7:00.

Things would have happened a lot more smoothly if only she had told her mother about her wonderful plan.

Mrs. Potter peeped into her son's room. God did she love him even if he was a pesky little trouble maker who never brushed his hair.

"James, are you ready? It's already 7:50, we have to go darling. James?"

She took one step into her son's room when...BOOM!

Giant firecrackers exploded everywhere leaving behind little balls of light. It actually looked quite beautiful until they all exploded into dung bombs.

Mrs. Potter sighed while waving her wand, magically cleaning all the mess in his room.

"Adry!" she called.

"Yes Mistress, what may I help you with Mistress?" the small house elf covered in a patch work dress appeared beside her mistress.

"Would you happen to know where James is?" she asked.

"Why yes Mistress, Master James is flying to King's Cross on his broom Mistress." Adry replied.

The tiny house elf was fiddling with her fingers and staring down at the floor when Mrs. Potter had dismissed him.

"That boy, just he waits till I tell his father about this." Without another word Mrs. Potter apparated to the entrance of King's Cross waiting for a certain little boy.

Lily was late.

Although she was supposed to wake up at 6:45, her alarm clock wasn't working that day.

She ended up waking up at 7:20. Why was she so tired that night anyway?

Of course it was because she was excited to go to a new school but Lily would never admit that to herself.

A few months ago she had already convinced herself that going to Hogwarts wouldn't change her one bit. It would be just like any other school except with magic.

To her horror, her mother was only making breakfast now. Since it was Lily's first day in school Mrs. Evans had made a rather grand breakfast.

In an amazing display of speed Lily had finished her breakfast, dressed up, brought her bags and herself to the car and slammed the door.

It was only 7:50.

"Dad hurry up. I'm going to be late." Lily told him. She was bouncing at the back seat of the car. Her torso was leaning forward so that her face was right beside her fathers.

"Relax Lil (his pet name for her) we'll be there by 8:15 at the latest. Didn't you say that the magicky train left at 8:30. Don't worry worst comes to worse just hop on a broom stick and off to Neverland you go." Mr. Evans said.

Like most muggles, he didn't realize how magic was not as simple as he thought and that those childhood fairytales were more real then he thought.

Lily, still new to the magical world herself replied, "Come on dad, that's only in kids stories. I'm sure they don't use broom sticks or magic carpets. And I don't know where Hogwarts (and it's not Neverland she corrected) is.

Several minutes later a slightly stressed Lily stepped out of the car walking at the pace of someone in a rush.

She kept walking; baggages in tow with her parents still several paces behind her.

They would catch up and she would give them each a peck on the cheek right before she entered the platform.

As for now, her sole goal was to reach it before the train departed.

She allowed herself to glance at her watch showing that it was 8:20. Finally deciding to let go of all her composure, she madly sprinted towards platform 9 and 3/4.

James had arrived at the station exactly at 8:00.

He could've arrived earlier but knowing that his mother was probably ready to give him a harsh scolding made him take his time.

When caught site of the station, he was prepared to land when a rather strong force began tugging on his broom. Try as he might, his Nimbus was not listening to his commands.

The force seemed to be bringing his broom towards the entrance of the station. He only needed to guess to know who exactly was waiting for him at the station.

Since he didn't need bother controlling his Nimbus, he allowed himself to simply enjoy the view. Looking down he saw his parents.

He gulped, his father was there.

Mrs. Potter stood tall and proud in front of King's Cross with a tinge of red on her face from standing outside to long. Her lips were pressed together and her left foot was tapping impatiently on the concrete.

Beside her was his father, wand poised at him.

It became clear to him when he was only 10 feet of the ground that it was his father casting some sort of spell (he did not know what) that was responsible for bringing his broom down.

When his broom hovered a safe distance from the pavement, James dismounted from his broom.

Mr. Potter then tucked in all 13 1/2 inches of his wand under his cloak.

He now stood staring at James, though his stare was not quite as intense as the one his mother was giving him in the background.

His eyes were partially drooping and he had dark circles under his eyes. He tried rolling his shoulders backwards as if trying to shake of the stress.

Clearly his father was tired. Whatever that emergency was must have exhausted him and to still take the time to see his son of made James instantly regret his decision.

He should've just gone with his mother.

"I told you that we were going to apparate together!"

His mother was faintly scolding him in the background but he wasn't really listening.

"Why couldn't you just wait for me?"

James himself admitted that he too didn't respond well with authority except maybe his dad.

Several hours from now he expected himself to be in the Gryffindor boy's dormitory chatting with some cool blokes.

Just like his father.

"Do you know how many people could've seen you flying above them?!"

He hugged his dad whispering, "I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

His dad merely patted him in the head and held his hand but that was enough for James.

"Ian, don't you dare baby him right now, he needs to be punished!"

It took several moments before Mrs. Potter calmed down. It was already 8:20 at that time.

It was only a couple of minutes before James and Lily would meet for the first time.

When James and Lily met for the first time:

James and Lily hit off with a BANG so to say, a clash of carts, a collision of baggage and a symphony of owwwws.

All in all it was very anti-climactic and completely unlike how the previous sentence had described it.

They were at platform 8 when this event happened. Lily was going in a straight line and James was trying to ride his cart while zigzagging through the pillars.

Then...bump, their carts hit each other.

Thinking it was her fault she of course apologized, "I'm so sorry, I should have paid more attention."

James, not knowing it was his little game that caused the bump simply noded saying, "Don't worry nothing's broken. I have to be on my way now." He zoomed off again to platform 9 and ¾

Lily did not have time to process what just happened. Her top priority was getting on the train and resumed her dash to the platform.

And that was all there was too it.

The train ride to Hogwarts was a completely different ordeal in itself.

The first thing on Lily and James's mind was to look for a certain person

Sirius Black

Severus Snape

Lily rushed through the scores of young wizards and old ones seeing them off.

Amidst the crowd, there had to be someone standing away from the crowd, someone whose pale completion, sullen eyes and black hair.

She had expected him to be alone like he always was without her back in her home.

He wasn't.

He was standing with a group of people, all who looked rather menacing.

The largest one of the bunch who looked like a Brute even as an 11-year old gave her a pointed look as she approached the group.

She hadn't seen Severus Snape all summer so even the brute staring at her couldn't faze her.

Lily tapped Severus (even from his back she could recognize him) on his shoulder and immediately he looked toward the offender of his personal space.

"Hello Lily." Severus said, turning towards her.

"Hello." She replied aiming a smile towards him and his companions.

She was about to introduce herself when Severus interrupted her. "Lily, may I speak to you for a moment."

He pulled her so that they stood beside the door of the Hogwarts Express.

"Lily, do you think we could talk some more later."

"What's the matter Severus?"

"Nothing "he continued "just that I want to try making more friends this year."

Lonely Severus wanted to make friends! Lily was happy for him and was glad that he could have other people to talk to.

"Once we get into our houses. It's going to be amazing exploring it with you." Severus said with much glee, hoping to shift the topic.

His excitement was contagious and she equally excited, agreed.

"Thanks Lily!" He said before walking back towards his group.

"Hey Potter!" replied a pale boy with black hair that was well combed.

"Sirius, long time no see." , replied James.

They both stared at each other before busting out into laughter.

"I guess we never really saw each other in the smoke bomb prank at your house"

"Don't forget the sticky trap at the summer cottage."

"Oh-oh and the one we played on Mr. Prince. The onion glasses were hilarious."

Both of them reminisced on the pranks they had played and it seemed as if there was no stopping them when a rather small but curt voice caught their attention.

"Daddy, those boys are being boisterous." Said a little boy looking up to what looked like a much older copy of him.

"That's alright son, it's the first day. You should be excited too." Replied Mr. Lupin.

"I'm sorry but is my son bothering you. " Furious and slightly out of breath, Mrs. Potter grabbed her son and steered him towards his father.

"ALL ABOARD!"

"We don't have much time so goodbye honey, we'll miss you. Fix your hair and don't get into too much trouble." Mrs. Potter said before kissing him on the head.

Mr. Potter on the other hand crouched down to his sons level and gave him a giant clap on the shoulder.

"What's the best house in Hogwarts?"

"Gryffindor!" They both replied.

"He's all set Kat." Mrs. Potter simply rolled her eyes at the antics of her husband.

Lily was climbing up the train and opposite of her was the boy who bumped her. They glanced at each other and went on their merry ways.

The second time meeting was even more uneventful then the first.

Lily walked on board with nothing but her suitcase.

Severus was sitting in a compartment with his new friends.

James found a compartment as well with the would-be Marauders.

For now the Hogwarts express rolled its wheels and of it went.

I just have one question to everyone who has reached this.

Did you like it?

Review please...I will try to update earlier unless I plan on making a really long chapter. I've been busy but as someone once told me "finish your shit"

Thanks again.

-A very late author