This morning, she thought, was so far quite uneventful, a concept she was unused to. Perhaps that was because she had arrived at platform nine and three-quarters early this year and it was rather quiet opposed to all of the hustle and bustle that normal start of term days bring about. Perhaps it was because her friends hadn't yet arrived in the compartment to give her the long version of the drama that is their lives, and her ear wasn't yet being chatted off by one of her dorm mates. Perhaps it was because she had seen neither hide nor hair of James Potter, a fact that she was a bit relieved of. She honestly had her faith in the latter.
In fact, the most eventful part of her entire summer was Petunia announcing her engagement to none other than Vernon Dursley, her boyfriend of about two years and counting. Lily did not much like the fellow; he was stuck up and only drank Irish Breakfast tea with three sugars and two spoons of honey. The aesthetic quality of their relationship was also severely lacking: he was rather portly and Petunia was quite boney. Although he was never outright rudeto Lily, she could tell that he shared the common dislike of her with his fiancée.
Sighing at the thought, Lily decided she had best change into her robes and head into the Prefect compartment at the front of the train. It appeared as though none of her friends were going to show until past ten-thirty, by which time she was supposed to be prepared for her meeting.
No, it hadn't been a very eventful summer.
-...-
This morning, he thought, was so far quite eventful, a concept he was used to. Perhaps that was because he hadn't wakened to his alarm and accidentally over-slept. Perhaps that was because the reason he hadn't wakened to his alarm was because Sirius had smashed it with his surprisingly powerful fist and rendered it beyond repair. Perhaps it was because he hadn't had time to eat breakfast and his stomach growled uncomfortably as he raced through King's Cross station and through the brick barrier between platforms nine and ten as the clock struck ten-fifty-seven. He honestly had his faith in the latter.
In fact, the most uneventful part of his summer had been watching Sirius take off his trousers as they played strip-poker accompanied by large amounts of alcohol. His father would have walked in on them had he not shouted the first thing that had popped into his head: that he was jerking-off. Sirius had drunkenly burst out laughing and James thought his father seriously questioned his sexuality every moment after that. Sirius didn't remember the next day, and was quite confused when James's father kept dropping hints that he was accepting of homosexuals. James hoped his father hadn't taken Sirius seriously when he had agreed with the phrase, "We all live under the same sun."
Grinning at the thought, James hurtled onto the train just as it began to move. He watched the platform fade farther and farther away through a window until Sirius called for him and he turned around to begin the search for a compartment.
No, it hadn't been a very uneventful summer.
Author's Notes:
This is a kind of like a second prologue, if you will. I decidedly chose to begin this fic on a lighter note, for, "Happiness can be found in even the darkest of times, if only one remembers to turn on the light." And I do realize that isn't an actual Dumbledore quote. Damn movies.