I barely catch a glimpse of her beautiful, auburn hair shining in the sunlight, before she disappears into the mass of students spilling out onto the grounds. I elbow my way through the crowd, disregarding all of the disgusted shouts coming from those I've pushed aside. All I care about is getting to her before anyone else does.

A few moments later, I see her sitting cross-legged in the grass with a book lying open in her lap and her back up against a tree. She's laughing with Brea, the girl who was sorted into Gryffindor immediately after I found my seat at the Slytherin table, and my stomach sinks, as I realized that I'm too late.

Suddenly, I'm consumed with anger. I hate Gryffindor, and everyone sorted into that stupid house—for a moment I even hate Lily—or maybe I just hate the fact that she truly belongs Gryffindor—not me. I can't understand why she couldn't have just been a Slytherin. Everything would have been easier—she would have been mine, but now I have the horrible feeling that I will forever be her second pick—in everything. I can already see her slipping away.

Defeated, I stand there staring at her, my anger slowly melting away. Then, she looks up, as if she felt my eyes upon her, and a smile spreads across her face and into those glorious green eyes.

"Hey, Sev!" she shouts motioning for me to come sit with her and Brea.

I'm beyond relieved that she still wants to spend time with me, but I immediately realize it will never be as easy as it used to be. The look on Brea's face tells all, even though I'm too far away to hear what she whispers into Lily's ear. I watch a scowl replace the smile on Lily's face, confirming the rumor spreading in my imagination.

As I approach, Brea gets up. "See ya, later Lil." She says and walks away. Lily doesn't reply.

"Are you sure you want to sit with me?" I ask.

"Of course, Sev, don't be silly. I'm just looking over the potion we're making tomorrow in Slughorn's class. Brea wasn't much help, anyway."

I try to hide my smile, but I can't resist. "Really? I've already taken a look at it! If you ask me, I'm not sure that our book has the recipe right-"

"That's funny. I was thinking the same thing!" she says, as I rummage through my sack to find my potions book, too.

"I thought it would be better to add the dittany before the asphodel, because of their differing acidities."

"I didn't notice that!" Lily exclaimed "But you're completely right! Asphodel is much too acidic to add so early in the brew."

"Precisely!"

"Did you notice the cauldron temperature at the beginning? I think it should be less than 100 degrees. Dandelion rout is much too fragile to be boiled."

We spent the rest of the afternoon critiquing the recipes in our potion's book—that is until bloody James Potter and his stupid friends decided to saunter on by-and ruin everything…

This is what I imagine happend before the memory in the pensive that harry watched 6th year...so you all know what happens next.