Quick Note:

Thank you to everyone for reviewing. I love reading reviews so please keep reviewing. I know I haven't updated in a while, school has been crazy. So many essays due in it's unbelievable! This chapter is extra-long so hopefully that will make up for it. I have been writing never the less, just a few chapters ahead. I was writing plans for the next few chapters and maybe have written their first kiss.

Mirany E.T asked for some more Sirius action! Do not threat, I have some big plans for the marauders...

I WILL TRY TO UPDATE MORE OFTEN! I PROMISE GUYS! Anyway, back to the story….

A glow that resembled a golden gas seeped through my crimson curtain. I lay on my bed, unable to move. I had waked up hours ago and yet was still unable to move. Today was the start of my sixth year at Hogwarts and I was a prefect! My mind wondered to the amazing summer days I spent with Emilia, Alice, Marline, Remus, James, Sirius and Peter. During the first week of the summer holidays, Remus had eventually got the courage to ask Emilia out, after a lot of encouragement from myself. That made the Marauders and us girls hangs out. A lot. After a few weeks of the holidays, Remus went on holiday with his parents to Spain and I went to the South of France with Mum, Dad, Tunney and her new boyfriend Vernon. After a few days, I ended up calling him Vermin; I personally think it suits him. He was also was the dullest man I had ever met. Dad thought so too, but would never tell Mum. It was the hardest week of my life. I usually loved going to France with everyone. It was an Evans tradition, but this year was different. Petunia didn't want her precious Vermin thinking her whole family was freaks! She demanded that I stayed out of the way as much as possible and if I were to do anything 'freakish' I was not invited to her wedding. Those words hurt me the most. I loved her with all my heart, she was my sister, I wouldn't do anything to ruin her relationship, but she clearly didn't see that way. I wrote to the girls a few times about it, Emilia was furious and told me that she had a plan to sort everything out. After writing a few more letters to her with no reply, I gave up and ended up spending the entire time on the most beautiful little beach reading…

"Breakfast girls..." my mother bellowed up the stairs, interrupting my thoughts.

"Coming Mum." I called back, whilst moving from my very comfortable bed and putting my dressing gown on. It was an birthday present from the girls last Christmas, it was white with little broomsticks, witches hats, frogs, wands with colorful patterns coming out from the end of them and my name printed in gold on the chest. It reminded me of Hogwarts and magic it contained. I smiled as I left my bedroom, thinking how amazing this school would be.

"You look cheery this morning Lil." Said my dad as soon as I walked into the kitchen.

"Morning Dad" I replied still unable to stop smiling. "It the first day of school."

"Your too studious for your own good Lily-flower" answered my Mother. She was standing with her back to me, cooking some eggs.

"Well, we all can't be – "

"Morning Mum, Dad; I'm going to brunch with Vernon today, I', so excited, it's been 3 months." Interrupted Petunia as she sat down next to me and poured herself some tea. "Urgh, what a disgusting robe. How freakish can she get?" She whispered as she spoke this time, being very careful so that our parents wouldn't hear her, but loud enough so that I could. I grimaced.

"Wow, 3 months and brunch, aren't you the luckiest lady alive." I bellowed sarcastically in retort.

"How dare you insult my relationship with Vernon? He's a wonderful man and better than yours, Oh wait you don't have a man."

"GIRLS! That is enough..." shouted my Mum.

"Look, the only boy Lily even talks about HATES her and so he should!" she screamed at me, with pure hatred in her eyes.

"Who are you even talking about?" I questioned.

"That Potter boy, of course Lily. You'll end up marrying him one day, trust me."

I couldn't speak. I was rendered speechless by my mother's insane presumption.

"Oh, Merlin, you have lost your mind mum."

After our eventful family breakfast, my mum and dad drove me to the station. Petunia, left shortly after breakfast, not even saying good-bye to me. I love Tunney, very much and our sisterhood still meant everything to me, but ever since I began Hogwarts, she hated me and everything that Hogwarts stood for.

"Ready, sweetheart?" whispered my Mother, clearly not wanting to interrupt my thoughts.

"Yes, Mum, I'll miss you!" I quickly kissed her on the cheek and jumped out of the car.

"Don't forget to write to be Lily…"

"Before the start of lessons, yes mum, it's been seven years." I smiled my wonderful mother a gentle smile and closed the car door. Suddenly, I was pulled into a one armed hug. I looked up and saw my dad crying. "Dad, what…"

"You're growing up. I can't believe I get to do this only more time after this. "I gazed up at him with a puzzled expression plastered on my face. My father wasn't really the emotional type. Usually. When he looked down at me, he cleared his throat…

"It's a father, mother, parental thing honey. Don't worry about it. Go, have fun, I don't want you to be late." I gave my Dad a quick squeeze before grabbing my trolley, my dad had loaded, and headed straight for platform 9 and 10.

Unsurprisingly, I was one of the first ones there. I piled my belongings onto the train and headed for the prefects compartment, waiting to see who the other prefects were. I pulled out a novel I'd brought for the train ride in. It was some romantic novel; my mother had given me, in an attempt to understand Potter's feeling towards me. I never really understood how my mother came to these conclusions. I started reading and it was beautiful. I wanted that, but I knew that James could never give a girl that. A spasm of pain filled my insides. Are you crazy? I thought. Do you want James Potter? Do you want him all to yourself to snog senseless? No…

"No? No, to what exactly?" asked a familiar voice. I screamed and dropped the book I was holding. Apparently, I hadn't just thought it. Looking up, all I saw was James Potter. I could feel my cheeks, getting hotter and growing tomato red at my realization that I was thinking romantically about Potter with him in the carriage. What else did I say and not realize it?

"Potter. And what are you doing in here may I ask?"

"Yes, you may ask!"

"Prefects only Potter, and I'm guessing that by your lack of badge, that you're not one." My voice carried authority throughout the compartment. He stared back at me with bewilderment, and then cleared this throat.

"Mr. Remus Lupin would like to apologize to a Miss Lily Evans, for being unable to attend the prefects meeting, being held today on the Hogwarts Express, due to personal reasoning. He would like to arrange another meeting with the beautiful Miss Evans, when he returns to Hogwarts, and would like one Mr. James Potter to take his place for the time being." He looked straight at me, into my eyes, his smile not faltering. I tried to read his face to detect any lies, but I couldn't. He was telling the truth is what I concluded.

"Very well Potter, let's get going…"

The meeting went off without a hitch, surprisingly. I was extremely surprised by his change in behavior for the meeting. What was it for? He's a Marauder after all, what was he doing; planning seemed more appropriate.

"Well, I'm off Evans; I'll see you at the welcome feast. See you then." Said James reviving me out of the thoughts. With that he got up and left. I stared at his empty seat, feeling the pain of his absence. I really did enjoy his presence over the school holidays and honestly, couldn't wait until we were back at school together.

I spent the rest of the trip into Hogwarts on my own in the Heads/prefects compartment. When the train finally arrived at the Hogsmeade station, I hurried off to meet the other prefects to guide the first years onto the boats. It was hard; I never realized the grief I caused the prefects when I was a first year. After, what felt like hours of sorting them out, I hurried to help the other prefects with the rest of the student body. When I got there all I saw as a bunch of second year Gryffindor's huddle together screaming. They were all boys. Where the hell are the rest of the prefects? Where the hell was James Potter? Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear. Potter hurried down the path, hands in the air trying to calm down the hysterical group down. After watching them for about a minute, it was clear they wasn't scared just overly excited. I ran over to them to help.

"Hey. HEY! I'm Lily, and sixth year prefect and guess what? I love QUIDDITCH and guess who we have here, JAMES POTTER GRFFINDOR QUIDDITCH EXTRODINAIRE!" I spoke with such enthusiasm that even James turned to look me with shock. I returned the look with mock horror. The second years meanwhile jumped around cheering. "AND… if you hurry up and the sooner you get into the carriage the sooner the first quidditch match comes around" I finished with the statement with intensified excitement. They quickly hurried to carriage and it headed off. I turned to see James staring at me with shock. "What?" I questioned him.

"You were nice, well more the nice…" he asked dazed.

"We are friends, you know." I interrupted him.

"… and guess who we have here, JAMES POTTER GRFFINDOR QUIDDITCH EXTRODINAIRE…" He tried to mimic me as best as he could. He failed.

"Would you rather I am mean and threaten to hex you then James?" I asked concerned. Did he want to be my friend, or was he just pretending?

"Well an odd hex here and there would hurt every now and then, could it?" He said, his face wearing the 'classic Potter smirk.'

I gently shoved his arm, laughing…

"Lily…" He sounded serious. I turned on the spot to look at him. "That was the last carriage…" I felt shock appear on my face in the shape of an 'o' by my mouth. Suddenly he burst out into laughter. How could he be laughing at a time like this? I thought to myself.

"Looks like, you're stuck with me for the long walk back Evans. Let's get going…"

Looks like this year is going to be more fun that I thought.