This is the last chapter for 4th Year. I'm sorry that I'm updating like 2 months after I said I would, I just haven't been in the writing mood and I've had work.

In the last chapter, Lily is sneaking down to the kitchens when she sees the Marauders. They go back to Gryffindor Tower and she continues on her way. She meets James' house elf and Ellie the elf tells Lily that James is obsessed with her. Lily befriends the elf, but goes back to her dorm later on.

Now on Will You Go Out With Me? – 4th Year:

June 18, 1975: Last Day of Term

James

I was spread-eagle on the floor while Sirius was rolling about next to me, his body shaking with laughter. I sat myself up after I regained my breath. "You git! Why would you think tripping your best mate would be funny?" I whispered furiously.

He shook his head and continued to laugh. I took hold of his robes and dragged him to his feet. "How much butterbeer did you have, Sirius?" I asked him. He flashed ten fingers. "Bugger. I was hoping you wouldn't respond with that."

"Remy, can you help me lift this idiot?" I called to Remus, who was walking far behind us with Peter. He trotted to us, Peter followed suit. "Remus, grab his legs; I'll get his arms and Peter, you get his middle." Soon enough, we had Sirius hoisted in the air.

After a grueling half an hour, we made it to Gryffindor Tower. We dumped Sirius on the couch and went straight to bed. Once the drapes around my bed were closed, I fell asleep.

I woke up with a start, realizing I was missing something very important. I fumbled for my glasses and jammed them on my face. I threw back my drapes and was immediately blinded by the sun. I blinked a couple of times, but the image of a white circle was still superimposed on my eyeballs.

Rolling out of bed, I noted two things: my Invisibility Cloak wasn't folded on my bedside table and that I was the only one still in bed. Jumping up, I saw that everyone's trunks were nowhere to be found. Then it hit me: Today was the last day of term. I was going to be going home today and I wasn't close to being packed.

Throwing caution to the wind I raced down to the Kitchens and only when I stepped out of the Common Room did I realize that I had no shirt on. One girl, who I remember being the head of my fan club, screamed that I was shirtless and seconds later I was tackled by girls.

I ran back upstairs and threw a shirt on and waited a couple of minutes. During the wait, I folded some of my clothes and threw them in my trunk. I also tried to round up any of my belongings that were strewn on the floor.

After half an hour of being holed up in my room, I decided that it was safe enough for me to venture downstairs again. The room was empty; everybody had gone downstairs to start loading their possessions onto the train.

Bolting downstairs with my trunk in hand, I spotted Remus and Sirius standing in the doorway. They smirked at me and sauntered over.

"So, you decided to wake up?" said Sirius. I slapped him.

"That wasn't anywhere close to being funny. Not one little bit," I responded, my voice lethal. Sirius looked apologetic for a moment, but I knew he was laughing at his little prank on the inside.

"Anyway, I left the Cloak in the Kitchens. Can you guys watch my stuff?" Sirius smiled evilly. "On second thought, Remus, can you watch my stuff?" He nodded and Sirius marched away and stood in a corner, sulking.

I ran down the corridor to where we were last night. I tickled the pear and it giggled. The handle appeared and I wrenched the newly formed door open. I hustled through the amounts of elves that appeared to be leaving. I saw the place where we were sitting at last night – our favorite booth – and headed in that direction until I almost knocked into Ellie, my house elf.

"Whoa, Ells, watch it there," I said, my arm reaching out to steady her. She looked me up and down before tutting and shaking her head.

"Master James, you's should be on the train, not wandering 'bouts the Kitchens." I nodded.

"I know, Ellie. I left my Cloak here last night. Have you seen it?" She nodded her head and snapped her fingers. The door to the highest cupboard opened and my Cloak, which was folded into a neat square, drifted over to us. She placed it into my hands.

"I didn't wants the other elves to come across it. Now go. Your parents would have a fit if they knew you didn't make it onto that train in time. Go nows, Master James." I started for the door.

"Make sure you're home for mum's birthday. She would throw a fit if you weren't there," I said. My mother was almost religious, as Muggles would say, about having every member of the family present for special occasions. This included our two house elves Ellie and Clay. It also included Sirius, Remus and Peter. Ellie smiled and pushed me through the door.

I ran back to the front doors and Remus was waiting patiently while Sirius was running around and doing ballet jumps and spins. Sirius did a double take when he saw me, stopped mid-jump and walked with his head down towards us. "No one mentions this. Never ever, ever. Agreed?" We all nodded and laughed.

Checking my watch, I frowned, shoved the handle of Remus' trunk into his hand, threw Sirius' trunk at his chest, grabbed my own luggage and practically flew down the stairs and down the path towards Hogsmeade Station.

The scarlet train was in its bay and smoke was starting to pour from the exhaust vents. Filch was running around and taking items that were banned away from students. I saw Jenny Tyler arguing with Filch because he took her Dungbombs. He was yelling about how he would give her detention if he was still allowed. I smiled, shook my head and hurried on.

I passed a compartment and doubled back, pushing through the crowds. Evans was sitting with her friends and she was talking loudly. I could almost hear her voice through the glass. Mary laughed and she glared at her.

Evans said something to MacDonald, but McKinnon intervened. I watched as all of them settled into their seats in a grumpy fashion. I shook my head and carried on to find a compartment.

LILY

I don't even remember why I was mad at Mary. I had started a fight for no reason; I had gone off like a firecracker in my best friend's face. Stomping off the train as it rolled into Platform 9 and ¾, I looked around for my family. Nothing could be said to make up to Mary for the way I treated her, so I decided to write all of the girls letters as soon as I got home.

I saw my mother and father at the far end of the station, by the pillars. No Petunia anywhere in sight. She had stopped coming after Second Year, but I always looked for her. My mother turned as my father pointed me out to her. Her brown eyes lit up and her hair, which was as fiery as mine, swung over her shoulder. She embraced me.

My fair-haired father, who was balding a bit, had given me my green eyes. He waited his turn to hug me. "How was school, Lilly-Billy?" I blushed as he used my "family nickname."

"Same as always, daddy," I replied. My mother put her arm around my shoulders and my father grabbed my trunk. I picked up the empty cage that usually held my owl, Sander, but he was delivering a letter.

We piled into the car. It was only a couple of months old and it had come from the states. The blue four-door Chevrolet Impala was exquisite. My dad had insisted on this one, even though it had cost a bit more than a regular station wagon.

We arrived at home after a long four hours in traffic. This was it: Eastern Terrace, York, North Yorkshire, United Kingdom. Spinner's End was just down that street and to the right. I knew that Severus would likely be home by now, for the Underground was always faster than driving.

My dad turned opened the front door while I struggled to take my luggage out of the trunk. He swooped down and smiled at me. "Lil, why don't you just go upstairs while I get this," he said. Now he was speaking cryptically.

Following orders, I huffed up the stairs and passed Petunia's room (which was painted an awful shade of pink) and the spare bedroom, which was kept for any house guests. My bedroom was directly across the hall from the bathroom. My parents had the Master bedroom, which was at the end of the hall.

I opened the door to my room, which was strange as it was usually left open. I felt the door nudge something when it swung open. A dog came out from behind the door. It was adorable. My parents got me a puppy, and not just any puppy, but an English Cocker Spaniel.

His fur was satiny and black and his ears were wavy. He had a bright blue collar with a name tag. I picked him up and inspected the tag, which turned out to be a rabies identification tag. He wiggled in my arms and licked my face.

I noticed a piece of paper stuck under his collar.

Dear Lily,

We know you've wanted a dog for a really long time, but we decided that you were old enough to take care of it now. We didn't want to name him without you.

Sincerely,

Mommy and Daddy

I folded the note and put it on my bedside table. Scooping him up, the puppy and I went downstairs. Petunia was reading a magazine and looked up at me. Her eyes darted to the puppy in my arms. As much as I didn't want to part from him, I gestured to Petunia with my arms. She smiled at me, which was the first time since Christmas Break when we were opening presents.

She took him and laid him on her lap, where he curled into an even tighter ball. I bounced into the kitchen. "We're going to have a council now," my mother said quietly. My parents steered me into the living room. My father settled in the big leather armchair that sat next to the fireplace. My mom sat on the loveseat and I took the other side; Petunia stayed where she was.

My dad cleared his throat. "Family Council number fifty-four," he said. Yeah, we've had fifty-four of these dreadful things. Our Councils are us just getting together and agreeing on something, stupid, yes, but this was one of our traditions.

"The Council calls on all four members of the Evans family to agree on a name for the puppy." I rolled my eyes, as did Mother and Petunia. "We call on the youngest member first. Lily, do you have any suggestions?" he asked. I shook my head.

"Moving on, Petunia, do you?" She looked up from what she was reading, looked back at the dog sleeping on her and said, "Yes. What about Nettle?"

Nettle. Petunia was obviously trying to stick to the plant names that our family was obsessed with. I liked it, though. It was different. "Rose," my father said, referring to my mother. "What about you?"

"How about Phlox?" Like Petunia, my mother wanted a flower name. My father couldn't think of any names, nor could I. Now it became a Council vote.

"All in favor of Nettle?" Everyone raised their hands, including my mother. She smiled sheepishly.

"It's decided," he said. He reached out for the dog. Petunia handed him over. Father raised him over his head. "You have been given the name Nettle. Do you choose to accept it?" Nettle barked and we laughed.

Now I couldn't wait for Hogwarts, even if I had just gotten back.

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