A/N: So I am adding moo-girl's dare to it. Sort of. Instead of at dinner, it's going to be when she leaves. But it's gonna happen! :)

Thanks to all who reviewed! And I'm going to work on Violetta737's dare. Should be coming soon, so watch for it!

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"I can't believe you got this after I told you not to."

My Mother got the dress. The white dress. The one I told her I didn't want. And she wanted me to wear it to James' house. James' house!

"But you will look so cute in it!" She said, handing me the dress. "Now put it on and do something nice with your hair. But don't look too fancy. You know? Not like you're trying to look fancy, but you just do."

"Yeah, sure," I pretended to know what she was talking about. "I'll try my hardest to...do that!"

She looked pleased. "Good," She beamed.

I hung the dress in my closet and took a shower. When I got out I magically dried my hair, making it fall into light curls at my shoulders. I left it down so it would look 'fancy.' I swear my Mom was mental.

I changed into the dress quickly as my Dad called me down the stairs to leave. I grabbed my jacket and headband - I hate when my hair gets in my way - and ran down the stairs.

"No." My Dad said as soon as he saw me.

"What?" I asked, looking at the dress. It went down to my knees and had spagetti straps, but I had my purple jacket on over it, so you couldn't tell. It was perfectly modest.

"Lillian, you look so nice," Mom smiled as she walked in the room, carrying her purse and wearing a light pink sun dress.

"I don't like it," Dad said.

"Oh, Peter, honestly," Mom sighed. "You look good, Lillian, let's go."

I walked out the door after my parents.

We drove to the Potters. And, weirdly enough, it only took 20 minutes to get there. I always thought James would live further away.

As we pulled into the driveway my mouth fell open. Their house was huge! It was about four stories tall and the twice the size of my house - maybe bigger - and my house wasn't exactly small.

"This place is huge," I said to my parents as we walked up to the double doors.

"I know," My Dad said, looking up to the roof.

"It's so pretty," My Mom sighed, looking at the house dreamily.

"I bet you I'll get lost first," I said, grinning at my Dad.

My Dad grinned, we were always making bets like this, "You're on."

"Seriously," My Mom sighed, "This is not the time to be making bets." She rang the door bell.

A few seconds later the door swung open, revealing Mr. Potter, who smiled at us.

"Right on time! Shirley was just finishing up dinner!" He said, ushering us inside. Then he added in an undertone, "And I finally got James and Sirius to dress properly, but don't tell them I told you that."

My Dad laughed, "Don't worry, sir, your secret is safe with me."

"Ah!" Mr. Potter said, "You're a good ally!"

Dad grinned as we walked into what looked like a living room.

"This is the lounge," Mr. Potter said, giving us a small tour, "Through there is the dinning room." He indicated large, double doors off to our right. They were closed. "For now we can just sit, though. Sirius and James should be here soon."

"Where is the kitchen? I should help Shirley," My Mom said.

"Go into the dining room and through the doors to the right," Mr. Potter directed her and she was gone.

I sat on the couch while my Dad sat in an armchair and Mr. Potter sat in the other arm chair.

"So I hear your rather good in school, Lily," Mr. Potter said conversationally.

"I'm okay, I suppose," I shrugged. There's always room for improvement, I thought in my head.

"I'm sure you're being modest," Mr. Potter said airily, "James and Sirius have told me all about how you're the only one stopping them from being top of the class."

"I don't know," I said, then smiled, "Remus is very smart, too."

"Thanks, Lily!" Remus said, walking through the doors, James and Sirius behind him.

"Remus!" I exclaimed, standing up and hugging him.

"Hello, Lily," He said, hugging me back.

"Hey Sirius, James." I said, waving at them when I pulled back.

"What?" Sirius said, putting a hand on his heart, "No hug for me?"

"Nope!" I grinned, sitting back down on the couch.

Mr. Potter grinned, "Good for you, kid!" He congratulated me, "I don't like giving him hugs, either!"

Sirius pouted as James laughed.

"You either, James," Mr. Potter continued, and James stopped laughing and pouted with his friend, throwing himself into the only open couch. Sirius sat next to him while Remus sat next to me.

I laughed, high-fiving Mr. Potter. "Now they know we mean buisness!" I said, grinning.

He laughed with me. "I like you, kid."

"I like you, too." I smiled. And I did like him. He was totally brilliant. "We make a brilliant team!"

Remus chuckled.

"Will you be joining us for dinner, Remus?" Mr. Potter asked,

"Dinner's ready!" She said, opening the doors to the dining room and revealing a beautifully set table.

Mom brought out the last dish and we all sat. I sat inbetween Sirius and James and across from my Dad, who had Remus on his right and my Mom on his left.

I looked and Sirius, then James. Then at Remus pleadingly. I wish I could switch with him.

He just grinned at me. I glared at him. He could be such a...Marauder sometimes.

"So, kid," Mr. Potter said. He seemed to like to call me kid. "You don't mind if I call you kid, do you?" He asked.

I shook my head, "Doesn't bother me."

He nodded, "What's your favorite subject at Hogwarts."

"Either Potions or Charms," I said, torn.

"I liked Charms," Mrs. Potter said, smiling.

"Transfiguration was always my favorite," Mr. Potter said.

"Transfiguration is okay, sometimes. It's definatly not my favorite, though." I said.

"What is it that you do in the Wizarding World?" My Dad asked Mr. Potter.

"I'm an Auror," He said, and then went on to explain exactly what Auror's do.

"What do you do?" Mrs. Potter asked my Mom. And my Mom explained her job as a doctor.

I looked at Remus, "So, Remmy," I said, "How are you?"

"I'm fine," Remus said, Sirius and James were having a conversation over my head. "How are you?"

"Fine, I suppose." I said, and then continued, "I got a new book."

"Yes, we know," Sirius said, "You wouldn't shut up about it earlier."

"I wanted it!" I exclaimed, "It's a good book!"

"Yeah, I bet," James said sarcastically, "What's it about?"

"Muggle's take on Wizards," I said, "They have different books about Wizards and I want to see how many facts they actually get right."

"That sounds..." James trailed off.

"Boring?" Sirius offered.

"Exactly." James said, grinning.

I rolled my eyes, "There was this one book I read and they hung people who said they were Wizards."

"Why would they hang them?" Sirius asked.

"Because they thought that the 'Wizards' were the reason for all the deaths in the town." I explained.

"Was it?" Sirius asked, eyes wide.

"Why don't you read the book and find out?" I said, "I'll bring it to Hogwarts and you can read it there."

Sirius gagged, "I'm not going to read it!"

Remus rolled his eyes, "Bring it anway. I want to read it."

I nodded, smiling, "I will."

"Thank you for dinner!" My Mom said, hugging Mrs. Potter. It's amazing how close people can get in one day.

Mrs. Potter hugged me as soon as she let go of my Mom. "It was so nice to meet you, dearie!" She said, hugging me close, "I hope you come visit again soon."

"I will, Shirley," I smiled, pulling away. "Thank you for dinner."

"It was no problem, kid," Mr. Potter said, hugging me.

I high-fived him, "We're still the most brilliant team ever!"

He laughed. "Yes, we are."

I hugged Remus, "See you in two weeks, Remmy," I said.

"Two weeks," He agreed, pulling back.

"See ya, Sirius," I said. He grabbed me and hugged me, twirling me in a circle.

"Bye, Lilykins!"

"Bye, James," I said.

He hugged me breifly. Suprisingly enough, I didn't hate him as much as I did at the beginning of the day. He was okay now. Really.

He kissed my cheek as I pulled back. Oh, Merlin, I mentally sighed, Dad was going to go mental.

And he did, too. He glared at James and grabbed my arm, pushing me out of the house.

"Time to go," He pretty much growled, and James looked pretty scarred. Serves him right! Kissing my cheek!

"Thank you for dinner," My Mom called behind her as I was rushed from the house.

A/N: Hm, it's pretty long.

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