Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related characters belong to Jk Rowlings.

A/N: Thanks to Iluvmarauders for pointing out that James didn't play seeker, he played chaser. I knew he didn't play seeker, but I couldn't remember what it was and I am lending my books to my cousin who lives four hours away. Sorry for the misprint.


Lily's first week back at Hogwarts had gone pleasantly smooth. She liked all of her classes save one, potions. Potions were taught by the meanest Professor that resided in Hogwarts, a Ms. Vadianne Snape. Along with being a sour teacher, she was also head of Slytherin house, and the aunt of one of Lily's most unfavorite people, Severus Snape. Severus was a lean, middle height boy the same year as Lily; with greasy black hair he let hand by his shoulders. Small, vicious eyes, a pointy nose and a slit of a mouth always twisted in a sneer were the features that adorned his face. Severus was a pureblood, and always used that to help him verbally abuse Lily or any other Gryffindor within his vicinity. But in a way, Lily also felt sorry for him. Severus had very few friends, one being the seventh year Slytherin, Lucius Malfoy. She was sure she'd give a sigh of relief when he graduated. She wondered what Severus would be like if he'd never met Lucius. Lucius was every bad quality of Severus but only ten times worse. Severus had learned everything from Lucius, from the vocabulary of foul language to the poor taste in girls. It was clearly evident in Lucius's girlfriend Narcissa, who obviously didn't love him for him, but instead for his money. Lily smirked at her next thought. At least no girls at all would put up with Severus.

The class she currently was in though, was History of Magic, taught by an ancient, hobbling old professor, Barnabus Binns. Lily had had him all five years she had attended Hogwarts, and every year, she would wonder, "gosh, when will that guy go lay down and die". She knew she was terrible to think such ill thoughts, but this teacher was sooooo boring. Sleep, on his warm, soft wings, often came to visit her in that class, and, as she swept her eyes about the room, it seemed that he visited everyone else as well. Binns droned on and on. Today's lecture seemed to be focused on rhyming diviners. The one who had died recently had said some important quote that was, according to him, very important to the rest of the world.

"...And with his last words, he said, "a boy named Harry, young but true, will save you all, from you-know-who."...Binns went on about how no one seemed to know who "you-know-who" was he was referring to, or which Harry, so it was to remain a mystery until the prophecy was played out under our noses...

Lily sighed and jotted the information down. She gracefully arced the curves of "Harry" and paused. "What a cute name!" Lily mused to herself quietly. She smiled to herself and finished noting it, and then the bell finally rang. Lily laughed as Brook, who had been sitting next to her peaceful snoozing, shot awake with the bell and had red marks on her face in the lines of where her head had been resting on her robed arm.

Lily, Tana, and Brook decided to go put their books back in the common room while James, Sirius, Remus, Peter, and the other two fifth year boys, Adam Bell and Alex Johnson headed off to lunch.

Tana moan at her friends. "Why is that class so boring?" Brook joined in. "Why is that class so tiring?" Lily smiled and copied her friends' facial expressions and voice. "Why wont that teacher just - " but her sentence was cut short by Peeves the Poltergeist, who decided to be floating down the hall with a bucket of icy water at that moment. The second he heard Lily Evans the prefect coming he had but one mission. Dump that bucket on her head. And when he saw he, he did.

Soaking wet and furious, with Tana and Brook laughing behind her, Lily hurried to the dormitories by herself. She raced up the stairs, skidded into her room, smiled maliciously, and turned and locked the door behind her. Her moment of mischief over, she turned to her large wardrobe and pulled out a dry robe, throwing her wet one off and into the laundry pile picked up every few days by a house elf. She dried her hair quickly after she changed, and picked up her books, which she had carelessly thrown on her bed, to put them into her trunk at the foot of her smooth oak framed bed. She open her trunk, and let her jaw drop. Her eyes had widened at the sight of an exotic tropical lily. Nature's own beauty could have easily sufficed from this lovely flower, with it's soft petal that from the center of the flower were white that, as the petal extended out, turned a fantastic shade of deep magenta. It also radiated the sweetest scent Lily ever smelled. But to add to its already enchanting appeal, it glowed with a soft, pink light, and played a quiet music-box lullaby. The flower rested on a note, which Lily gently pulled out from under it and read.

A Charmed Lily For
A Charming Lily



A/N: Well? How did you like it? I didn't get a lot of reviews from chapter 2 so I'm not sure if I should carry on, but if you think so, let me know. I'd love to hear from ya =) PLEASE Review!!