Dee, Dee, Dee!

The phone rang, and my mother picked it up.

"Hello, this is the Evan's Residence,"

There was a pause.

"Well, I will be going down to the shopping area with James to get his supplies, and I was wondering if your daughter could come?"

"Sure!" my mom said.

"Lily, I will not go with you to Diagog Alley to-

"It's Diagon Alley, Mom"

"Whatever. I will not be going shopping with you to get your books. You're going with James Potter, that nice boy from across the street.

"Nice!" I thought to myself, "BOYS AREN'T NICE!!"

"Now, I hope you'll behave yourself.."

"Yes, Mum.." I groaned.

"Good lord!"

There was a loud banging from the living room, and my mom came skidding in to discover that the living room carpet, once so perfectly white, had been turned into an ugly, pukish grey. There, clambering out of the fireplace was James Potter.

"Sorry," he muttered, looking around and thinking. His thought showed up, because one second after I saw the look on his face I saw something else: The classic Victorian living room furniture had turned into the funkiest retro there had ever been. My mom screamed, and ran to her room.

"Here, grab this," He held out a drawstring bag of glittering green powder. He concentrated ,and again, his thoughts showed. Flames danced in the fireplace once more.

"Do what I do, and don't mess up!" he grinned. Throwing some more green powder into the flames transformed their color from yellow, to green. He jumped in the fire, and yelled, "Diagon Alley!"

Then, he was gone, and it was my turn. I threw more powder into the flames, and climbing into them yelled, "Diagon Alley!"

(A/N: Thanks to the people that have reviewed: O'Haragal, magik**princess, The Mad Monkey with the Magnifying Glass, FireMaster, MaKe 7 yUrZ. Oh, and yes: this story will be going for quite some time now, I will keep writing until the end of Lily/James' Life. Oh, yes, I will need 10 reviews before I continue *evil cackle*)