"Evans, Lily," called a woman in all green with square glasses.

The scrawny little girl took a step forward with utmost confidence and awaited for additional orders.

"Please be seated, child," ordered the older witch.

The small figure sat on the stool as the old lady took an old, worn, tattered hat and placed it on the girl's head, almost covering all of her red hair. Immediately the hat started talking to her…

"Hello?" said the hotel owner, "Lily? Is that really? Are you even there? Are you—"

"Yes," answered Lily, clearing her throat, "I was sorted into Gryffindor…I-I'm a witch!"

"Of course you are! The best there is I might add, even I, from Ravenclaw couldn't even beat you!"

A memory, Hogwarts, "Yes…"

"Are you alright there?"

"Oh, of course," said Lily, she was remembering at last! But who was the hotel owner really? "Not to be rude or anything but who are you?"

"I'm Allanna!" exclaimed the flabbergasted voice, "don't you remember?"

Lily didn't know how to answer that, after all, if you answered 'no', wouldn't you be offended? Though if she answered 'yes' then she wouldn't know what really happened. She needed this phone call, this might get her past from here and she had no plan of hanging-up are be hanged-up on. So she remained silent.

"Maybe you have forgotten me," sighed the other witch, "after all, Allanna is only by pen name…maybe you'd remember me by the name of Arabella?"

"A-Arabella Figg."

"Arabella Figg!" called a thirteen year old; her long hair tied in a ponytail and was dangling as she ran.

The girl being called jerked her head, a pile of books in her arms.

"Bella!" panted the young woman, "where have you been?"

"Well, at the Great Hall, I guess. Like all students at dinner," said Figg in a sarcastic manner, "The question is: where have you been, young lady?"

Lily giggled like the schoolgirl that she is and waved a parchment infront of her friend, "I got it!"

"What? Please, all gods in Olympus hear me! Let this be not another (teen movie! Joke) prank from Lily Evans and the secret and forbidden objest of her desire, that is mine actually, James Pott—"

"Please, Bella, I know you've got the hotts for him, but not me! So don't involve me, I beg you!"

Arabella sighed, "Fine, what is it then?"

"Well," Lily started, scratching her head, "I don't exactly know…"

"What do you mean, 'you don't exactly know'?" snapped the brown haired companion.

"Whow, hold it PMS (pre-menstrual syndrome, hehe, just wanted to add that!) I saw those Marauders fussing over this paper, you know," stated Lily holding the blank parchment infront of her, "this happens to be of great value to them and ir I find out what in it, won't that be something, Bella?"

Bella rolled her eyes and looked at the ceiling, "I wasn't kidding when I told you to spare me from Lily and James' love hate relationship!"

"Stop it with all the Potter crap! If I break this, maybe I will have the revenge of the century for that mop-headed prick!"

"You remembered! Oh, those were the good old days, weren't they, Lily?" chuckled the once forgotten friend.

"They were, yes! Those food in the Great Hall, revenges on James, the way you used to complain—"

"Hey, come to think of it, how did you ever end up with him?"

Lily frowned; there should be a flash, right? So where was it? "I…don't know…"

"What do you mean, 'I don't know'? You married the man for all the hairs on my second husband's back!" snapped the annoyed Figg.

"You have a second husband?" asked Lily not remembering her friend wedding at all.

"Well actually, I don't, but don't try to change the subject!"

Lily just laughed.

"Fine, you get you way, and I'll go with your poor excuse because I have to go and I'll meet you or call you next time, ok?" she hanged up.

Putting the phone down, Lily was still chuckling, glad that she remembered one or two, wait make that three of the most important things in her life. Firstly was that she was a witch, secondly how she knew her husband and thirdly a friend, a best friend at that.

"I'm a witch," Lily muttered realizing for the first time, "where is my wand?"

***

After parking the car, James went inside Tom's office and was about to leave when Tom himself entered the room, with a, "Follow me."

Tom led Him to the room with florescent lights and a table in the middle, "James, we had a forensic sculptor brought in. I was wondering, Potter, if you would identify him again?"

James stared at the box in front of him on the table and nodded his head.

While walking towards the table Tom was explaining, "I was speculating about your judgment, because this body isn't British, it's American."

******My note: I told you, it was just a twist so that we won't focus much on the story.  Well, if you think, bad, say it, if you think good say it! I need comments!!! Uh, is my spelling on Mrs. Figg's name right? My classmate lost my first book and my other classmate let her cousin read it and my third book is in my desk which I won't go because I'm a lazy person and my fourth book is with my aunt.

Thanks very much to everybody who reviewed! I'll try to update more