Ok, new story, I'm a slacker, I know, but I have so many IDEAS!!! I'm in a creative mood, so the next chap in histb should be up. This is a Lily/James story, cus I love them both to pieces, its starting in the middle of the summer before third year. Just for stories sakes so that James doesn't know Lily, she's gonna be in Ravenclaw. Disclaimer: I do not own animagni, James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, or the traitorous Peter. I would like to own James, Remus, Sirius, Draco Malfoy, and a corvette, but alas, I don't. Anything you don't recognize is mine. Hands off!!

The girl sat, tears rolling slowly down her cheeks. Big, fat, sloppy, gushy, wet tears. One dropped down, splattering on the photo she held in her hands delicately, like it was a precious gem, or a fragile flower. She quickly wiped the water from the picture, so as not to ruin it. Her emerald eyes, which normally sparkled when she was happy, or could be dark and icy when she was upset, were now bloodshot from crying. She tucked her fiery red hair behind her ear. The occupant of the photo looked worried, seeing her disheveled looks, but grinned at her and winked, making her smile.

Suddenly her door banged open, and her sister, Petunia, stood in the doorway. She was a lanky girl, with mousy brown hair pulled into a ponytail, and a face that slightly resembled a horse. She was the complete opposite of her sister in every way.

The red-haired girl quickly shoved the picture under her pillow and wiped away her remaining tears.

"Freak, mum and dad want to me to tell you that dinner's ready. And for Gods' sakes clean yourself up, you're a wreck." she said with a sneer.

"Alright Petunia, you can leave now." the red-haired girl said with a sigh. Petunia sniffled and imitated crying, dashing out the door when her sister threw a clock at her. It smashed against a wall and broke. Lily Evans screamed her fury and sadness into her pillow. "Dammit, I liked that clock! Ugh!" She pulled the picture back from its' hiding place. He didn't know she had taken it. He didn't know who she was.

It had been the last day of school, and everyone was rushing around packing, hugging, crying, and taking pictures. Lily had been walking past the schools favorite group of boys, the Marauders. They played pranks, tricks, and lifted spirits of all around them. She had walked past, with her camera, and Sirius Black, a show off, goof off, but all around good guy jumped up from where he was basking in the sun. "Hey! Hey there! Take a picture of two of the coolest guys at Hogwarts." He pulled James up, slinging an arm around his shoulders and grinning widely. Remus, a quiet, intelligent, kindhearted boy who planned most of the Marauder's pranks snorted in amusement, earning a grin from James. She obliged, blushing rosily in embarrassment.

Remus stood up and sighed, sticking out his hand. "Sorry about that. Remus Lupin. I'm in Gryffindor."

Lily took his hand, lightly shaking it. "I know who you are. The Marauders, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, and of course, the two coolest guys in our year, James Potter, and the infamous Sirius Black. The mysterious one, the one who doesn't quite belong, the charmer, and the pranker. Everyone knows who you are. You've earned quite a name for yourself, all of your two years being here."

Remus flushed at her scolding sarcastic tone. "She sounds like my mother, jeez. You've earned quite a name for yourself, you troublemaker!" Sirius muttered to James in a high falsetto voice, who laughed in response.

Lily's eyes filled with tears, the hopes she had of getting to know James sinking like a rock. She turned and stalked off, hearing Remus call after her "Wait! What's your name?!?" She pretended not to hear. He didn't know her. He didn't care.

"My only love sprung from my only hate.." Lily hated pranking. It was stupid and childish, and always hurt someone, either physically or emotionally. Pranks had to be played on someone. Someone had to be a target, a victim. Lily hated that. But she truly liked James. There was more to him, Lily thought, than good looks, charms, and pranks. She sighed again and slid the picture under her pillow and went down to dinner.

"Lillian, pass the meat please." Her mother, Marie said gently. Lily, a delicate girl, struggled to pick up the huge platter of chicken, which resulted in her dropping it and it smashing against the floor. "Oh no!" her mother shrieked. "That was my best platter!" Her father stood up slowly, turning his cold, furious brown eyes on Lily.

"You clumsy girl." he growled. All the heads in the family turned slowly to face Frank Evans. The platter was forgotten and there was a much more dangerous problem at hand. Frank was drunk. Frank had a temper. "You stupid, clumsy, ignorant girl. Can't you do anything right? What about that school of yours? Don't they teach you anything? Or do you not pay attention, is that it? We pay for all those clothes and school supplies and you repay us by fooling around, huh?" Franks' voice rose steadily in volume until he was roaring.

"No, daddy, I do try hard, you've seen my grades, and-"

"Don't you lie to me! Go to your room, you insolent little witch!"

"But daddy-"

SMACK

Lily's hand slowly rose up to the red mark spreading across her cheek. He had slapped her.

"Frank, please don't-"

"Stay out of this woman!" He turned back to Lily. "You think you can just talk back to us now? Just because you have this magic mumbo jumbo you can do anything you want?" He had backed her into a corner, where she stood trembling in fright. Frank was shaking with rage, and he pulled his arm back for another blow. He hit thin air.

The boy ran a hand through his messy black hair, and gazed at the photo he gripped. The girl smiled up at him and waved. She had flaming red hair, stunning green eyes, and was wearing strapless jade green dress robes that hugged her figure until the empire waistline, where it flowed lightly to the floor. She didn't know he had it. She hated him.

It was the Christmas Ball, and she had been having fun with her fellow Ravenclaw girls. Will Creevy, a photography fanatic had taken it, and James had caught up with him when he was developing the film. He had gotten a copy of the photograph, and her name. It was Lily Evans.

She hated him, he was sure, because he had accidentally laughed at her that time at the end of the year, when Sirius had make a crack about her. He hadn't meant to laugh, but Sirius was right, she did sound like Mrs. Black. He hadn't meant for her to get so mad. He didn't want her to be mad at him. He just wished he could have said he was sorry, and formally introduced himself. He took his glasses off, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to wake himself up. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night, as it was the full moon, and he had been with Remus. He went downstairs, and nearly fell down them when he saw the person standing at the bottom.

"You?!?" she gasped when she saw him.

"And you! What are you doing in my house?!?"

She opened her mouth to reply, and then closed it, her eyes confused. "I'm in... your... house? Your house?"

James was also becoming very confused. "Yes... The home of James and Anthony Potter, temporary home of Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. Not meaning to sound rude, but what are you doing here, and moreover, how did you get here?"

Lily paused again, and replied, "I have no idea."

Ok, what do you think? Help me think of a good title, this one is. mediocre at the most. Any comments are welcome, I don't care. Do you like the thing? It's a bit of conflict with Lily's dad it might. oh, I dunno, be foreshadowing!!!! Lol ok I luv you all, muah!!