Title: Goodnight, Stars
Chapter: Prefect Miss Evans
Author: Cinnamon Sunrise
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all characters, settings, etc. Hopefully you know that…since this is fanfiction…
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Hogwarts is an amazing school. Especially to someone like me, coming from a muggle home. I never imagined half the things that were at Hogwarts. Ghosts floating around, magical beasts, unicorns. It was incredible. From the trains, we took the boats across the lake, the traditional first year transportation. I sat in a boat with a few other girls. None of us knew each other, but that didn't matter. Nobody was talking, the waves rocked the boats hard and everyone seemed rather nervous as to what was coming once we got into the castle. I heard absurd whispers about how we were all to be sorted into the houses, complete nonsense. I was sorted into Gryffindor, joined by three other girls and five boys, including the 4 marauders. Pre-marauders. We all sat at the Gryffindor table for the feast, and I talked with the girls. They were nice enough, better than the likes of Petunia's friends. Better than spending my time with a bunch of foolish boys. Or so I imagined. Time passed quickly. I spent my first four years studying hard, achieving top marks in all of my classes. The summer before fifth year I was made a Prefect, thrilling my parents and making Petunia even more sour-spirited towards me. Summer holidays were never fun. Due to Petunia's horrible temperament about the issue, I wasn't allowed to invite friends from school home, though I don't know if I'd ever wanted to bring any of them home. I got along well with the girls in my dormitory, knew a few people from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff, too. It's just that, I don't know, I always felt like an outsider with them. They all flocked around Sirius Black and co., thought he was so charming. I'd have rather have been doing my Arithmancy work than following those boys around, and the other girls knew it. But we all did get along, and it was enough to make the school terms fun. Anyway, term started back up again, and apparently it was no surprise to the other ladies that I was one of the prefects for Gryffindor. Throughout the last few weeks of summer, I had wondered myself whom I would be attending meetings with. I must say, I was quite surprised when it turned out to be none other than Sirius and Co.'s Remus Lupin.
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"Oh, Lily!" Squealed Charlotte Parker, admiring the shinny badge on Lily's robes. "I knew you'd be a prefect!"
"Charlotte! You're such a dear!" Lily hugged Charlotte.
"Yes, Lily, congratulations." Eliza and Susie, who were talking by the window, said smiling.
"Thank you!" Lily said beaming. "Well, I must go to the prefect compartment, but I shall be back later! Bye girls!" Lily strode out of the Gryffindor girl's compartment towards the section marked "5th Year Prefects." Opening the door, she found herself surrounded by familiar faces. Amos and Estella from Hufflepuff, Richard and Annette of Ravenclaw, Snape and Desdemona from Slytherin. Lily looked around, quickly noticing that she was the only Gryffindor. "Hi, Annette!" She said, trying earnestly to make conversation with her fellow prefect.
"Lily." Annette nodded smugly, adjusting her badge. "Where's the other Gryffindor prefect? Or did they think that you could handle the job all by yourself? I'm sure you would like that, wouldn't you?" Annette said coolly. Lily sighed and walked away, remembering the reason she and Annette had never been on good terms. Seems Annette just thought too highly of herself to let Lily outshine her academically and socially. Lily looked out the window, watching the station disappear behind them. The prefects were required to be in the compartment 5 minutes before departure. Lily sat down with the rest of the new prefects, anxiously twirling her new silver locket that she had been given for being made a prefect, as Thomas Brown, head boy and heartthrob of 7th year, walked in. Alice Cunningham, the head girl, followed close behind, slipping into the first chair she saw.
"Hello, fellow students! Congratulations on being made prefects this year. Now let's see," he said, doing a quick headcount as Alice continued to read her book. "We seem to be missing one. Hm, must be Gryffindor, eh?" Thomas said, studying the faces. The two Slytherins were sniggering loudly, Thomas was scowling.
"Miss, uh, Evans? Who is your fellow prefect?" Thomas inquired, paging through his list and looking annoyed.
"Erm, I'm not sure, Thom-" Lily began, but was interrupted when the compartment door slid open.
"Hi." Remus Lupin said quietly, slinking around Thomas and sitting in the empty seat next to Lily.
"You're late!" Thomas said, rolling his eyes. A fellow Gryffindor himself, Thomas went back to his lecture. "But anyway, congratulations on being made Prefects. A huge responsibility is in your hands, it is your duty to make sure your fellow classmates are on their best behavior, and to make sure Hogwarts is a prime learning environment. It is your duty…." As Thomas continued, Lily shot Remus a sour look. Lupin bit his lip and looked back at her apologetically. "This is going to be a long year…" Lily thought, refocusing on Thomas' lecture.
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Busy plotting pranks for the year, I'm sure; he arrived late to our first meeting on the train. I knew it was going to be a long year, as I'd be in charge of most of the 5th year Prefect duties. Can't have a trouble maker in charge of keeping peace. He was nice, though. Always smiling, even when he looked gravely ill, which was quite often. I took my duties very seriously, scolding James and Sirius and co. more times than I could count. Fifth year brought O.W.L.s, ordinary wizarding level exams, and it also brought on James Potter's constant harassment. "Go out with me Lily, and I'll do this." "Date me, Lily, and I'll stop goofing off." "Lily, just one date." I wanted to give him a nice little slap, but I was a prefect, and that would not have been appropriate. Instead, I just spat out an absolute "No!" every time he asked. I believe on a couple of accounts I told him I'd rather date the giant squid, and I was serious. Ha, ha, you laugh now, but at the time…It was not one bit funny to me. The other girls gave me strange looks, and I was called quite a few mean names. "You know you like him, Lily, just say yes!" got too repetitive, so eventually it changed into me thinking too much of myself. After all, who except Lily Evans would refuse a date with the dashingly handsome Quidditch star James Potter?
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Author's Note: Ok this story is kind of different, isn't it? It's my first fic, so I hope its ok! Please let me know how you like it by emailing or leaving a review. Thanks so much!
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