A/N: I would just like to say that I really don't like this chapter, but I need to put it in to advance the summer a bit and explain a few things. So please, just hang on and wait for the next chapter which I think will be up in a day or so, because I have tons of time! Yay! Please review. And you know I still need a beta reader. butterflykisez12@netscape.net Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Lily Evans, or anything Harry Potter related, J.K. Rowling owns it all. (Damnit!) I write for my own personal enjoyment and there is no need to start suing me. J.K. Rowling, if you are going to sue me over this very small story compared to what you have, I think that's stupid because you already have enough money. So ha.



Lily! Lily! Get up, now!

I hate mornings. I look like shit, and all I want to do is sleep. Die, whoever woke me, die.

Lily! Get your ass down here!

Ah. It was my mum, Vivian, who woke my ass up. I glanced to my blue clock on my bedside table. Ahhhh. It was only 9:30. I thought this was supposed to be summer vacation.

I gathered up all my strength and screamed down, I'm going back to bed, mum! I'm tired.

I started to snuggle back under my covers when I heard, Oh, no you're not! There is an owl down here and it won't leave my kitchen. Get it out!

I sat up when I heard the world owl. If it was from Tracey, I wanted to go get it. So I jumped out out the door and ran as fast as I could down the stairs without tripping. I had fallen down the stairs one too many times, I was clumsy as hell. I drop things, walk into walls, knock into vases. It's one of my faults I will admit to.

Where is it? I asked, out of breath, as I skidded into the kitchen in my socks.

My mother pointed up to the ceiling where the owl was playing an odd game of chase with the ceiling fan. Strange.

I tried to coax the owl down, but it wouldn't fly down towards me. I didn't want to turn off the fan because the owl could get caught in it. I was in the middle of doing my prize-winning owl impersonation, when I remembered I stashed a bag of owl treats under the kitchen sink for my owl, Aspen.

Finally the owl was gone and my mum went back to reading the paper and sipping her coffee.

She was gorgeous, my mother, but unfortunately age was beginning to take its toll in her pretty face, I knew it was. I had ventured to her bathroom to steal her black eyeliner and I found at least ten wrinkle and night creams. I felt bad for her. She didn't have any gray in the mahogany hair that sat in a bun on top of her head, but her hair was highlighted and dyed. I'm sure that if she didn't get her hair done every two months, there would be a few strands of a silver gray. Her eyes were once a sparkling blue, but now they didn't shimmer as much, only when she was truly happy did they glow.

I was given my mothers cheekbones and my father's red hair. It's a mystery to my family where I got my eyes since no one in my family has red eyes. But oh well, enough thinking. I had a letter to open.

I could tell the letter wasn't from Tracey. The letter was written in the emerald ink from Hogwarts school. It was weird, this year the letter was so heavy. Probably because of all of the preparation before we leave, and there were probably a lot of books to get.
I ripped open the envelope and a glittering badge slipped out and onto the tabletop. I cursed under my breath. I knew what the badge was and I didn't want it. Was there any way I could give it back to Dumbledore? My parents would be pleased, Tracey would tease me and Petunia would still remain from talking to me.

I weighed my options. I could tell my parents or not. If I didn't tell and they found out some other way, they would be pissed. If I told them now, the would be all giddy and happy. They would overreact about something that wasn't that big of a deal. I decided to tell my mom anyway, because I would rather have her be happy than mad.



She responded, still reading the paper.

You know how I'm going into seventh year?



Okay mom, thanks for listening. Well, I've told you about this before, but when you're in seventh year there is a head boy and a head girl.

Right. You've told me this already. And she speaks!

We'll I've been picked. I shut my eyes tight, bracing myself from the explosion that was about to erupt.

Silence.

I peeked one eye open, and looked at her. I questioned.

Sorry, Lils. I don't understand. She looked at me from the kitchen table. They picked you for head girl?

I dimly waved the badge at her.

She burst out.

Oh no.

I'm so proud of you! Wow.. Head Girl! It must be such an HONOR! She cried out. She hugged me for what seemed like forever and then did a dance around the kitchen. You know what this calls for? She asked me, grinning from ear to ear.

I slightly dreaded her answer. She sometimes had odd yet wicked ideas, like me.

Shopping! For school clothes!

Mum. I have to wear robes at school, you know that.

Yes, but what do you wear under them? She questioned. I hope you aren't in the nude under those robes.

Mum! No! Of course I wear clothes under. But I really don't need any right now.

Right now, of course you don't need them. But your school starts in about one week and a half, and you will be wanting clothes then. Lils, please. Let's go shopping. You know what? I'll let you drive there. She smiled, knowing the had sucked me into her trap.

I had taken my Driver's Ed. class last summer (and passed thankyouverymuch.) but my mum never let me drive anywhere because I was always at Hogwarts and claimed I never got enough practice. So by offering me the car, I couldn't resist.

Go up to your room, shower, eat get ready to go, My mum was a strict woman when she came to it. We leave in forty-five minutes.

I turned around, and began to slowly walk up the stairs figuring I would save the rest of the letter for when I got back. Besides, the letter only contained the shitload of books I would have to buy, and the bullshit rules for being Head Girl. I wasn't in the mood to get into those.

Then I heard my mum say: I'll tell Petunia to get ready.

I froze.

Petunia's coming? I asked.

Of course she is. She'll be pleased to hear the news.

No she won't. She doesn't like me. Mum. Please. No.

Honey, you were eleven when she was mad! That's over now.

Fine mum. I sighed, But I would rather she didn't come.

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Congrats, Lils. Petunia said as she clambered into the backseat.

CALL THE PRESS! Did Petunia just speak to me? Did she just say something nice to me? Me, little Lily?

You fucking freak. She whispered.

Oh. Never mind then.

Why didn't I just curse her? Cast a nasty spell? Turn her into a frog? First, I would get a letter from my school and also my parents would be pissed.

Second, I kind of pitied her. Before I got my letter from Hogwarts, we were best friends. And since I was her older sister, she looked up to me. So suddenly, when I left for Hogwarts, she didn't understand why I got to go without her. When she turned eleven in August, she was praying and hoping for her letter so she could come with me. It never came. And from that day on, she uses my magic against me.

I glared at Petunia, and got into the driver's seat. Well, hah. At least I get to fucking drive.