Okay, sorry for the wait everyone. Lmao. Just making sure everything was perfect!

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"It'd be my pleasure." She smiled, and followed him out of the station.

The taxi cab pulled up in front of a deserted lot. Lily stepped out of the cab, and retrieved her bags from the trunk. Keith tipped, and paid the driver, and grabbed his belongings.

"Are you sure this is the place?" Lily asked questioningly.

"As sure as my names Keith O'Brien, which it is." He smiled, and led her to the door of the pub. "After you." He held the door open, and the old copper bell jingled.

"Mornin' good lady, and lad!" The old, worn out looking bartender greeted them.

"Morning." Lily smiled, and looked at Keith doubtingly.

"Well, I don't know why you're here. so you tell him.."

Lily shrugged, and stepped up to the bar, setting her things down, and looking at the bartender. "Lily Evans. I reserved a room for one night."

"Ah! Right you are, Lady." He said, looking at a torn, speckled with soot notepad. "Room 'leven." He said, "Thomas 'ere will show you."

A boy, not aged over nineteen, grabbed Lily's bags, and headed towards a staircase. Lily glanced back at Keith and smiled, "I'll see you later?"

He nodded, "Count on it."

The room was blank, and a mirror was set on the wall. She was sure this room had many hidden secrets. But why take the time and figure them out when she could be exploring the wondrous world of the Infamous Diagon Alley?

Everyone back in Ireland had heard of Diagon Alley. Clara Stevens had visited it once, and she had come back describing in full detail how marvelous it all was. How the scent from the Ice-Cream Parlor followed you even into the depths of Gringotts Bank.

Lily grinned, and glanced around her room, before closing the door behind her. And if you hadn't figured it out yet, Lillian Abet Evans, native to England, was a witch. A Muggle-Born witch.

Her wand, 7 and a half inches of Maple, with a feather of a phoenix, was magical in every way.

She walked into the Pub, and up to the bartender, who was leaning against the bar, talking with two young guys with dark, messy black hair.

"Excuse me," Lily said, interrupting the conversation. "Sir, could you perhaps tell me how to get into the Alley?"

"She's definitely not a native," one of the two men snickered.

"Eh, leave 'er 'lone, Black." The bartender said, "Tap the bricks. three up and two across, was it?"

"Yeah, Sam." Said the other boy, with the extremely messy black hair, and the glinting brown eyes, with thin-wired frames, said. "Three up and two across above the trash bin. Tap the brick three times, or you'll get nothing. And use your wand, not your finger."

"Thank you," Lily said, smiling. The boy smiled back, Lily could swear on a bible that she knew that smile.

She shook her head, and walked away from them, taking her wand out as she went.

"Three up and two across." She kept muttering to herself.

She tapped the brick, three times, that the instructions said to, and stepped back. Ready for a door, or maybe a narrow passageway to lead her to some dark cavern, or to the top of a hill, or maybe even down beneath the ground. But none of those is what she saw. The brick wall twitched, and wreathed making a grand archway into the wondrous place that was Diagon Alley.

A cobble stone path twisted, and turned until it was out of sight. Lily gasped, as she took her steps that led to the very beginning of the Alley. A glance of her right shoulder, and the archway was gone.

"Get your potion ingredients! Shriveled eye of newt! Two sickles! Get your ingredients!" Called a man from the front of the Apothecary store.

Lily raised her left brow, and continued walking on.

"Look, mum!" A little boy squirmed with excitement outside a Quidditch Shop. "A Comet Two Sixty! Fastest broom there is! Can I have one? Please?"

"I'm sorry, Jerrold, we aren't here to buy brooms." The mother said, "You're father needs new robes."

Lily smiled slightly, and looked all around her. Flourish and Botts. The bookstore. She grinned, and made her way through the crowded street, and up the front steps of the store.

A bell jingled as she walked through the door, and man with, with white gloves on his hands, popped out from behind a bookshelf.

"Welcome!" He said, hurrying over to Lily. "Books! What books do you need? Perhaps a new Transfiguration one? Or maybe a Charms book? Potions? Or how about Divination!"

"Excuse me, Sir." Lily said, politely. "I just need to browse. I already have the books I could possibly need for school. But if I don't, I'll be sure to owl you."

The man frowned, and nodded. "A-alright then." He said, "Just call if you need help." His upper lip twitched with embarrassment as he smiled politely.

"I will." Lily said, walking down a narrow pathway between bookshelves."

The bell jingled again.

"No, Sirius." A boy's voice said.

"Come on, James." The boy, which Lily had supposed his name was Sirius, said.. "Just be like, 'I'm sorry, Marie, but Sirius doesn't feel the need to be in a relationship anymore.'"

"And get slapped for it? Ha, fat chance, bud."

Lily raised her eyebrows, and shook her head. 'Typical', she thought.

"C'mon, James. For me? You're most loyal friend. A friend since first year, come on, please James?"

Lily pulled a book about Manticores out from a shelf, and carried it towards the counter.

"Manticores! Spectacular choice, Miss!" The jittery employee said, grinning broadly. "Three galleons!"

Lily gave him three galleons, and took the bag, that held her newly bought book.

"Sirius, go away." James said, shaking his head, and tossing two copies of every book, holding his rather large, and broom shaped package, as he did so, they needed into Sirius' arms.

James read off the paper, "Transfiguration: Grade Seven." He rolled his eyes, and placed to copies of that book in Sirius' now over-filled arms. "Only Minerva would think of such a plain book."

"James," Sirius gasped.

"Why do we bother with Divination, Sirius? Why don't we just ditch it this year? Completely pointless if you ask me. Sonare is nothing but a wanna-be seer if you ask me."

"James!" Sirius gasped again.

"What?" James snapped.

"Can't. Breathe." He fell over, the books toppling down on top of him.

"You're such a weakling," James shook his head, and began gathering the books.

"I think I'll live.." Sirius muttered, helping himself to his feet.

James shrugged and carried the books over to the counter.

"Give me your money, Padfoot.." He said, holding his hands out.

"Here," Sirius muttered, dropping coins into James' hand.

James paid, and they silently walked out of the store, or rather, Sirius walked silently out of the store as James flapped his mouth away.

"So." Sirius said, in hopes of ending James' never ending talk with himself. "That girl in the pub. with the red hair. Eh."

James shrugged, and glanced over his shoulder, "Yeah, she was pretty, I suppose."

"You suppose? Have you lost what you had of a brain?" Sirius said, swinging his bag, nearly hitting a woman carrying her infant son.

"Watch it!" She yelled, as she quickly hurried away from Sirius.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Sirius shook his head, and looked at James. "Is this about Blair breaking up with you?"

"I was with her since fifth year, Sirius! Of course it's about Blair breaking up with me!"

Sirius raised his eyebrows as they sat down in front of the Ice-Cream Parlor.

"No need to get so snippy." Sirius said, looking at the waitress. He casually knocked his spoon off the table. "Can you get that for me, Miss?" He asked.

The waitress smiled, and bent over to pick up his spoon, and Sirius, to put it in less provocative words, checked her out. "Thanks," He said as she placed the spoon on the table.

"Anytime." She said, flipping hair out of her eyes, "What can I get for you two?"

"Two small chocolate sundae's please." Sirius said, smiling.

"Okay.." She smiled, and wrote down their order. She gave one last look at Sirius before walking away.

James rolled his eyes, and shook his head. "You need to get some anti- raunchy pills, Black."

"Nah," He said, grinning smugly, "I need to get something else."

"Please don't share."

"It's not like you and Blair haven't---"

"Shut up, Padfoot." James seethed, his mouth almost shut. "Can Blair just be left out of a conversation for once?"

"Nope."

James rolled his eyes, and lent back in the chair. "I've never seen that red-head around at Hogwarts. whatcha think? New student? Transfer? Her father's an auror,(A/N: sorry if I didn't spell it right. But you all know what I mean.) Come to help with this Voldy-mort person?"

"She could be just visiting family. Aha! That's what I can do! She'll be visiting, I'll get a good snog, and then I can be history with her!"

James shook his head, and watched their waitress come back. She placed their ice creams on the table, and gave Sirius a new spoon, with a napkin wrapped around it.

Sirius waggled his eyebrows, and turned his head to see the waitress walking away, taking a glance over her shoulder. She smiled, and continued walking.

"She so wants me."

"You think everyone wants you."

"Shut up."

Sirius unwrapped the napkin from his spoon, and un-creased it the best he could.

Give me an owl sometime. I'd love to get together with you,

---D'Alene

"Ha, she wants to get together with me!" Sirius said, snickering. He showed James the napkin and grinned.

"Da-Leen?" James said raising an eyebrow.

"Who cares? She was. ahem. you know."

James rolled his eyes finishing his ice cream.

"But, she wasn't as good looking as that red-head."

"Won't you just leave Blair, and that girl out of our conversations?"

"Fine. But tomorrow, on the train, we're talking about them."

"No, we're not."

"Why not?"

"I'm Headboy." James scrunched his nose up, so even the wrinkles on his forehead had wrinkles.

"Huh?"

"I got Headboy." James said slowly, shaking his head. "You think I could resign?"

"And give Snivellus the pleasure of being Head?! I don't think so, buster!"

"Nah, isn't their understudies this year?"

Sirius shrugged, "Look who you're asking before you ask."