Hi people, I'm back after a very very long absence from I needed a break with all the schoolwork and stuff piling up, and I've been suffering from sever writer's block. However, I've spent my time away from fanfiction updating and revising this fic since I've realized that my writing style has changed to a more descriptive one.

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Turn Right Turn Left.

Chapter 1: If only someday…

Disclaimer: Am not JK Rowling. You get the idea. If I was I would have been earning big bucks by now... This story is also adapted from the Taiwanese movie of the same name.

Summary:

This story is about two ill-fated young people, James and Lily, who are destined to be together, but unfortunately their paths never cross. James always turns left, while Lily turns right. Through some strange coincidence, they never meet, even though James is Head Boy while Lily is Head Girl, and have totally no idea who the other party is. They chance upon an encounter in Hogsmeade, and find that they have in fact, met before.

But when they part, they realise they have no means of contacting each other, and set out to find their soul mate.

Date posted: 22/9/2003

Revised: 16/6/2004

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----- Earlier that day -----

Strange shops lined the wide cobblestone street, each with names queerer than the last, and every one with strange displays of items in the shop sill. It was not unlike the cities of old times, with smaller streets winding off behind houses and shops. Far in the distance, a white triangular-shaped building of four flours – the tallest building around – stood looking over the village – it was a village, regardless of the name it was given -, beautiful golden letters that read 'Gringrotts' carved into the white marble for all to see. With its colourful tiled roofs and strange lopsided structures, looking as though it might topple onto the steady stream of people walking up and down the street, it would have looked very odd in modern London. Yet here, people walked by as though it were all normal.

Lily Evans walked down the Main Street of Diagon Alley, looking around her in wonder.

'Even after seven years, this place never fails to amaze me,' She thought wryly to herself as she nimbly sidestepped a boy running past her, apparently looking for his pet toad. She peered into every shop window she walked past, looking wistfully at the chemist with its strange puffing potions and the astronomy shop with its moving model of the galaxy, stopping at selected shops to purchase items that she would need for her coming year at school.

Finally, with several bulging bags floating magically behind her, she entered the last, and her favourite shop of all, 'Flourish and Blotts'. Lily pushed open the glass door and disappeared into the shop, the door bell jingling merrily above her head, and her bags of shopping trailing happily behind her.

Right beside Flourish and Blotts, the door opened and James Potter stepped out from Quality Quidditch Supplies, a stack of Quidditch cards resting snugly in his pocket, and a new, top-of-the-range Silver Arrow atop a shoulder.

He stopped at the entrance of the shop, the autumn breeze, showing the first traces of winter cold, ruffling his unruly hair. He stood on the front step of the shop for a moment and looked up and down the streets of Diagon Alley, letting a smile touch his face. Beside him, the door to Flourish and Blotts stood slightly ajar, and Jenski, the old shopkeeper could be heard offering his services to a certain Miss Evans, undoubtedly there for a last minute spot of shopping before the school term started. A gust of wind swept by, and the door swung shut, cutting off all sound from within. He glanced at his watch, and a smile appeared on his face.

His watch, something that all four Marauders had, currently read: Oi! Hurry up you fat ass!

"I had best be off now, Moony and Padfoot are probably already wrecking my room," he said, and turned left down the street, disappearing quickly into the mass of people.

Above him, the clock tower's cogs whirled and the hour hand landed on six. The clock began tolling.

As the last of six tolls sounded, Lily stepped out of the magical bookstore. Pausing for a moment at the doorway, she turned back and called, "bye Mr. Jenski!" But the old shopkeeper had already disappeared into the labyrinth network of shelves that characterized the shop. Out of habit, she turned right and set off down the street.

As the two left, neither saw the large signboard that had gone up besides the divination store.

It read:

Life is full of coincidences.
Maybe someday, even parallel lines will cross.

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Seventeen-year old Lily Evans sat curled up in her favorite arm-chair. It was old and worn, but still Lily loved it. It had been a gift from her grandmother shortly before she passed away two years ago. And it held many fond memories for Lily.

Unconsciously, she tucked a wayward lock of gleaming red hair behind her ear, her eyes locked on a large book in front of her.

Lily sighed and closed the book. It was already worn around the edges, and some pages were falling off. She had already memorized the entire book, but yet somehow she felt drawn to it.

She stood up and tenderly placed the book back on her shelf, careful not to dislodge any pages further.

'Grandmama, I love you.'

As she turned, she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror, and was once again, pleasantly surprised at how much she had grown since attending Hogwarts. Standing at 168cm tall, she was taller than the average girl. Her red hair fell in gleaming waves down her back and startling emerald green eyes looked out from a lovely oval face.

She walked towards the large window in her room and placed her hands on the sill, looking upwards into the dark blue skies of the London night and smiled.

She never felt alone, not when she was looking up at the stars. Her grandma was always up there, smiling down upon her. As if to prove Lily right, a star twinkled fiercely, eclipsing the other stars in the night sky in its radiance.

She closed her eyes and allowed the cool night breeze to play across her face.

'I'll be going back to Hogwarts tomorrow...' she mused silently to herself.

Lily Evans was, in fact, not your normal teenager. Sure, she was troubled by schoolwork, and to a smaller extent, boys, and of course her friendships and relationships with her family. She was a witch, and a very good one at that. Come tomorrow, she would be packed on board Hogwarts Express and sent back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her trunk was already packed, spell-books underneath clothes and other items Lily thought to bring.

'I'm Head Girl, Grandmama. Aren't you proud of me? Petunia's not too pleased though. She keeps taunting me about how weird I already am, without having to keep a whole bunch of others like myself in check.'

And for one moment, sadness flitted across that lovely face.

'Sometimes, I just wish she wouldn't... hate me so much.'

'But, enough on sad matters. I can't wait to go back to Hogwarts. I'm sure this'll be an excellent year, even though practically no one knows of my existence. I kind of like it that way. No bothersome prank-pulling or excessive parties and what-not to go to...'

'I wonder if there's really such thing as two people who are fated to be together. That's interesting don't you think? Maybe the person I bump into everyday could be my husband ten years down the road...' she thought to herself.

She opened her eyes in time to see a bright shower of sparks emitted from the star that was still twinkling fiercely, and smiled softly.

'I believe you Grandmama. Some where out there, my special someone is waiting...'

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Down the street, turn left, and you would enter the most wealthy district in the whole London.

Yet, most of England's wealthy muggleslived elsewhere, for this was a totally wizarding community housing the likes of the famous Potter home, as well as the Bates's, family to the war-hero of the Grindelwald era, a certain Steve Bates.

James Potter angrily drew his hand through his already ruffled hair.

"Padfoot! Give me back my bloody broom. I've gotta pack. And you should too! Mum's gonna be waking us up at the crack of dawn! There'll be no time then. Padfoot? PADFOOT! Are you even listening to me?" James yelled at his best friend who was currently floating near the top of the ceiling on a Silver Arrow, a magnificent broom with a dark brown finishing.

James Potter, with his unruly hair, and chocolate brown eyes, could melt the hearts of every girl in the school. In addition to that, his immense skill at Quidditch as well as his sculpted body made him a target for fan girls. He was the leader of the Marauders, the one that kept the group together, and had an outgoing streak in him.

Sirius Black was also a member of the Quidditch team. His hair was rather long, with midnight blue streaks in them, while different hues of blue danced around in the depths of his dark eyes. He claimed that his eyes had never let him down before, and nearly the whole of the Hogwarts female population could also attest to that fact. His guts were what usually let them accomplish their very outlandish pranks. He could almost always charm his way into girls hearts as well as out of trouble. Even McGonagall, the strictest teacher Hogwarts had to offer often let him get out of trouble with a couple of points gone and a hint of a smile playing on her face.

The third member, Remus Lupin, or Moony if you preferred, walked in at that moment. He was the most quiet of the group. Dirty blond hair framed a pale face and brown eyes that held wisdom above his years. He was the schemer, and usually the architect behind all the Marauders pranks. Despite his quiet disposition, he was still very popular with the girls. It could have been something to do with his gentlemanly manners, or the fact that he was part of the Marauders...

"Moony!" Sirius exclaimed gleefully! "Absolutely spiffing to see you! I see you're finally back from raiding James' kitchen? So tell me-"

"Moony! Thank goodness you're here!" James gestured angrily at Sirius.

"Come and get me then. But me being the star of the Quidditch team and all..." Sirius taunted.

Remus shook his head slowly and laughed at his friends.

A maniacal grin curled the ends of James' mouth, and, gesturing silently to Remus, he pointed to two extra brooms propped carelessly onto the edge of the bed, and then glanced up at Sirius. A wolfish grin cracked Remus' face as nodded gleefully.

Up ahead, a blissfully unaware Sirius was singing the age-old 'Bananas in Pajamas' song.

Halfway through, the song was brought to an abrupt end as Sirius indignantly yelped, "HEY! Who did that!"

Turning a full 360degrees in mid-air, he came face-to-face with a grinning James throwing sticky ping-pong burrs at him.

"Ouch! ...ouch!"

With all his attention focused on James, Sirius completely forgot about the presence of the quieter Marauder in the room, which was a grave mistake, for Remus was never to be underestimated, and only realized when it was too late.

"Wait! Where's Remus?" Sirius exclaimed while trying to avoid James' ammo. Impossible as it was, James' grin seemed to widen even further and a look of horrid recognition crossed Sirius' features.

"Holy shit..." he breathed quietly.

A discreet cough sounded behind him, and he turned, only to see Remus lying lazily on a broom handle, grinning away madly, holding something that looked strangely like... plastic wrap?

At that moment, Sirius wondered whether it was Remus, and not James, that was the most dangerous in their group.

Ten minutes later, a helpless Sirius dangled from the roof of the Potter mansion, completely wrapped up in plastic wrap, with not a stitch on him, and the burrs attached onto every part of him.

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Lily Evans awoke the next day at the crack of dawn and yawned sleepily.

"Time to get up Feathers," she said, addressing her sleeping owl.

The snowy white animal ruffled its feathers importantly and turned to fix Lily with an amber eye.

"We're going back to Hogwarts."

Half an hour later, her fathers' car pulled out of the driveway and turned right onto the already bustling streets.

-----

James awoke abruptly, feeling rather cold, and let out a contented sigh. Everything was fine, and in a few moments, he would be returning back to Hogwarts. He sifted uncomfortably in his blankets, and looked out.

"What the hell?!"

Sirius' wicked grin greeted him from ten feet below. James was suspended like a hammock from the ceiling. "Revenge... Is sweet, Prongs, my boy."

"SIRIUS!!!! I'll get you for this!"

With a loud yell, he leapt out of the blanket and landed lightly on the feet, proceeding to chase a horrified Sirius round and round Remus, who was calmly packing the last of his things into his chest.

"Well! After what you did to me last night, I would say it was a fair payback, wouldn't you?" Sirius yelled as he ran.

"Boys! James, dear? It's time to go..." James' mum's voice floated up from the stairwell.

"Ready mum!" James yelled in reply. "Just give me a few moments to skin and gut Sirius first!"

"All right! But you'll have to make it quick!" Came the reply, causing James and Remus to laugh, and Sirius to mutter something under his breath, looking rather indignant.

In five minutes time, the Potter's car drove down the driveway and turned left.

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On usual days, Kings' Cross bustled with self-important muggles, who walk around purposefully to catch their trains to who-knows-where, and impatient people sat at the café, waiting for the arrival, or departure of a particular train. Trains chugged busily into and out of the station, and never at any hour was the station ever quiet.

Muggles would not see anything that was not shoved under their eyes, which was why they were totally oblivious to the existence of another world right on their doorstep.

Twice every year, this predictable flow of people would be disrupted by a group of oddly-dressed, and completely out-of-the-ordinary folk that walked about in large groups discussing about 'Newts tails' and 'Care of Magical Creatures', completely oblivious to the wide-eyes stares they received from the normal people of England. Every year, on September first, this group of people would gather with a palpable sense of anticipation and eagerness, and greet each other as though they would old friends.

James walked through the barrier between Platform 9 and 10. An instant later, him and his two other friends materialised on the other side of the barrier, where a sign overhead read Platform Nine-and-Three-Quarters, and a vividly scarlet steam train sat on the rails spewing steam into the air.

"Moony, Padfoot, my boys, we're home," James said and grinned evilly.

Another guy stalked up to them, eyebrows drawn down as though he had just suffered a severe shock.

"Honestly Padfoot," he said in indignation as he came within hearing range of the three. "Those fans of yours are rabid. They try some dirty trick or other every year to get to you, but seriously, I was waylaid by at least twenty of them, and I would have been kidnapped and handed over to Stacey and her gang if you did not appear in the next twenty seconds! I was this close from death!" He exclaimed, holding his thumb and index finger a hair-width apart.

He was rather tall but still losing out in height to the other three marauders, and had sparkling blue eyes. This was Peter Pettigrew, the last quarter of the Marauders. (Hmm, just take it that he isn't bad here. I wouldn't want to spoil the entire image of the Marauders just coz of one fat short Peter)

The other three sniggered. It was common knowledge that Stacey and her group were ardent supporters of Peter.

And, as it was with every year, the moment they stepped through the barrier, looks were directed their way. Most of the Hogwarts female population had turned and started openly staring at them, sub-consciously smoothing their hair and adjusting their skirts, grinning weakly every time a Marauders' gaze passed over them.

A chorus of "Hey's" followed in their wake as they slowly made their way up to the head of the train, Sirius and Peter taking the liberty of announcing to the world that they were currently available.

"Padfoot, Wormtail. You guys are sooo..." James drawled. "If you two are done here, I suggest we go find those damned Slytherins!"

An instant later, Lily walked through the barrier. No one took any notice of the girl standing at the entrance of the platform.

It appeared as though one or a few of the school idols had appeared, for whispers of The Marauders, or occasionally a guys' name followed a trail of girls who were still turned in a particular direction.

Lily shook her head. She did not know the people mentioned, and neither did she need to know. Turning, she made her way to the tail end of the train, in the direction opposite of where those outside had their gazes fixed on.

End of Chapter One.
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