Summary: James loves Lily. Lily hates James. James shows his love for Lily by playing pranks on her. Lily retaliates with hexes and verbal insults. Add a non-serious Sirius and a wise Remus to play matchmaker and what do you get? My fanfic!

Disclaimer: I am NOT J.K Rowling!!! I, therefore, do not own Harry Potter or anything mentioned in Harry Potter!

"Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live." -Mark Twain

A seventeen-year old girl sat upon an ancient wooden stool, scribbling furiously with a quill and parchment. Every now and then small screams of frustration escaped her lips as the redheaded beauty proofread her assignment.

"I can't believe McGonagall assigned this atrocious essay! Ugh! How I despise Transfiguration!" the young woman exclaimed while throwing her quill down with disgust.

Now, if any normal person saw her, they would have sent the prospering teen to the funny farm! For indeed, this young woman was not "normal;" she was a witch attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In fact, this seventeen-year old had never been called "normal" in either worlds—muggle or wizardry—since the day she turned eleven; since the day she received the letter that demented her older sister's opinion of her, and created a whole new opinion of herself. This "abnormal" witch was called Lily Evans.

Thankfully Lily was saved of her torment of homework by the screeching of her older sister's yelling through Lily's impeccably clean door, "Hey Freak! Get your abnormal butt down here! Mom called a family meeting!"

"I'm coming Tuna-breath! No reason to get your panties in a twist!" Lily yelled back to Petunia. Lily then proceeded down the spiraling staircase into the kitchen, all the while muttering to herself, "Great, just great. By some lucky chance I was saved from the torture of finishing that awful assignment, only to be confronted by Petunia, a torture ten times worse than anything related to Transfiguration! Well, I can't say the big guy up there doesn't have a twisted sense of humor."

When Lily arrived in the kitchen, she grabbed a piece of toast right after it popped out of the toaster and plopped down in the chair furthest away from Petunia. After nibbling a bit on the toast, Lily's emerald eyes fixated onto her mother and asked, "So why did you call a family meeting?"

Her mother, Rose Evans, glanced at Lily's father, Steve Evans, silently telling him to answer instead. Mr. Evans answered, "Lily, Petunia, we are tired of hearing you two bickering all the time! Petunia, Lily is your younger sister! She never changed when she received that letter! There is no reason to call her the names you do! And Lily! Just because you sister says some mean things doesn't mean you have to retaliate with more insults! You two used to be the best of friends! A letter cannot change that! Therefore, your mother and I believe you two should have some quality bonding time together before the school year. You each may invite one friend over for the next week. However, you are meant to be together at all times. No separating to be with your friends! Do you both understand me?"

"Yes, Dad," the two young girls replied, eyes cast downwards.

After they were excused, Lily raced up the stairs to write to her best friend, Alice. Scrambling to retrieve her forgotten quill off the floor, she shoved her Transfiguration assignment away and wrote:

Dear Alice,

Come quick! Mom and Dad are forcing Tuna and I to have quality sister time! Luckily they consented to inviting a friend over, perhaps they know the outcome if Tuna and I were locked in a room for a week together. One whole week! Can you believe it? You simply MUST come! I won't be able to survive without you! PLEASE say you'll come!

Anxiously awaiting your reply,

Lily

Lily scanned her letter quickly and then beckoned her owl, Galadriel, to her. The tawny bird opened one cerulean eye and blinked out her. Galadriel then sleepily glided onto Lily's disorganized desk and looked at her owner pointedly as if to say "What?" Lily then tied her letter onto her beloved owl's skinny leg and whispered, "I know, I know. You were sleeping, and I should be murdered for waking you at the ungodly hour of noon, but can you give this to Alice? I'll get you some lunch for when you return." Galadriel flew onto Lily's shoulder and affectionately bit her ear and then proceeded albeit lazily through the open window.

After gazing after her owl, Lily tumbled into her fluffy bed for a well-deserved nap. After all, Transfiguration homework by itself is enough to tire a teenaged witch. Add the horrible notion of spending an entire week with her dreadful sister, and Lily was one tired witch! Therefore, it did not take long for her subconscious to take control and for her to peacefully slip into a dreamlike state.

So, what do you guys think? This is my first fanfic, but don't go easy on me! Critisize or praise, just no flames, please! Tell me if you think I should continue with the story! It's 2:35 AM right now and this fanfic is the outcome of my insomnia right now so it might not make any sense! Sorry! I'll take a look later and perhaps make it coherent when I'm fully awake!