A/N: This has to be some sort of record, I'm writing each chapter as I go and I've put up 5 chapters the same day I started...

Chenelle: Yeppy, I'm a fan of yours! But I'm confusing myself because I'm watching about five Lily and James fics and my mind is mixing them all together... but I remember yours... dinky little fairies, honestly, I cracked up at that.

That was my first few days knowing that I was a witch. I can't put a whole heap of detail into this story of mine, or it won't be finished for another seven years. And, I'm sorry to tell, I don't have the patience for that.

I think it's fair to say that, after the first few days at Hogwarts, Potter and his little groupies and my friends and I became enemies. He didn't prank me, I was never sure why. But he played enough pranks to make me angry all the same. He learnt Wingardium Leviosa, the levitating charm, quite quickly and it wasn't long before people were watching their backs, just in case something random, such as a plate, a shoe or, god forbid, owl droppings flew into the back of their heads.

My friends and I seemed immune, however, but that didn't stop us glancing over our shoulders when we knew Potter and Black were in the room.

The fire was cracking merrily in the fireplace... why am I saying this? Well, anyway, it was. It was getting on to winter and I was studying in the common room. The others had all trooped upstairs but, me being me, I wanted to learn faster, be a little ahead, so that is why, at eleven at night, I was discovered pouring over book after book by Remus Lupin.

I looked up as he climbed through the portrait and froze. Catching the look on my face, he raised his hands in a sign of peace and grinned.

'It's ok, James and Sirius are the pranksters, not me.'

I was not easily fooled and, to prove it, I raised an eyebrow.

'Seriously, Lily.'

I think it was his use of my first name that changed my mind more than anything else. I nodded and turned back to my books. 'Why were you out roaming the castle so late?'

'Couldn't sleep.' He settled into the couch nearest to me

I remember chatting away to him for at least an hour. He took my mind off my work, which is quite a feat, and we became friends. It was his last comment as he finally headed up the boys stairs that made me laugh the most that I had in those uncertain last few days.

'You know, you're very nice... I should tell James it's safe to prank you after all...'

(Author interruption: God, I love Rove Live! 'Free sauce!')

Christmas came and went, and I returned different. My friends were worried, that was obvious, but how could I tell them that my sister had disowned me, told me that she wanted nothing to do with me... that she wished I'd never been born... It still hurts now.

I studied hard, learnt fast, and, unfortunately, fought hard with none other than James Potter himself for top student. It seemed like in no time, I was on the Hogwarts Express back home.

By the time third year came around, things were improving. I'd learnt how to deal with my sister. We just didn't speak. Easy. Sammy and I were best friends, Aoife and Hannah made up the rest of our infamous gang, a group to rival The Marauders, as they'd named their selves. Stupid. We were the complete opposite. I was seen to roll my eyes a lot at Potter and Black, who were the prime pranksters. I swear, if either of those two had pranked me... bam, right in the nose! And I don't mean my fist, more a spell.

Somehow, somewhere in the third year, I can't remember exactly when but I remember it clear as day, James Potter decided the other girls who fawned all over him were not enough. He wanted me. The one person he couldn't have.

'Evans! Go out with me?'

I stopped and whirled around. 'Huh?!' was all I gasped out.

'Will. You. Go. Out. With. Me.' Potter stressed each word carefully as if worried I didn't speak English. Well, honestly.

'Give me a break, I have taste.'

I turned and stalked off, my hair in its' usual lose ponytail swinging against my back. This went on, all through the year. At least once a week he'd ask me and every time I'd come back with something different.

'Go out with me?'

'I'm busy.'

'Doing what?'

'Something not involving you.'

'Evans, go out with me!'

'Now, why would I do something stupid like that?'

'Because it's with me.'

'That's precisely why I will not do it.'

And on and on. It became like a routine.