Amazingly, Lily reflected, three years had gone by very fast. At the beginning of her fourth year, she turned pretty and started pranking the "Maurauders'" then in fifth year, she realised she was just as bad as them, but James... Potter wouldn't stop. His head just grew and grew. In the end, he had to buy a new broom of his own, because his mum refused to fix his old one.

Fifth year... Potter had hung stupid Snape up by his trousers. And contrary to popular belief she did NOT like Snape. She just didn't think anyone deserved that ridicule. Some thanks she got for it though, and POTTER. What was he thinking, asking her out like that? She did not like him, although most people thought that. That stupid cliché love equals hate.

Sixth year. Nope he still had the biggest head ever. To top the big head off, he started to sleep with all the girls he could. Lily HATED players.

Even over the years, she never really had a lot of friends. Just a couple from other houses.

And now it was seventh year, and she had decided to finally put their differences beside. She steeled herself, and walked into his train compartment. When she got inside, she saw the most disgusting sight she could possibly imagine. James Potter, and her best friend... Anne doing THAT. James had a sneer on his face that Anne couldn't possibly see.

'You bastard.' Lily turned and left.

'You can get off me now.' James said to Anne.

'Did it work?' she asked

'Yes it did. Evans hates me even more now.' He grinned, 'Didn't feel all that bad either now did it?'

'In your dreams Potter. Goodbye.' She turned to leave.

'Thanks for the favour.'

'Yes well the only reason I did it was because I owed you. Don't forget that.'

'I wont.

Anne was supposed to be her best friend. What happened to her? Lily realised she was definetly better off on her own. So much for friends always being there for you. Anne was a traitor, and had displaced her trust.

The train finally arrived at Hogwarts, and Lily took the time to savour her last arrival there.