A/N: to see Lily's "miraculous happenings", check out my one-shot, Who Wants to be Ordinary? I strongly suggest you read it before this to see how Lily was as a child. (The only difference is that Alli is muggle-born in this story.) The idea for this fic came to me in English class, because we were talking about destiny, which, go figure, I don't believe in. However I thought it would make an interesting story. GO REVIEW! )

7 Years Later

Lily Evans was not your average girl. Odd things happened around her, miraculous things. Even her looks were exotic: bright, deep, reflective green eyes and wild red hair. She lived with her mom, who had grown up in Ireland, her 20 yr old brother, Joe, and her 18 yr old sister, Petunia. Her dad had bailed on them when she was 10.

She was 17 and in her seventh year of school at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a place her mom had at first been reluctant to let her go. Merci Lewis Evans had grown up believing in magic with all her heart (AN- how can you not in Ireland?), but she wasn't sure if Hogwarts was real. Afraid of it being a hoax and breaking her daughters heart, she had arranged a conference with the deputy head-mistress Professor McGonagall, who told her there were other children like her daughter. Her only other condition to Lily attending the school of magic was that she go to a muggle school during the summer, just in case she needed something to fall back on.

Lily spent the summer in their modest two-story house outside of London. She worked at a day-care with her best friend Alli.

Alli Landry had been Lily's best friend from birth. Their mothers had been best friends, and they lived 5 houses away from each other. They did everything together, and could practically read each other's minds. The day Lily got her Hogwarts letter, she was filled with mixed feelings. She was so happy that the magic world existed, but torn because there was no way she could leave Alli. They met each other half-way up the street, both crying and clutching identical letters- They were both witches!

Now in their seventh year, the girls were still inseparable. The only thing they disagreed on? James Potter and the Marauders.

The marauders were a group of boys, four to be exact. They fancied themselves class clowns, real funny guys. Lily fancied them idiots. James had unruly black hair that he constantly messed up to make it look windswept. His hazel eyes and Quidditch body made him look irresistible to most girls, but he drove Lily crazy. He was just so conceited!

Then there was his right-hand man, Sirius Black. Sirius had long but amazingly neat black hair, casually cascading into his eyes, which were a smoky gray. His face was amazingly handsome. Next was Remus Lupin, who's company Lily enjoyed. He was sensitive and caring, yet fun all the same. With sandy hair and happy, light amber eyes, he was usually smiling. Last (A/N - and least!)was Peter Pettigrew. He had small, watery black eyes and mousey hair, and followed his friends around like he worshiped them.

Ever since the first time he had seen her, at their sorting in first year, James Potter had been absolutely enchanted by Lily Evans. He had tried to impress her at their first feast by leaning in to kiss her- which received a tart smack in the face. Still, he had never quite forgotten the feel of her lips- so soft! and her scent- so flowery! And Lily had unfortunately never forgotten her anger.

It was Christmastime at Hogwarts, and time for the feast. Lily and Alli always stayed, and this year, to Lily's disgust, the marauders were staying also. By some sick twist of fate, they were the only six students staying this year besides some grumpy Slytherins who kept to themselves.

"Lily," James said, his mouth full of pudding.

"What," she grunted through clenched teeth. She thought she saw her headmaster chuckle, but he hastily coughed into his napkin when she went for a closer look. "Why won't you go out with me?" the main marauder asked for what seemed like the 900th time. "You're the only girl I know who can resist my charm," he said, food still tumbling around in his mouth, visibly mixing with saliva.

She gave him a patronizing look and went back to discussing dress robes with Alli.

"I mean, you're Head Girl, Lils," Alli said. "Couldn't you arrange some kind of dance? I didn't buy these robes for nothing. Maybe talk to Dumbledore?" Alli's gray eyes were twinkling with mischief, and Lily knew she was up to something. There was no way her best friend was pulling for a dance because she bought new dress robes.

The thing with Alli was that she was always up to something, which is possibly why she got along famously with the marauders. They were always up to some kind of prank, and Alli thought they were just the most hilarious group of boys ever. Lily, on the other hand, thought they went a bit too far sometimes. Like the time they had hung Frank Longbottom upside down and pantless from the astronomy tower for a good 2 hours? Too Far.

Lately, Lily had the horrid suspicion that Alli was scheming something against her alongside the marauders. Namely a certain Quidditch captain who was hooked on a certain red-headed prefect.

This wouldn't have worried her so much if the group wasn't made of the most reckless people Hogwarts had seen since Salazaar Slytherin himself.