Author's Note: Hey… this chapter is just like trying to get them to Hogwarts… it'll pick up soon… review if you like…

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters or anything, its all J.K Rowling's of course….

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Lily Evans sat up fast as lightening on the morning of September first. She wasn't sure what had disrupted her slumber so acutely, but she was sure it wasn't anything pleasant. She tried to remember what had happened, but all she could remember was darkness. Darkness, spiders, cockroaches, and…something else she couldn't quite remember. After exhailing deeply she let the remains of the nightmare disappear from her head.

Sweat trickled down her neck making her shiver, and she shifted her comforter off of her legs enabling her to slide them too the floor. Glancing at the alarm clock she saw the time was 7:28 am, far earlier than the usual time she forces herself out of bed. Every day she woke up at 9:40 because of the alarm clock she has set. That gave her twenty minutes to get ready for the day, and be downstairs at ten to take on the world.

"Argh," she groaned after looking around and finding clothes folded in neat stacks on the floor. She'd forgotten she had to finish packing for Hogwarts today. She took a quick shower, blow dried her hair, straightened it, put her make up on, and slid into her outfit for the day: khaki capris with a green ribbon belt, with a lime green long sleeve t-shirt.

Yesterday she'd washed all her clothes, folded them, and put them into neat piles on the floor. After putting her clothes in her trunk, then went her toiletries, hair products, make up, shoes, alarm clock, and the list goes on. Determined not to forget anything, Lily glanced around the room once more before slipping her feet into some wedges.

Might as well give myself some extra height on the first day… make me look a little more important to the first years… She thought to herself fleetingly before heading downstairs. It'd always been a source of displeasure to Lily that she was only five foot two.

When she reached the kitchen she glanced around and sighed, there were traces of her mother's presence everywhere. The tiles with quotes on them, the random pictures on the walls, everything just screamed her. Her presence had seeped into the walls, into the foundations of the house, and nothing would remove it. Clearing her thoughts she decided just to eat some cereal after seeing that it was already nine thirty. She had planned on her favorite, chocolate chip pancakes, but that would have to wait for another time. She was pouring herself some Trix cereal when she saw a note from her father sitting on the counter.

Lily,

Sorry, but I had to go to the office earl.

I can't take you to King's Cross, so

you'll have to ask Petunia. Have fun.

Dad

Sighing at the aloofness of the letter, Lily felt the familiar tinge of indifference she'd come to expect from her father. It had started when she met him after the Hogwarts express last year. It doesn't make sense for him to reject me, I didn't do anything wrong… Even her excitement at becoming head girl had been extinguished because of the lack of enthusiasm, support, and happiness she received from her father. She at least expected him to congratulate her, maybe be at least a little happy, but he just kind of gave her a look that said "and…" Shaking her head to clear the unpleasantries, she got back to the situation at hand.

"Shit," Lily said realizing the real problem the note presented. She'd have to convince Petunia to get her there somehow, and knowing Petunia it wouldn't be an easy task. Skipping breakfast, Lily ran upstairs to begin the impossible task of actually speaking to her sister.

Almost two and a half hours later she was dashing through King's Cross, sliding through the barrier, and, not even stopping, heaving her trunk up onto the train and leaping on after it. Two minutes later she felt the familiar rumble as the Hogwarts Express started to move.

"James darling, it's time to wake up." He heard his mother call to him from downstairs.

"bllhhhhhhhhggggghh" he groaned into the sheets as he rolled over in attempt to block out his mum and fall back asleep.

"JAMES POTTER GET DOWNSTAIRS THIS INSTANT OR YOU'LL MISS THE TRAIN!"

"Fine fine fine," James grumbled as he thumped out of bed and onto the ground. "No need to yell so loud Mum, and plus it's eight thirty. That leaves me two and a half hours to get ready and to get there… WHY ARE YOU WAKING ME UP." He yelled down to her.

Glancing at the trunk the house elves had packed for him, he sighed, I don't even have to pack my trunk and she woke me up at eight thirty… the woman's mad… officially… He thought to himself as he forced himself to move toward the bathroom. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before so his motor skills were failing him. This should be a fun train ride he thought to himself as he turned the shower on.

The cold water actually improved his mobility and awareness more than he expected, and after washing his face, brushing his teeth, and attempting to comb his hair, he felt like a new man… or almost. He slid on khaki pants and a white button down oxford style shirt.

"Ah, finally ready then?" Sirius Black, James's best friend questioned him as he plunked down into his seat for breakfast.

"How are you awake so early?" James questioned him.

"Simple… I set my alarm last night, when it went off I simply rolled over, woke up, and turned it off. Then I …"

"Argh, too early…" He moaned, cutting Sirius off in the middle of his sentence.

"You shouldn't have asked…"

"Trust me… I know." And Sirius continued pestering James all throughout their breakfast of chocolate chip pancakes, James's favorite. Sirius had come to live with the Potters the summer before last. He'd finally gotten sick of the torture of being a member of a family that hated, harassed, and belittled his existence so much he was almost suicidal. James, being his best friend, after figuring out the truth about Sirius's family in the middle of first year had immediately offered for Sirius to come and stay with him. It'd taken until the summer after fifth year for him to finally give up on his family and move in with the Potters. Ever since he had started at Hogwarts the Marauders had been his real family, but he'd never really given up hope that his family would come around and accept him again. That was, until the summer after fifth year.

"Alright boys, it's time to get a move on." Mrs. Potter told them as they polished off the rest of their pancakes. "The house elves will bring your things down, but go look in your rooms to see if there's anything you forgot to pack, but be back down in five minutes." Ten minutes later Sirius came barreling down the stairs.

"Sorry Mrs. P, I lost track of time."

"Get a move on, at this rate we'll never get you two there on time." And she was almost right.