The Makings of Destiny

By: NM Rizzuto aka Gremlin15

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, therefore, Lily, James, Sirius, Emmeline, Dorcas,Remus, Hestia, Peter, and many last names are not mine. Some characters, such Paula, Kerina, and McClaggen are mine. No events in this story were created solely off of my imagaination. In other words, everything that seems familiar was written by, or is related to the world created by, one JK Rowling, and I do not wish to infirm on any copyrights by creating this story for my sole enjoyent. All chapter names and any quotes found in chapters were said from either Napoleon or Winston Churchill.

Summary: Before there was Harry, there was Lily and James. Lily never expected to do anythign great in life. She just wanted to live her life. To have some fun. But sometimes, just sometimes, the most unsuspecting person is the main character in the shaping of the Destiny of the world. Sometimes the world's fate really is in the palm of your hand. Lily is about to find all this out. LilyJames MWPP fic.

Chapter 4: Attack of the Golden Snake

You must not fight too often with one enemy, or you will teach him all your art of war.

Finally, we arrived at Hogwarts. Emma, Dorcas, Alice, and I were talking about Quidditch, I wasn't good at it, but I still loved it, when suddenly two hands captured Alice in a hug. She let out a shocked squeal, but after turning around and seeing it was Frank, she settled into the embrace. Frank and Alice had been going steady since Alice's fourth year and Frank's sixth. Frank had graduated a few years ago, but he would meet Alice for every Hogsmeade weekend and was somehow able to visit her on the weekends.

"Come on Lils, Kris, Emma," Hestia's voice was heard through the crowd, "Let's find us a carriage." Kerina Brewer and Ginger were right behind her. Kerina was Hestia's cousin and the two were very close. Kerina was in sixth year at the time and was dating Andrew Lovegood, a Ravenclaw in my year. We found an empty carriage and began our trip up to the castle.

The sorting ceremony passed rather quickly. No one I knew was being sorted, so I just zoned out until the ceremony was over. Once it was, Dumbledore gave his regular speech and introduced James and I as Head boy and girl. We stood up and smiled shyly before sitting back down. The feast began and we spent the rest of the night talking with our friends.

The next day, Remus, Alice, and I were the first Gryffindors to breakfast. We waited quite a while for the rest of the seventh years to show up before swapping schedules to figure out who had what. It turned out I shared every period with James and Emma while Alice spent most of her time with Remus and Ginger. Peter and Sirius shared classes with both Alice and I, along with Dorcas.

Our first class was Potions. Now James and I both hated potions, where as Emma didn't really mind. We entered the room expecting the worst; instead we just got a substitute. Strange, I thought, Jerkins is never late.

Professor Jerkins had been teaching Potions since James' mother went to school here. Jerkins was a strict old lady and Head of Slytherin. She was as cold as ice and showed no love to anyone. It was sickening really.

"Hello class," the substitute began, "My name is Professor Slughorn, I have been given the opportunity to replace Professor Jerkins as Potions master and Head of Slytherin. My predecessor decided to retire last year."

He paused, allowing all of this to sink in, "Any way, would everyone please open their books to page one and begin to read. I want a three foot summary of the first five chapters by Friday. Tomorrow we will be reviewing some basic potions."

I took out my book and began to re-read the chapters I had finished in July. Once I was done I began the essay. James already had a foot written. I wanted to smack him. How was he able to write a foot when I hadn't even started? Emma just stared at us, bewildered at our process, before going back to her reading.

Finally Potions was over, though I do have to say it was much better than any other potions class I had ever been to, and James, Emma, and I made our way to our next class, which happened to be History of Magic.

Sirius and Dorcas were in our class for Charms, unfortunately so was Narcissa. Just as we entered Black spilled out a bunch of insults, mainly about my blood, Sirius's traitor-ism, and James being a blood-traitor. It was actually quite amusing, butSirius didn't seem to agree.

"At least I know how to be a good friend!" Sirius bellowed at her. Narcissa turned to face us, an icy glare on her delicate face.

"At least I know how to stay loyal to those who raised me!" Narcissa shot back, "At least I don't leave people all alone and make them feel worthless."

"You're right," Sirius said. I thought I was going to have a heartattack. "You make them feel worthless and you never leave them alone!" Ah, good, I thought he'd lost it for a second there.

Curses flew back and forth, several grazed by me and Emma but nothing too serious. I was then hit with a slicing charm, courtesy of Narcissa. I whipped out my wand and performed some very complex charms, leaving Narcissa glued to the floor with blue goose coming out of her frozen mouth.

Unfortunately, Professor Slughorn saw my little community service act. "Miss Evans!" he called out. I turned to face him. "Miss Evans, that was a beautiful display of Charms work. Would you like to join me for tea during the next Hogsmeade visit?"

I just stared at him dumbly. Who was this guy? Teachers are usually strange, but this one took the cake. "Um…sure, Professor," I replied, what else could I do.

"Excellent. Meet me in the Three Broomsticks around two," Slughorn stated. Then he ushered us off to class. Emma, Sirius,and James laughed at me the whole way.

The rest of the day passed quickly. We had a Perfect's meeting that night. It ran pretty smoothly besides a few disturbances from the Slytherins. As James and I made our way back to the Heads' common room, my hand brushed his a few times and I had to look away each time so James wouldn't see me blush.

I wondered if he would ever understand how much he meant to me. I wondered if he would ever give up his crush and really love me.