"How could she do this to us?" James asked, throwing himself into a chair. They were in the Common Room and discussing Lily.

"Well, it is kind of your fault she doesn't like us," Remus whispered.

"I can't believe you just said that! It is not my fault!" James half-shouted. He glared into the fire, then said softly, "okay, so maybe it is my fault… but I still can't believe she turned on all of us like that!"

"I did not turn on all of you!" Lily said, making the others jump. She had obviously heard talking, because it was 12:32 A.M. "Just James! Sirius, Remus, Peter, I still like you guys! I have absolutely nothing against you. Also, if you must know, Snape and Malfoy are both really sweet! I do not care if they are your worst enemies! I don't care if they're the whole world's worst enemies! They are still my friends, whether you like it or not… Sirius, don't you dare give me that look! I can be both of your friends, so cool it! And, good night!" She stormed up to her dormitory.

Over the next week, Lily hung out with the Slytherins. It really began to bug James, which was exactly what Lily had intended to do. Only in classes, except for Potions, was she not with them.

She'd made quite a few new friends in every house, but she found that she had the most in Slytherin. A few were still hateful and mistrusting, but over all, the first years really liked her.

Finally, Lily found herself in Herbology. She loved the class because not only did she have an amazing green thumb, but she also adored talking to her Hufflepuff friends.

Lily sat by a try that was packed with dirt, and Mary, Miles, and Gene soon joined her. Miles and Gene were both in Hufflepuff and were twins… Surprisingly, instead of hating each other, they shared everything and were best friends.

Professor Sprout entered the greenhouse and automatically began to speak. She liked to get down to business. "Welcome class. Today we shall be re-potting Mandrakes. Could anyone please describe what a Mandrake is to me?"

Lily's hand suddenly shot in the air.

"Miss Evans. Go ahead." Professor Sprout said.

"Mandrake- or more commonly know as Mandragora, is a key ingredient in the potion Mandrake Drought and, when mixed correctly, it can reserve a petrified being to their original state. Also, the cry of a Mandrake can kill."

"Correct! I could not have put it better myself! Fifteen points to Gryffindor!"

Everyone appeared shocked.

"Hey, smart one, how'd you know all that stuff?" Mary asked.

Lily smiled. "Lucius taught me the importance about caring for your grades… We've both been studying a lot and he's helped me out with the main things that the first years cover. Oh, hey, did you know that staring in a few years, they're not going to let first years practice this? The Wizard's Board of Education says it's too dangerous."

"Really?"

"Now- when pulling your Mandrake out of the ground, make sure you grasp their leaves tightly." Professor Sprout continued. "If you grasp to loosely, they can slip out of your grip, and, if you grasp to tightly, you can easily crush the leaves. Now, just as Miss Evans said, the cry of a Mandrake can kill you. As our Mandrakes are only babies, their cry will not successfully kill, but it can knock you out for several hours. So, we have earmuffs for you. Will everyone please come and get a pair? Good, now, when I tell you so, put your earmuffs on. When class is over, I will shoot red sparks into the air so you will know. Okay, earmuffs on!"

Pulling out and re-potting the Mandrakes was no easy task. It seemed that they didn't really like coming out of the earth, and they obviously didn't like going back in, either. When class was over and the red sparks were in the air, the Gryffindors made their way back to the common room to get changed and cleaned up. Next, they had Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"Okay, class," said their new teacher, Professor Swimmer. His classes were practically a joke. He was not a good teacher, and he was scared of almost everything, so he didn't really have much control. "Today we shall be practicing Lumos spell."

Everyone groaned. They all mastered the spell on their first day.

The Professor went to sit down behind his desk after pairing them up in partners, and, as soon as he did, ropes clamped tightly over him. On his forehead, a sticky note was stuck and it read:

I'm a little teapot,

Short and stout.

Here is my handle; here is my spout.

When I get a steam up, I will shout:

TIP ME OVER AND POUR ME OUT!

The class burst out laughing. Lily saw James give Sirius a high five. She silently said a spell, and the ropes and note disappeared. James shot her a look.

The rest of the day went by quickly, and Lily soon saw herself in to bed early. She was asleep before any of the other girls were even up the stairs.

"Lily-Lily, wake up!" Lily heard someone whisper. She sat up, but all of her other friends were asleep.

"Wha-what?" she asked.

"Lily, over here!" the invisible voice said from her right. Then, someone grabbed her arm. She had to stifle a scream. There was no one there.

"Lily, I'm wearing an invisibility cloak. I can't take it off now or I know you won't come with me! I'll lead you there by pulling on your arm."

"Okay, but, when we get there, you have to take it off."

"Deal." The boy's voice said.

He pulled her out of her dorm and into the common room.

"This is the house-elf's door. We'll go through there."

"Okay." Lily again said, having no idea where the door was. She didn't see one.

The boy led her to a bare patch of wall, and, suddenly, part of it swung out. It was a door, leading to a corridor. She craned her neck around to the front of the door and saw a brick that was slightly pushed in that was made for a handle.

He pulled her through the door. It shut its self, and she hardly heard it close because her leader was pulling her down another hallway already. In about five seconds, he had whipped her through a door on the right. Then, he stopped.

The door closed.

"Sit down." He whispered. Then Lily took her time to really look at the room. There were four big squishy armchairs, a Slytherin rug, posters of famous Quidditch players on the walls, a fireplace, and a bunch of tables. She went and sat in a chair, and looked around the room and then said, "OK, now, take off the cloak."

And so he did. It was James.

"How dare you bring me here!" Lily half-shouted.

"Shhhhhh…OK, will you please listen to me? Please?" he asked.

Lily glared. "I'm not in a good mood with you right now."

"I know." He said. "I brought you here…because… I want to apologize. Will you please listen to what I have to say! I don't have a girlfriend."

"WHAT?" Lily yelled.

"I haven't really had a girlfriend all year. I… I had to tell you that I did."

"Why? Why did you have to lie to me and hurt me like that?"

"Its just-Okay, you've got to listen to me. Sirius, he likes you too, well, at least, I think he does, and, anyway, he got all mad and said if I didn't… er… break up with you, he'd never talk to me again. He thought I have changed since I met you, and he didn't like that."

"Oh, so you do what ever Sirius wants! But, of course, I'm not as important as he is. Like he wouldn't get over it! You know what, I'm not sorry at all what my other friends and me did to you! I still believe you deserved it!"

James's mouth dropped open in shock. "What... you do? Why? How?"

"Do you really want to know why? Because if you really liked me, you'd be mad at your friend for black mailing you like that and we'd probably be a couple by now, but James Potter, I would never date you now! So if you're getting any ides about me and you together, FORGET IT!"

She stood up and left the room. She was sure she could find her way back, and she did. She dropped onto her bed, and the last thing she thought was:

I'll get myself gorgeous just to make him jealous so he can see what he is missing… again.