Lily and the Maruaders
Chapter 1: Introductions
"Mum, have you seen my cloak?"
"Mum, Lily's running in the house again!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am no-"
"Girls, stop!"
"Sorry!"
This was a typical August 30th in the Evans' household. Their youngest daughter, Lily, was a witch at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Their eldest daughter, Petunia, on the other hand, was "normal." Unfortunately, this made Petunia think that Lily was a freak. Charlotte and Mark Evans tried to help their daughters get along, but they haven't succeeded yet.
"Mum," Lily called out, "have you seen Buster?" buster was Lily's pet cat. Her owl, Francine, was out flying.
"He's on the couch!" her mum called up the stairs.
"Thanks, Mum! She said, getting him. "I'm going to bed- big day tomorrow.'
"Alright, dear. Goodnight."
"Goodnight." Lily went up to her room and got changed. She brushed her red-gold hair, and put it in a ponytail, like always. She took her contacts out of her emerald green eyes and put on her glasses. Quickly, she checked her trunk to make sure she had everything, then went to sleep.
"James, get down here and start packing!"
"Mum, I can do it in the morning!
"No! You. Will. Pack. Now!"
"Fine- alright!" James Potter reluctantly flew to the ground and trudged into the house. He knew he should be packing, but he wasn't in the mood. He wanted to fly. It's not like he needed practice or anything- he wasn't Gryffindor quidditch captain AND lead chaser for nothing.
"Master James, do you need help packing? Tulie would be happy to help." James looked down to see his house-elf, Tulie, staring at him with her round, blue eyes.
"No thanks, Tulie. I'll do it myself." James ran up to his room to get his trunk from his closet. James began to gather his thing. He made sure he had all the essentials, like his invisibility cloak, his broomstick, and 'The Marauder's Map,' a map that he and his friend made of Hogwarts. He also made sure he had her picture, although she hated him now. They used to be best friends before he played the lake trick on her.
"Oh well. I'll make her like me again, I know it." James put the picture in his trunk and finished packing. By the time he was done, he felt dead on his feet. "Better get to bed." But before he fell asleep, he took one last look at the picture of Lily Evans.
