A/N: Hey all, this isn't my first fanfic, but I haven't done a whole lot of stories, so I'll do my very utmost best to make this somewhat interesting. Also, despite Rowling giving us the years the HP books take place, it's not really specific in the books so I'm gonna us some reference of the present time in this Lily/James story, since I don't know about the era they lived in and just because I can. And of course, any thing you don't recognize-person, spell, whatever-belongs to me. Enjoy! Oh yeah….I did a one shot thing some time ago called "How Do I Love Thee" so some stuff is prolly gonna come from that I guess.

Prologue

"LILY WILLY!"

Not today. Of all days why today? I thought. Sighing, I turn around to see a very rambunctious seventeen-year-old James Potter running up to me. "Hello, Potter. What do you want? And how times do I have to tell you not to call me that?"

"Oh, somebody's got her knickers in a twist," James said, giving me that irresistible, yet cocky smirk of his. "And before you tell me off or hex me-'' Oh he knows me well, the wanker-"I just want to congratulate you on becoming Head Girl."

I stared at him. I was touched, really I was. When an insult didn't follow, like usual, I figured he was sincere. "Why, thank you Potter."

"Was that an actual 'thank you' I heard?" James asked, mockingly. He whips his head around, calling, "Somebody contact the Daily Prophet! Lily Evans is actually being nice to James Potter!"

"Oh hush," I said, rolling my eyes. "Have you seen Tessa and Maggie? We got separated getting off the carriage."

James ran a hand through his already messy hair and nodded, "Yes, I just walked by them. They were looking for you too. They said they will be saving you a seat."

"Oh good," I said, and I pick up my pace to get into the Great Hall. It had started to sprinkle a little rain and I was suffering from a head ache and exhaustion and wanted to hurry to be with my friends. Then in the corner of my eye, I see James hurrying to keep up with me.

"You know what?" James said, taking a cautious peek over his shoulders every few seconds, "I think I will walk with you."

"What? What about your gaggle of worshippers? I'm sure they'll want you grace their presents, Oh Mighty Quidditch Hero."

This time, James rolled his eyes, "You're a riot, you know that? My so-called 'friends'," James makes the bunny quotes when he said friends; I hate it when people do that, "decided to ditch me among the 'gaggle of worshippers'."

This made me laugh. Anything that made James uncomfortable made me laugh. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't hate James, no matter how many times I threatened to curse his manhood off, but he can be the most selfish, irresponsible, insufferable, cocky, reckless pug on earth. But I guess it's the girlish side of me that makes me not hate him too much. I mean, if you saw how good looking he is, you wouldn't hate him either. He loves the attention people give him, just so long his fellow 'Marauders' are with them. No one knows why, but one of the few things that make James uncomfortable is making him face a horde of hormone-driven teenage girls alone. So whenever this happens, he searches the corridors to pester me, seeing that the girls will leave him alone if he's with me. It is a well known fact that James has a humongous crush on me and keeps asking me out, most likely because I am the only girl above fifth year who has refused him.

I found my friends Tessa Hart and Maggie Williams towards the middle of the Gryffindor table, and they just so happen to be sitting next to the Marauders. Now I suppose you want to know about them aren't you?

Well, Tessa is originally from the states. Her family decided to move here when she was eleven, just in time to receive her Letter. They were all shocked, seeing that Tessa's family is muggle. She is short, but taller than me, with a lot of spunk. She has blue eyes and brown hair, a lovely combination in my opinion, and a splash of freckles on her cheeks and nose.

Maggie is quite possibly the shyest person you will ever meet. But despite that, she can be quite random that it can be really funny. She's the tallest out of the three of us, with black hair and brown eyes, and she has these chipmunk cheeks that make you just want to pinch.

Of the Marauder's, there is Sirius Black. He is James's partner in crime when it comes to pranks and being a pain in the butt. He has thick black hair but it is cut in a way that makes you think of Tom Cruise from Top Gun, with the blue eyes to match. He's tall, with a nice body. I only know that part because, as a joke, the Marauders shoved him out of their dorm room fifth year. If you are wondering, 'Boxers or Briefs?', let me save the trouble. It is neither.

Then there is Remus Lupin. He is the brains of the group. Any complex pranks that pops up that requires actual thinking, all his idea. He has light brown hair and gray eyes and possibly the sweetest boy you could ever meet. He is a Gryffindor prefect and very smart. Remus always has this tired look in his eyes and he is never as rowdy as his friends.

As for Peter Pettigrew, well he is not very bright. Don't get me wrong, he can be very witty sometimes-and I stress sometimes-and he does have the best grade in History of Magic, but he lacks the qualities that the rest of the Marauders have. He has baby-soft, mousy brown hair and watery blue eyes. He is short, around 5'7 or so, and slightly towards the pudgy side. I pity him sometimes, as James and Sirius tend to push him around sometimes.

But last of all, there is James Potter. He is the ring leader of his little gang. People always assume I hate his guts and wish him dead, with all the time I have hexed him for all the stupid things he's done. He is the most arrogant twerp in our year, being one of the best looking boys in our year—and he knows he is good looking. James has messy black hair that won't stay down, always sticking up in every direction; and he also has the prettiest hazel eyes ever. Since James is Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team since second year, he has quite the body.

We were all sitting at our House table, waiting for Hagrid—wait, what was that? You want to know about me? Well, ok. I am quite short, at 5'0 even. I have green eyes and red hair with a temper to match. Some people-ok James-would say that I am a feisty little witch, which can true, that is if I had enough Pixie Stix to consume. I am at the top of my year at Hogwarts, with James, Tessa, Remus, Maggie, and Sirius right behind me. Oh yeah….I should mention I am muggle born with loving parents and a wanker for a sister.

Anyways, the Sorting Hat that Prof. McGonagall had placed on a stool at the front of the Great Hall began sorting first years to their respective Houses. Veruca Bucket was the first one to be placed into Gryffindor. She is quite a cute little girl. She has brown hair and brown eyes and seemed a bit small for her age. When the Sorting Hat yelled Gryffindor, I noticed the Marauders were extremely pleased with the outcome.

Making quite a bold move, Veruca skips past the front of the table-which is where first years always go to when they are just sorted-and squeeze in between James and Sirius. So, being the responsible Head Girl that I am, I said, "Hello," and I give her my warmest smile.

Veruca is quick to return the smile, "HI! I'm Veruca Bucket. I am James's second cousin and he's told me tons about Hogwarts! I was soooooo excited about getting my letter. Everyone in my family has been assuring me that I would get my letter, but you could never know. I can't wait till I start Charms, because James would always let me look through his old school books and Charms is by far my favorite!"

James laughs, "Don't mind her Lily, she is quite the bundle of energy. I am quite sure you…." James stops as he notices Veruca's jaw slack and eyes widen.

Veruca looks at me to James and back to me. "Is your name Lily Evans?"

Not understanding what was going on exactly, I nodded, "Yes, I'm Lily Evans."

"NO WAY! You're THE Lily Evans! Wow! You really are pretty! James told me..", before she could finish, a blushing James Potter clamps a hand over her mouth, and Sirius, Remus, Peter, Tessa, and Maggie all start laughing.

"Hehe," was all I could say. Fortunately, Maggie speaks up and changes the subject. "So, Lily, who's the Head Boy this year?"

I roll my eyes and sigh in frustration, not even noticing how the Marauders seem to have taken a sudden interest in the Great Hall ceiling. "Believe it or not, the stupid wanker didn't even show up for the Prefects meeting."

"No way," Tessa exclaims.

"But it has to be one of the prefects from our year, wouldn't it? And then there'd be a replacement prefect for whoever made Head?" Maggie asks, which is true, as fellow Gryffindor girl from my year was Catherine Foster.

"It is supposed to be so, I mean the only new faces are the new prefects for fifth year," I reply.

"But didn't James tell you?" Veruca asked.

Suspiciously, I glanced at James and look at the first year, "What is James is suppose to tell me?"

James, blushing harder than I had ever seen him so, went, "Now Vee, how 'bout you hush for a bit till the Feast starts?"

"What is going on that…?" But I was cut off by Prof. Dumbledore clinking a spoon on his goblet.

"Welcome," Dumbledore says, "to a new year of Hogwarts. First off, I would like to introduce you this year's new Head Boy and Girl. Would Lily Evans and James Potter stand please?"

Nonononononono! This can't be right! I kept thinking. Slowly, I stood up. I wonder how silly I must have looked, gaping at Dumbledore like a fish out of water. I snuck a look at James and he is blushing and trying to get Sirius to stop whistling and cat-calling. As we both sat back down and Dumbledore began talking, I could only think one thing:

THAT STUPID WANKER!

Well, I hoped you liked that is good enough for a prologue. If I get enough reviews saying how much you like it -hint hint, nudge nudge- I can try to continue on. So…REVIEW!