This chapter is dedicated to my friend Darlene, also known as Banshee Queen. Yeah she asked me to dedicate a chapter to her because she said she would dedicate a chapter of her parody to me. So go read her parody because it is good. I also want to dedicate this chapter to my other friend, Maree, who forced me to put this story on. But anyways. Review if you want to, I dont really mind.
Lily Evans opened her letter and sat down heavily on the arm of the lounge chair. One thought ran through her head over and over.

'I'm Head Girl!'

Lily shrieked and raced off to find her parents to tell them the good news. Her mother had gotten better after her accident two years earlier, yet still needed a walking stick as her right side was affected by the injury sustained.

"MUM! DAD!" Lily shrieked running around the first floor of the house. She found her parents sitting in the gazebo in their back yard drinking a pot of green tea. Emmet Potter abruptly put down his cup and rose when he saw Lily racing towards them, a sheet of paper clutched in her hand.

"Lily? What's wrong?"

"Nothing Dad. Absolutely nothing. Everything is absolutely and totally… Perfect."

"What happened?" Lily's mother asked gesturing her daughter closer for a hug.

"Well this is my last year at Hogwarts. And each year a seventh year girl and a seventh year boy get chosen as sort of like school captains. They're called Head Boy and Head Girl."

"How original." Lily's dad muttered wryly. Lily mock glared at him.

"Congratulations Lily." Lily smiled at her mother, pleased that she had figured it out already.

"Oh. You're Head Girl are you Lily-Flower?" When Lily nodded her dad enveloped her in a hug and ruffled her hair. "Congratulations."

"Thanks dad." Lily hugged her mother and was sitting down next to her when Petunia walked outside.

"Mum. Dad. Weirdo." She shot Lily a death glare then smiled lovingly at her parents.

"Petunia don't call your sister that."

"Sorry mummy. I have wonderful news."

"What? You finally got rid of Vernon." Lily asked hopefully glancing at Petunia. Vernon had visited practically everyday since Lily had returned home for summer vacation.

"No idiot. He asked me to marry him. And I said yes. Mummy I'm engaged." Petunia laughed loudly and displayed the tiny diamond on her ring finger. Lily sat back in her chair stunned.

'Petunia's getting married to that… thing. Oh my God. He's going to be my brother-in-law. Ewwww.' Lily smiled at Petunia and rose to give her a congratulatory hug. She froze when Petunia leant down to whisper in her ear.

"He doesn't know about you freak. I don't want to lose him so no funny business until after we're married. Got it?"

"Got it." Lily gritted her teeth.

"Well I think this calls for a celebration dinner. How about we go to a restaurant. Petunia you can call Vernon and invite him as well. Lily would you like to invite one of your friends?"

"She doesn't have any friends." Lily heard Petunia whisper under her breath.

"No thanks Dad."

"Alright then. Well go get ready while I make a reservation." Lily walked slowly around the garden, stopping every now and then to smell the flowers. She was staring at the ground when something made her look up. In front of her was the large oak tree her father had put a swing in for her when she was 8. She sat down on the swing and pushed off. She went up, then down, then up, then down.

"LILY! Are you ready yet?" Lily got off her swing and ran toward the house to get dressed.

Lily saw Vernon rise when she walked into the restaurant. He was wearing a black evening suit that only accentuated his bulging mid-section.

'Nothing like James'.' She thought to herself then smiled at the thought of Potter. On the train home he had been talking to Lily as they walked along the corridor together. Suddenly a door had opened outwards and he had gone sprawling on the carpeted hallway. Lily had laughed so hard before she could offer her hand to help him up he had risen to his feet himself and was standing there his cheeks flaming. She had then put her arm on his shoulder and apologised. Then she had been called by her friends and James by his and so they'd said goodbye and walked off.

"Lily?" she started out of her reverie and saw a waiter gesturing at a chair for her. She allowed herself to be seated, tucking the pale green dress, decorated with roses and ferns under herself and smiled around the table beautifully.

"Hello Lily." Vernon smiled at her, but Lily could see that though his mouth was smiling his eyes remained hard and flat. She returned the smile, ensuring that her eyes remained as cold as his were.

Lily tuned out her parents, her sister and Vernon as they started in on the pleasantries and the plans for the wedding. Lily looked around the fancy restaurant, and her face broke into a wide smile when she saw Carrie sitting at a table with her family. Lily interrupted Vernon and excused herself from the table. She wound her way through the restaurant and smiled when Carrie looked up and spotted her. Lily mouthed the word "Bathroom" to Carrie and walked off towards the bathrooms. Five seconds later as Lily was washing her hands Carrie walked in and pulled Lily into a hug.

"Hey Carrie. It's so good to see you again."

"Lily. It's great to see you again. I've missed you all so much." Carrie and Lily sat on a bench in the bathroom.

"So Lil, what's new with you?"

"My sister's getting married."

"To the blowfish?" Carrie was referring to the nickname Lily had come up with for Vernon.

"Yep."

"Sadness for you. What else?"

"I'm Head Girl."

"What? Congratulations. I always thought you'd make an excellent Head Girl. Congratulations. Don't you wish you had some butter beer to celebrate with?"

"Thanks Carrie. I've missed you so much. Now, what's happening with you?"

"Well nothing much. Not as exciting as a wedding or Head Girl. I went to Diagon Alley and saw James, Sirius and Remus. James asked me about you." Carrie glanced up trying to see what this would mean to Lily.

"Did he? That's nice."

"Yeah? He thought it was nice when I told him you got back together with Charlie."

"What! Carrie! How could you."

"So you do care about James Potter."

"I didn't say that."

"You're face did Lily. And don't worry I just told him that you'd written once and that your summer had sounded boring so far. I didn't say anything about Charlie."

"Good coz there's nothing to say."

"I know."

"Well I should get back to my family. I don't want to but I should. Ooo. You can see what Vernon looks like. Go outside quickly and look over near the door at the table of four. You can't miss them my sisters wearing a lemon yellow dress."

Carrie walked out and five seconds later came crashing back into the bathroom trying to hold back laughter. She collapsed onto the bench and held onto Lily's shoulder for support while she practically cackled with laughter.

"I should go. Now you know why the Blowfish is called the blowfish."

"Yep I do. I need a minute to compose myself. When I wave meet me in the bathroom and we can say goodbye properly okay Lil?"

"Ok. See you on September 1st Carrie." Lily walked out and slid back into her seat in between her parents. She saw that her food had been ordered for her and she tucked into the plate of salad and saffron rice with spiced chicken. After dessert Lily saw Carrie waving at her. Lily quickly excused herself and walked to the bathroom. She and Carrie said goodbye and walked out of the bathroom together. Carrie rejoined her family and Lily rejoined hers.

"James! Sirius! Your Hogwarts letters have arrived." Mrs Potter shouted up the stairs. Sirius Black had been living with them since the start of school in sixth year when he had run away from home. She heard thundering footsteps on the stairs and surmised that they were racing. Two boys came racing into the kitchen. Her son stood at 6"3 with a lean build like his father, yet more muscular than his father had been. His hair was as untidy as ever, she suspected that this was a ploy that all the girls fell for and his hazel eyes, almost the exact replica of hers shined with laughter and excitement. The other boy, her adopted son she had joked often, Sirius Black stood taller at 6"5 and lean and very muscular, his hair was black and cut shaggily; probably by Sirius himself, yet the look gave him a debonair charm that only Sirius could achieve. His warm chocolate eyes reflected much the same look as James' and his mouth was now curled into a smile.

"I won!" Sirius declared doing a victory dance.

"No way! I totally kicked you're a…"

"James Potter!" his mother warned in a cautioning voice.

"Sorry mum." James sent his mother a charming look and hugged her quickly.

"Here you go, take a cookie as well." Mrs Potter handed James and Sirius their respective letters and a chocolate chip cookie each. She watched as the two best friends walked out of the kitchen chattering away with mouthfuls of food. She turned back to the task of mending James and Sirius's robes.

"Yeah!" she looked up as she heard the shout of joy from upstairs and rose to her feet when she heard feet thundering down the stairs for the second time that day. James ran into the kitchen his face alight with joy and displaying a shiny badge in his hand.

"What?" James' mother looked mystified at her son and the badge in his hand.

"Mum. Dumbledore made me Head Boy."

"You?"

"Why do you sound so surprised mother?" James asked a hurt look flashing over his face.

"Well of course I'm surprised James. You and Sirius and Remus would have to be the biggest trouble makers in Hogwarts history and now you go and make Head Boy. But I am very proud of you." She pulled James into a giant hug.

"Thanks mum."

"Yeah thanks Mrs Potter. It is a great compliment to be acknowledged as the biggest troublemakers." Sirius ruffled his hair and sent a cocky grin at James' mother.

"Your bad Sirius Black. I think this calls for a celebration dinner. What do you boys want?"

"Chocolate cake!"

"Yes, I knew you would say that but I meant before dessert Sirius. James?"

"Lasagne?"

"Roast chicken?"

"How about Roast chicken lasagne?"

"Sounds good." Two voices replied in unison.

"Okay you two go relax. James, your dad should be home in two hours, then you can tell him the good news."

"Sure mum."

Mrs Potter heard the footsteps racing up the stairs and returned to the mending.