Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all things associated with Harry Potter, thus I do not.

A/N: Can anyone guess when this happens? think about it...I'll tell you at the bottom.

She ran as fast as she could, as fast as her feet could carry her. She didn't know where she was going, only that she needed to get away, far away. Her tears started to trickle down her cheeks and stung her face. The wind whipped through her red hair and caused her to cry more. She panted hard and her legs were starting to hurt but she didn't stop. She finally slowed down near the edge of the lake and put her hands to her knees to rest on. She looked around and found a large flat-surfaced boulder to sit on. She quickly heaved her stack of books on it as well. She buried her face in her hands and cried hard, in both anger and hurt. Why did he say that? WHY? So she was muggle-born, why was there such a stigma on that? She thought that racism only existed in the muggle world but it appeared to exist in the wizarding world too. That…Snivellus…she only tried to help him! That big-headed Potter and his mates were torturing him! Apparently help was unappreciated to snakes such as Severus Snape. Maybe that Potter was right about him…POTTER! She fumed at the thought of him. She lifted her head off her lap, which was soaked through with tears.

'Crap', she thought. There was a smudge of mascara on it. The little make-up she wore and it ruined her new skirt. She vowed to never wear make-up again. She let her head tilt back and breathed deeply through her nose. The wind lifted her hair back and the mist from the lake sprayed onto her face. That helped her cool down a bit.

'I must look a right mess', she thought bitterly. Potter probably didn't even really fancy her at all. She must be another trophy he wanted, so he could put her up on his mantle with all his Quidditch ones. Well he can't have whatever he wants, not her. He probably didn't even care about where she was…

'Why do I care?' She thought angrily. He—her thoughts were interrupted by a hand on her shoulder.

"Get your hands off me Pott—" Lily started, but it wasn't him.

"Hello Lily, I like the compliment but no—I'm not James," Remus Lupin stared at her with a smile. She took a deep breath and wiped the tears from her face.

"Compliment? You call me mistaking you for your prat of a friend a compliment?" she spat irritably. She hated being rude to Remus, but she was just so angry. Her lips were pursed and her brows knit.

"He means well Lily, just give him a chance…after all, if he's friends with me he can't be that bad right?" Remus gave her a lop-sided grin. Lily relaxed her face and bit her lip.

"You're right Remus…I'm sorry. I shouldn't take it out on you. It's just—he makes me furious!" Lily said exasperatedly, "but…anyways, what about you? Have things gotten better? You know…with the scratches?" she asked him sympathetically.

Remus looked at his feet and frowned slightly, "Well, they don't hurt as much," he looked up and smiled weakly, "thanks to your potions. You really are a gifted witch, and a great friend." Lily turned pink slightly and returned his compliment with a slight smile.

"You don't have to thank me, it's what friends do," she said, waving a hand in the air. Remus nodded.

"Can you help me with my potions paper later?" Remus asked. Lily agreed to meet him in the library at 7:00 p.m. What time was it now? She really needed to get a watch. After watching him leave she slowly got off the rock and trudged back to castle. She felt unpleasantly dirty and decided to take a shower. She was just about to step through the portrait-hole when she realized something…Potter would surely be in the Gryffindor common…and she did not want to run into him. Accio bathrobe and clothes! She whispered, as her things magically flew into her hands. She was a seventh-year prefect and it had its uses, she could unwind in syle. She crept back down the stairs and was just about to enter the prefect's bathroom when a hand stopped her. She abruptly stopped and looked up at the long pallid face of Narcissa Black.

"Going somewhere Evans? Oh yes I forgot…you're the new lavatory cleaner aren't you?" She said, sneering. Her lip slightly curled upwards. Lily's jaw tightened.

"Get out of the way Narcissa, you know perfectly well that I am a prefect as well," Lily said assertively. Narcissa's nose turned upwards as her long black hair fell around her face.

She snorted, "Yes that's right, a Gryffindor prefect, what did you do? Save someone? Puh…"

"Yeah that's right…and what did you do? Gain your merit by joining the dark side?" Lily retorted, looking her in the eyes. Narcissa scowled and raised her wand. Lily suddenly grabbed her throat, as if invisible hands were clamped down on her. She choked to speak but remained silent. The spell that Narcissa had apparently put upon her snapped off, and Lily fell in a heap on the floor. Narcissa walked away and just before leaving the hallway turned to face Lily.

"That's what happens when you disrespect a Black."

Lily stood up, coughing and gagging. She immediately ran into the bathroom and drank water. She was horrified and yet not surprised. Narcissa Black hadn't heard the last of her either, she decided. She stepped into a warm bath and let her tense back muscles relax. She headed off to dinner in the great hall after she got dressed and her friend Aurora waved her over. She smiled and sat down next to her. She didn't want to admit it but she knew she had eyes on her…and she knew whose eyes they were. She looked James Potter squarely in the face as she looked up from her potatoes. He was sitting down the table a little to her left. He smiled and his hand immediately shot up to his head to mess up his hair. In his attempt he unfortunately knocked Frank Longbottom's drink right out of his hand. He fumbled and tried to clean up the mess, a rather futile attempt really. Lily raised her wand and muttered a spell to clean up the mess and James lowered his head, turning slightly pink.

'What a git…' Lily thought, as she smiled and turned back to her friend.

A/N: give up? I didn't think so. lol. You guys are smart. But for those who didn't get it, it takes place right after "Snape's worst memory" in OotP, when Lily runs away from the marauders after they torture Snape. The only thing is, I kinda moved the part to their seventh year, when it actually happens in their fifth year. BTW lily's smilehint. Stay tuned for more on the future Potters and please review! I need feedback! Thanks.