A/N: Hey it's me! Sorry about the crabby note last chapter, my braces had really gotten me. Sorry about the long wait foe chapters, but I should be uploadeing my next one within a few days. Enjoy! And R&R!

-Hermione-lilypotter1234

Chapter 9- Fellowship of the Phoenix- Summers End, Werewolf Mysteries, and Blushing

After the Quidditch game all was noise and introductions for Lily. It wasn't until 12:30 that night before she fell on her bed completely worn out.

The next morning, a gentle hand shook her whispering her name.

Lily…Lily…Lily

It wasn't until she rolled over and opened her eyes that she found bright sunrays ejecting through the open porch doors. Mrs. Turner (or Elizabeth as we now call her) had come to wake up Charlotte and Lily.

"You two better get up, it's nearly ten o'clock sharp. I'll go get some breakfast for you two, and you can eat out on the deck."

As Mrs. Turner left, Lily heard Charlotte plop back onto her bed, and roll under the light sheets once more.

She must not be a morning person. Lily concluded, stifling her giggles, and she set to getting changed before Elizabeth came back.

Eventually, Charlotte got up, changed, and sat on the deck with Lily until Mrs. Turner came back with breakfast, and a newspaper.

"There you go," Elizabeth said, "Some pancakes and homemade jelly, with fruit fresh from the garden, and orange juice. I also brought the Daily Prophet just in case. And Charlotte, no eating pancakes without a fork, it's bad manners."

Charlotte rolled her eyes. Lily giggled and thanked Elizabeth before spooning some fresh strawberries for each of them.

"Thanks." Charlotte replied as Lily handed her a plate, now stocked with fresh fruit and a quarter of a dozen pancakes.

"No problem, what's in the Daily Prophet anyway?"

"Most of its boring stuff, like the most recent attacks, or the newest fashions, tips on how to live safe…"

But Lily was hardly listening. A moving photo on the front page had caught her eye, and the title she found very intriguing.

"Howls in the Night," The caption read, "Are we as in control of werewolves as we think we are?" And Lily began to read.

Throughout the article, the author mentioned a series of facts about werewolves, and even names. The number one thing they dwelled on was on a particular werewolf named Fenrir Greyback, a leader of a growing union of vicious werewolves.

He himself was said to be mad, and the next up for most feared magical being. Next after "He-who-must-not-be-named".

Lily had heard of Greyback, surprisingly in one of her Healer's books. Though somehow she couldn't recall exactly what it had said. As the article continued it went on about how a victim of an attack of a group of werewolves, had claimed that claimed he heard a plan of these werewolves while captive. A plan of something to do with a group of children, though his memory defied him any further knowledge.

"…Hello! Lily have you heard a word I've said, we need to hurry so we can go with my mum to Diagon Alley and check out the new broom models! What's the matter anyway? You look a little pale, you should eat something, besides my mum makes the best strawberry jam."

Lily ate as Charlotte commanded, but her mind was still focused on the article. But why would a werewolf coming looking for my friends and I? I'm probably just nervous about going to school. And her worries were set away, for now.

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The next few days went by quickly, filled with multiple breakfasts on the deck followed by invitations to Potter Manor for tea, and many Quidditch matches, until Lily was the most fought over player. The girls had seen Emma a few times, and had been informed Maggie was nearly better. An invitation arrived at Turner Manor one day, in fancy burgundy writing.

"Willam!" Elizabeth shouted upstairs to her husbund, "The Potter's have sent us an invitation to their End of the Summer Party, and we need to reply soon. Do all the children have fitting dress robes? I'm going out today to get some more, and I don't wish to make multiple trips. Disapperating isn't safe these days." And lucky for Mrs. Turner all of the family needed new dress robes so she simply measured them, and left abruptly with Anne and Lydia.

At that moment, Emma came to call, and Lily and Charlotte explained the whole thing. Emma went on about the lovely clothes people dressed in there, and the beautiful dances they had, when Lily exclaimed she didn't know how to dance. And Emma immediately set to work.

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"James dear, stop messing with your dress robes, and I see no need for you to slick back your hair. Such frivolity is useless, I could never do anything with that head of yours anyways!"

James sighed as his mother bustled about the house in her emerald dress robes. It was always a stressful time for her, the last minutes before their annual End of the Summer Party, the night before all the children left for Hogwarts. Maybe Sirius could help, now that he wasn't in a dazed state anymore.

As he neared "Sirius' room", he heard whistling through the crack in the door.

James entered.

"Hey mate, need something?"

"I was just wondering if I should slick my hair back with one of those weird hair slacking spells. Think I should try it?" He said cleverly.

"Brilliant! But why would you want to slick down your hair? You've never cared if it hung over your face, or tilted to one side, or-"

"I get it!" James shouted, hesitating, "It just-well-it sounded cool."

Sirius grinned brilliantly, and there was a slight pause. "I know that face that's the face you made at Emma when you first met her! Do you still like her!" Sirius faked a gasp, and made a girly squeal.

"JAMES AND EMMA SITTIN' IN A TREE, K-I-"

"Sod-off Black!" James retorted, "It's not her, she's your girlfriend! It's… it's…somebody…somebody else." He hushed, and turned his back to Sirius.

Sirius stopped, "Sorry mate, couldn't resist. In times like these you'll need a good sense o' humor. Now, tell Sirius all the yucky, lovey, ooey-gooey stuff, starting with who she is."

James raised an eyebrow at Sirius, and looked away, mumbling.

"L-ly –va-s"

"Who?" Sirius questioned only catching pieces of what he'd heard James say.

"-i-y E-a-s"

"What?"

"LILY EVANS!"

"WHAT!" Sirius yelled, but not completely surprised.

James turned, but Sirius caught him by the arm, smiling widely.

"Nice choice." He said, and passed in front of James.

James stood there rooted to the spot. She was a good choice. ("And don't slick back your hair! Sirius shouted.)

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As the guests arrived James sat next to Sirius. At one of the tables decorated in baby blue tablecloths, and a vase of forget-me-nots.

"I'm going to check out the buffet, want t' come?" Sirius stood up,

"No thanks, I got t' check on Maggie anyway, mum's orders you know."

"Well than in that case I'll tag along."

(Upstairs) As James knocked on his cousin's door, it was immediately opened to a completely transformed Maggie, just as bright as before. She was decked out in a lavender gown of cotton with a long ribbon sewn on to the neck of the gown and tied in a bow by her left shoulder. It flowed to her ankles, and her hair was down in simple cascades.

"Hello handsome, and handsome." Maggie joked. "You two are looking dashing tonight."

"Thank you beautiful," James played along, "Are you taken for the night?"

"Sadly she is." Sirius stepped forward, and took Maggie's arm.

James looked after the two for a second, until smirking a bit, before making his way to the stairs where he was caught off guard by another beauty.

The Turner's, and Lily had arrived.

He rubbed his eyes once before gazing in disbelief at what he thought must be a different girl. However, the hair was the same, though maybe dressed up a bit more in the fancy bun with curlets flowing from the back. And the same green eyes with the mysterious luster, and the gorgeous figure gowned in deep blue silk down to her toes, with glittering seqins and that angel smile. This was Lily Evans.

However his dream suddenly turned to nightmare as none other than Scottie Turner stepped forward with offering Lily his arm.

He glared at them for a long time before deciding to go downstairs, and devise something he could do to gain his dream back.

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Lily stared at the wonderful open room she entered. The blue tables lined the walls, and people were dancing in the middle. She watched as Lydia entered the dance floor in her pink feathery gown with a boy she didn't know, and Emma, who waved a golden glove at her, did the same with what must be her elder brother. Emmitt pulled Charlotte toward the back of the room by her wrist, and she noticed Maggie dancing in the back with Sirius!

That bludger must have really done something. Lily thought. However, her wandering mind was interrupted as James Potter strode toward them.

"Good evening Miss Evans, Mr. Turner," He acknowledged each with a fake nod. "Enjoying yourselves, I hope." He spoke rather severely, though with a happy angle to his voice.

Scottie answered, "Yes Mr. Potter, we're quite fine. Is there something you needed?" Scottie was rather enjoying himself, he knew exactly what James wanted, for he wouldn't mind it himself.

"Er- Nothing, just hoping your evening…goes well."

Scottie smiled, raising his eyebrows. "Well if you wouldn't mind, I was just about to ask Miss Evans for a dance, if she would favor me for one."

James frowned, and stalked away.

"What's his problem?" Lily accused,

"No idea," Scottie lied, "But would you care to dance?"

Lily blushed slightly and took his hand as he pulled her fast to the dance floor.

James glared as he watched Scottie pull Lily around the dance floor for the next three dances. Finally Scottie left her side to get a drink, and she headed for the veranda.

James seized the chance, and followed.

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Lily stared at the purple majesty sunset, and rested her arm on the porch railing. She was completely oblivious to the visitor who had just arrived.

James, hoping for another chance at his first impression, gave a glance at the sun setting on the horizon. Then focused his thoughts on Lily, he turned to her smiling, though she still didn't notice him. Then he dared to speak.

"Nice view isn't it?"

Lily gasped silently, "I'm sorry, I didn't notice you were there."

"That's fine, the sunsets here can be pretty mesmerizing. It's happened to me before."

"Yes…mesmerizing." She said shakily. An awkward silence settled for a moment.

"You look really nice tonight," James tried to get a conversation going.

"-Um-Thank you." Lily stated shyly, now very uncomfortable.

"You play Quidditch really well too," he went on,

"Not as good as you."

"Well I have an unfair advantage."

"Well I suppose that might have a slight effect."

"Indeed it does, so you're probably better,"

"I could seriously doubt that."

"Why? Everyone was impressed by your performance before and during the first game, especially Scottie and well-"

"And what?" Lily asked, though she already had a small idea of the answer.

James turned his head as he felt himself blushing, "And well-um- all of us were really impressed." He sped together.

Now it was Lily's turn to blush. She knew what he meant though she was automatically saved as Charlotte, Emma, and Maggie came over.

"Have you been nice to our Lily, James?" Maggie asked with a joking edge to her voice, and James just grinned as Lily gave a caring smile. What great friends they had become in so little time, and they would be going to Hogwarts the very next day, together. And they all hugged each other.

When they finally let go of each other, James had become very uncomfortable, and three more boys had arrived, Sirius, Emmitt, and another boy Lily didn't know.

"Hey James!" The boy greeted, messing with his red hair. "Sorry, I'm late, Mum wanted to check on the Lupin's before we left, and sadly they can't come. Remus doesn't feel to well, but he says he will be on the train tomorrow. Says he wouldn't miss it for the world!"

"Hey Daniel," James answered. "You remember Maggie of course, and this is Charlotte Turner, Emma Willams, and Lily Evans. Ladies, this is Daniel Stone, and one of my dad's friends son. He's started Hogwarts last year. He's in Hufflepuff."

The girls all whispered their hello's, that is except for Charlotte how introduced herself as energetically as ever.

After Charlotte and Daniel finally quieted down, both real talkers apparently, the kids all went back inside and chatted at one of the tables near the veranda. By the end of the party Lily had danced a total of 12 dances, and was rather tired.

As Lily climbed into bed, she thought of the wonderful night she'd had, and fell asleep. Her dreams led her to a castle with wide doors, and she was flying on a broomstick with Maggie, Charlotte, and Emma. Then a giant Petunia appeared and grabbed Lily's waist in one hand. In the other was Lily's beautiful wand, crushed in pieces. Then she felt herself falling, and when she hit ground beside her were Maggie, Charlotte, Daniel, Emmitt, Scottie, a black-haired girl, and a blonde boy all dead, and in different forms. Maggie had a crushed green wand next to her, and wore sparkling emerald robes. The same went for Charlotte and the black-haired girl though Charlotte's were gold, and the girl's were violet. Daniel laid lifeless in solid black robes, Scottie in red, Emmitt in blue, and the final boy in orange.

She looked down at herself in matching white robes. Suddenly a shadowy figure burst in front of her with a horrible smile, laughing cruely, and she jolted awake, but the room was quiet, and still. As if only mocking her. What did it mean? She asked herself.

A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers! I'll try to upload more often!