Okay, really sorry I haven't updated in a while! I had exams and then I just never got round to it! I would say I'll update sooner next time but I'm going on holiday soon and will not be updating for a few weeks. Sorry!

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Harry was woken very suddenly the next morning, although at first he didn't know why. He lay there for a few minutes, wondering whether he should get up or not, when he heard whispering coming from almost directly above him.

"I still don't like this,"

"Yeah, you've said. And we didn't listen."

"It's his first day, come on."

"Yes, and we are simply preventing him from becoming late."

"Come on Moony, you know you want to."

"Fine, but I'm not getting involved."

"You couldn't have just said that at the beginning? Okay then, on three: One, two, "

Harry, still half asleep, registered the meaning of these words a second too late. A bucket load of freezing water cascaded down upon him just as he spun out of bed. Unfortunately he forgot to factor in his bed hangings, resulting in a very tangled up and wet Harry lying on the floor while James and Sirius roared with laughter.

"Very funny," Harry grumbled as he disentangled himself, "Hilarious. Now I am going to leave before I can come to anymore harm."

With that he took his school robes out of his trunk and walked into the bathroom, shutting out the Marauders' continuing shouts of laughter.

Once they were all dressed and ready to go, the five of them headed down to breakfast, where Harry received his timetable. He was taking Defence against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Potions, and Charms. He also took Care of Magical Creatures because James was taking it on his own and he wanted the chance get to know his father.

After stuffing themselves on sausages, bacon and eggs, Remus, Harry, James and Sirius left to Transfiguration, whilst Peter scurried off to Divination.

The four boys made it to the classroom without much difficulty (unless you count the incident involving Sirius and two suits of armour) and quickly entered the classroom five minutes early.

As it was already two weeks into term, Harry had to take a seat at the front of the class, away from the Marauders who were seated at the very back of the room. The only vacant seat was positioned right next to a certain red head.

"Hi," Harry said as he sat down next to Lily, who was immersed in her text book. She looked up at him, green eyes meeting green.

"Oh, hi. It's Harry, right?" she said, smiling warmly at him. He could not stop looking at her. Even at seventeen he could see the woman who smiled at him out of the Mirror of Erised, who protected him in the graveyard, and who stayed with him 'till the very end.

He was suddenly aware that he had been staring at her for quite some time now, and that she was looking rather uncomfortable.

"Yeah. And you're Lily?"

"That's right," she said, going back to her books, "So I noticed you've been hanging around with the Marauders then."

Harry grinned inwardly, now he would get to hear her (probably negative) opinion on his father. He knew from Remus and Sirius that she had started liking him in seventh year, but he wasn't sure when in the year. It would be funny to watch though.

"Yeah, I guess. They just showed me around and we share a dorm room."

She grimaced up at him.

"Do yourself a favour, don't get involved with them. They are the biggest bunch of arrogant, bullying, egotistical, moronic toe-rags I have ever had the misfortune to meet!"

Harry's eyebrows had raised and an amused smirk had appeared on his face during his speech.

"I'm sensing a bit of dislike here,"

Lily snorted into her textbook.

"Remus and Pettigrew are okay I guess. Even Black isn't too bad. But James Potter, argh, he's just, argh!"

"Okay then," said Harry, amused, "I get the idea,"

At that moment Professor McGonagall entered, and the room fell quiet.

"Today we will be continuing to transfigure animals into inanimate objects – we will be turning piglets into desks." She said briskly, turning to face the class, "Miss Fortescue, if you and Mr Smith could hand out the piglets – don't be silly girl, they won't hurt you!"

Harry grinned, remembering his first transfiguration lesson ever, where they watched McGonagall do exactly what they had to attempt now, but his smile slid off his face as he recognised the girl now squealing as she held an oinking piglet at arms-length. She was one of Lily's friends from dinner yesterday, but he hadn't paid much attention to her with his mother sitting beside her.

Now however, he couldn't see how he'd missed her. He knew her face well, although it was much rounder and more healthy than he had seen it in real life. The pictures didn't do justice to how much she looked like her son, Neville. His heart sank as he realised that Alice and Frank, like his parents, barely had four years to live normally.

"So, do you like transfiguration Harry?" Lily said as she received her own piglet, "were you good at it in Durmstrang?"

Harry considered the two questions thoughtfully.

"I liked it," he started slowly, "but I don't think I really tried hard enough. What about you, you seem pretty clever?"

She blushed and smiled at him.

"I'm pretty good," she admitted, "Nowhere near as good as Potter, but never tell him I said that!" She glared threateningly at him.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Harry said, miming zipping his mouth shut. They both laughed, but were interrupted by Professor McGonagall.

"Miss Evans! I think you and Mr Otter should get started unless you want a detention, Mr Lupin has already made a start on his!"

Harry twisted in his seat to see a partially transformed piglet dragging around it's behind which had turned into the back half of a small desk.

Hiding a grin, Harry turned to concentrate on his own piglet. He had managed a whole conversation with his mother without embarrassing himself!

By the end of the class Harry had transfigured his piglet into a bright pink desk that squealed occasionally, but he was pretty pleased with himself, he had managed to befriend both his father and mother within one day!

As he was packing his books away, Lily caught his arm.

"Harry, I was wondering if you wanted to do your transfiguration homework with me tomorrow night? We could help each other out, my friends never want to do their homework before the day it has to be given in."

Harry could not believe his luck.

"Yeah, I'd love that," he said, grinning, "Tomorrow at 7 okay?"

Lily smiled at him.

"Yeah, I'll see you in the library." She said as she slung her bag over her shoulder and walked out of the room.

Harry was grinning as he followed her. Life was good.

Meanwhile at the back of the class…

Good lesson today, eh, Prongs?" Sirius said as he levitated his books into his bag, "Pretty easy."

"For some of us," Remus replied sourly, "Others had to actually work!"

Sirius waved him off. "You got it eventually," he said dismissively, "me and Prongs are just cooler than you, aren't we Prongs. Prongs?"

"What's he doing?" James asked, glaring across the room.

"What's who doing?" Sirius said, following James', "It's just Harry – oh."

"How dare he talk to Lily!" James fumed, "I specifically told him she's off limits!"

"Calm down James!" Remus said, "He sat next to her, she's probably just being polite."

"Yeah…Yeah that must be it." James said, looking calmer, "she's probably just giving him advice."

Just then Harry's voice carried across to them.

"Yeah, I'd love that, tomorrow at 7 okay?"

As one, Remus and Sirius winced and turned to look at their best friend. James stood with a furious and hurt expression on his face, turned, and stormed out of the room, leaving his bag behind.

Sirius sighed, looking after him.

"Poor James," he said to Remus who was picking up James' bag, "to see a friend be asked out by the love of his life." Sirius then glared at Harry who was leaving the room with a stupid grin on his face.

"I bet he enjoyed torturing James!" Sirius said, "I cannot believe I thought I liked him!"

"Now come on," Remus replied exasperatedly, "This is probably just a big misunderstanding!"

"There's not many things 'I'd love that, see you at 7' can mean Moony" Sirius argued, "She asked him out, and now he has to pay."

Remus sighed. Sirius' current expression was one he had come to expect before a lot of detentions came his way…

So there it is. If you have any ideas on what should happen next please tell me in the reviews.

A few things to consider.

1. Should Remus hate Harry or continue to be friends with him?

2. What should the Marauders find out first - Parsletongue, Patronus of something else?

3. Who should find out who he is first and how?