Hey wonderful, amazing, spectacular readers! I'm pathetic. I really, truly am. Once I saw just how many people had put me onto Story Alert/ Favorite, I started whimpering. No joke, I really did. I should totally be the poster child for self confidence. But when I went to go check my story traffic, what really amazed me was not the amount of people who read the story (which was a lot), but the variety of countries that my readers are from. So each chapter, I will dedicate it to the readers of a certain country. This chapter I am doing two countries, because I have never heard of either, and I have one reader from each of these countries. So this chapter is dedicated to my readers from the Federated States of Micronesia and the Isle of Man.

DISCLAIMER: I am not J.K. Rowling, otherwise this story would be published and a bestseller, I would have millions of dollars and I wouldn't have killed off Sirius.

"Wha- What do you mean Lily's going to be living with us?" sputtered James, after he regained his composure, though Sirius was still standing there, just as shell-shocked as ever.

"Well, where did you think she was going to live? By herself?" Mrs. Potter responded, treating her son like a three year old who was too incompetent to thinking for himself.

"Why would she be living by herself? Last time I checked, most people live with their family." James said, since he was still oblivious to the fact that the answer was staring him straight in the face. Lily began to concentrate on the ground, intent on studying every crack and crevice of the floor because of the blush that began to creep into her cheeks.

"Didn't she tell you? Her parents died in a Death Eater attack, and her sister blamed her for it and kicked her out." The last sentence was not said in the condescending tone that she was using earlier, but a quiet, pitying voice. When Mrs. Potter noticed that this shut James up, she said, "I'm going to take that as a no."

Once James got over his initial shock, he said, actually sounding like he really, truly cared, "God, Evans, I'm so sorry. Why didn't you say anything to us?"

Lily glared at Potter, lifting her head up from cement, "Look, I don't want any of your sympathy. I'm over it by now. And anyway, why would I tell you about anything personal? We're not exactly friends, Potter, in case you haven't realized. You've embarrassed me far too much already." This shut James up again; he wasn't expecting her to be so cold and emotionless about this.

This time, Mr. Potter decided to speak up. "Lily, I'm James' dad, it's nice to finally meet you. You're all James talks about in his letters. 'Lily still won't go out with me, I don't get why. I keep trying to impress her, but she calls me arrogant. How can she think that I'm arrogant?'" He said in a pretty good imitation of James' voice, and then stuck his hand out for Lily to shake it, which she did. "I must say, nobody's ever had this effect on James and Sirius before. I've never seen them go so long without talking or blowing something up. Having you in the house might not be so bad after all."

"Yes, it really is wonderful to meet you, Lily." she crooned, giving Lily a big bear hug. "Tonight after dinner, we must bring out baby pictures of James. He was such a cute, chubby little baby."

"Mom, please don't. Spare your son." James said, whose cheeks were now a hue that was similar to a ripe tomato.

"That would be lovely Mrs. Potter. And Mr. Potter, don't expect this silence to last. After all, all good things must come to an end." Lily said, with a vindictive air to her voice, since she was going to see James Potter being embarrassed, which never happened in school.

"No, no, Lily, call me Elaine, and my husband Jack. And don't worry about James harassing you while you stay at our house. I have plenty of stories to tell about James, and even some ones about Sirius. James, do you remember the one with firewhiskey at our annual Christmas party?"

"You wouldn't."

"I would, I can, and I will." Mrs. Potter, No, Elaine, was obviously well versed in playing her son's games. "So we were eating our dinner at our Christmas Gala, and there must have been at least fifty people there, and James, who was nine at the time, reached for his goblet of pumpkin juice and accidentally grabbed his neighbor's firewhiskey. He drank a big gulp of it, but as soon as he realized that it wasn't pumpkin juice, his spit it all down the table. The Minister got soaked."

Lily, who was doubled over in laughter, only was able to regain herself when she heard her say 'minister'. "Do you mean the Minister of Magic?"

"Of course," she said, giving Lily a confused look, "who else would I be talking about?"

I knew that the Potters were important, but Merlin, I didn't know they knew the minister.

"Uh, nobody." Lily said, hoping that they would just let it drop, which they did.

"So, are we ready to go? We're the last people here, and I'm starving." Mr. Po- Jack- said.

"Definitely, I feel like my stomach is caving in on itself," said Sirius, while rubbing his stomach erratically.

"Sirius, you had two of everything on the cart. How can you possibly be hungry?"

"Lily, I'm a growing boy. I'll starve without a constant supply of food, which is currently waiting at the Potter Manor."

Potter Manor? How rich are they?

The group of five headed to the barrier between the Muggle world and the Magical world, and filed out one by. After they got out of the station, Lily was shocked to see the way that they would be arriving at the Potter house, which was a magically enhanced car that looked like it could have held only four of them with no luggage, but expanded to have room for all of them comfortably with their trunks. Turns out, the size was not the only way that the car was enchanted. It was a bit like the Knight Bus, but not so nauseating, and they appeared at the Potter's doorstep in a flash.

They all climbed out of the car, and Mr. and Mrs. Pot- Jack and Elaine- had whipped their wands out. With one flick, the mahogany front door flew open, and their trunks zoomed out of the back of the car and up the stairs, stopping in each of their bedrooms. Then they flicked their wands again, and the car raced away without anyone steering it. Lily was so enamored by all of this, that she didn't notice that she was the only person left standing outside.

"Lily, come in, dinner will be out soon."

Lily broke out of her stupor and looked at the house that was sitting in front her. No, house was an overstatement. Mansion, manor, or even a castle would be the only terms that could possibly do it justice. She took slow, light steps toward the towering house, since she was a little, no, a lot, freaked out by the size of their personal home. Once she got inside of the manor, she realized that the outside was nothing compared to the interior. The house was decked out with cathedral ceilings, chandeliers encrusted in thousands of microscopic precious gems, and the furniture was made out of the finest materials that galleons could buy. She felt like she was inside of a museum, and a security guard would arrest her if she dared to even touch anything.

"Mistress Lily, please leave your shoes at the door. Penny has just shined the floors for your arrival, madam."

Lily looked down to see where who the squeaky little voice belonged to, only to see a creature that was wearing only a raggedy, old pillowcase, and shrieked. "What- what is that?"

"A house elf, what else?" replied James, who was standing breathless next to Sirius. They had obviously just run up to their respective rooms, and back down the multiple flights of stairs at the smell of dinner cooking. "Oh, I forgot you're Muggle- born. A house elf is kind of like a servant that comes with the house, since they do all the cooking and cleaning. The reason that they all wear those pillowcases is because giving them actual clothes sets them free. Our family isn't a huge fan of enslaving them, but they enjoy hard labor. They tend to think that it would be a disgrace to their family to be set free. But as Sirius said earlier, our stomachs will not fare well if we do not get some food in us, and I'm pretty sure that dinner is ready." Both of their stomachs growled simultaneously as if to agree with him.

Dinner was one of the meals she had ever had in her life, including all the ones that were served at Hogwarts. The meal was filled with tender, juicy steaks, plump chicken breasts, mashed potatoes, and things with names that she couldn't pronounce. Her shorts that she had changed into on the train felt uncomfortably tight, not unlike the feeling that one would get after a Hogwarts feast. Even though she felt drowsy from all of the food, she got up to begin on the dishes, like she did every night at home.

"I can do kitchen duty tonight, if that's alright with you." She was met with another one of the many blank stares she had gotten from his family. "Well, at my house, we would take turns doing the dishes after meals, but I can do it every night if you want."

"No, Lily dear, the house elves do the dishes. I must say, it's so weird to have a child who actually offers to do housework." Mrs. Potter said, and Lily left her dirty plate lying on the table. It felt odd to just leave her dish, and not get yelled at. Not, that she was complaining since she felt exhausted and desperately wanted to go to sleep. She began to head up the stairs that the boys had come down from earlier, but realized that she had no idea where her room was. Mrs. P- Elaine- noticed her confusion, and said, "Top floor, first door on the right."

Lily began to run up all stairs, but eventually resigned to walking up them, since the top floor meant going up three long flights of the wretched steps. She finally got to her room, red faced and breathless, and opened the wooden door. She was shocked by her new bedroom, since you could have fit three of Lily's old room into this one, and furnishing it must have cost at least ten times as much. An elegant chandelier hung from the ceiling, strands of crystals cascading down and glimmering in the light, and a king size, four poster bed sat proudly at the back wall of the room, like a king's throne at the front of the table. It had crisp scarlet sheets and gold and red comforters, with the fluffiest pillows that could ever exist. She changed into her pajamas, threw that day's clothes into the hamper, and quickly fell asleep while being swallowed up in the ginormous bed.

Lily woke up early the next morning like usual, since Petunia always took forever in the bathroom and had to beat her to it if she wanted to shower before ten. Turns out, the bathroom was the door down the hallway on her side. She was no longer surprised with the elegance of the bathroom, since she had resigned to the fact that everything in their mansion would look like it came out of an interior design catalog. She heated up the shower until it was steaming, took off her pajamas, and climbed into the bliss of the shower. She quickly washed her hair and body, and conditioned, and got out, so as not to use up all of the hot water, forgetting that she was in a wizarding house and they would not run out of hot water. She squeegeed out her soaking wet hair in the shower stall, then stepped out and grabbed a fluffy white towel, and soaked up the drips of water that were running down her body with it. Then she wrapped the towel around her like a dress, threw her pajamas in the hamper next to the sink, and opened the door to the hallway. What she saw made her shriek and almost drop her towel.

"Nice outfit, Evans. You should dress like that more often." James said, amused, and was staring at a place that was clearly not her face.

"You scared me, Potter! I almost dropped my towel." She was currently trying to pull the towel down, since it only came down to mid thigh, but realized that it would be reciprocated by showing more on the top half, and resigned to trying to find a happy medium.

"Yes, that would've been a tragedy. We should have yelled 'Boo!', shouldn't we?"

"Yes, we should have; then we would get to see what those school robes hide. Not that your current situation leaves much to the imagination," replied a smirking Black.

"Merlin, you two are so perverted, and I have to live with you guys for the rest of the summer. Would you mind leaving me alone for once?" growled a peeved Lily, and she swiftly ran off to her room and locked the door.

She quickly got changed into shorts and a tee shirt that were much less revealing and headed down the never ending stairs to breakfast. The house elves served them scrambled eggs and pancakes with sausages; another meal that could rival Hogwarts. Lily was careful not to indulge herself too much, since she didn't to be too weighed down in case she was going to do something that day. Much to Lily's dismay, even though she didn't know it yet, there was something that was planned.

"So, are you guys ready for a nice, healthy game of Quidditch?" Elaine asked

"You bet we are! We're going to kick your butt this year. But wait, what team will Lily be on?" James replied.

Quidditch? Lily thought to herself, since she was never exactly the best at flying. She preferred to have solid support beneath her feet at all times.

"You're team, of course, since the game is always kids versus adults. She can use your old broom from last year."

"Um, I really don't need to play, since I would make the teams uneven. I can just watch." Lily cut in unsurely, hoping that they didn't notice the pleading tone of her voice.

"Lily, don't be silly, of course you'll play. After all, James and Sirius need all the help they can get. My wife and I could've played for England if we wanted to, but we chose to be Aurors instead, and we still haven't lost any of our skill."

They headed outside, and it really was a perfect day for playing Quidditch, with bright blue skies and huge, pillowy clouds. James grabbed five brooms from the broom shed, and handed Lily one that said Nimbus 800 in elegant gold engraving on the handle.

"So, everybody can take a couple of warm up laps around the yard before we get started," yelled Mr. Potter, and everybody but Lily mounted their brooms and flew up toward the sun.

You can do this Lily, It won't kill you. You can do this. Lily hadn't told anybody other than Hestia about her fear of heights, and it was coming back to bite her in the bum. She had never actually flown before, because she was too scared to even get off the ground during flying lessons in first year. She gingerly put one leg over the broom, and pushed off, thinking for one fleeting moment, I did it, I'm flying! Lily must have thought that it took much more force to become airborne than it did, since the sudden acceleration shocked her, and was now sixty feet above the ground, and hanging on to her broom with only one hand and foot. Her first instinct was to yell for help, but didn't want Potter to get the satisfaction of her needing him. They were all levitating over in one corner of the yard, and didn't notice her, so she tried to swing herself back up onto the broom, which failed dismally. Now the only thing keeping her from plummeting to her death was one hand, and she had no other choice than to call for help.

"Help! Somebody!" yelled Lily, and James noticed her dangling from her broom first, and raced over and grabbed her. He pulled her onto his broom, and raced toward the ground, and set Lily down on one of the chairs that were sitting outside.

"Lily, what the hell happened?"

"Imfradohitsadonohtafly" mumbled Lily incoherently.

"What was that?" James asked, and was now surrounded by the rest of his family.

"I'm afraid of heights and don't know how to fly." She was staring at the ground, blushing, since Lily hating having to admit weakness to Potter.

"That's why I don't remember ever seeing you fly before."

"Yeah, I never even got off the ground in flying lessons." James and Sirius tried and failed to hold in laughter at her statement. "It's not funny! Really, it isn't!"

"That's why you looked so anxious when we mentioned Quidditch. You should have said something, and then we wouldn't have made you fly," said Mrs. Potter.

"That and I don't know anything about Quidditch."

"Well, surely you know something about Quidditch, because of the games at school." Sirius said, still biting back laughter at her flightlessness.

"No, I've never been to a Quidditch game." Lily said matter- of- factly.

That caused Sirius and James to shriek, as Quidditch was practically a religion for them.

"You've never been to a Quidditch game before? How could I have loved you for so long and not noticed this horrible mutation?" asked a horrified James.

"Never in my entire life, and I don't get how you could have loved me for so long after the constant rejections."

"I never thought that there could be something so wrong with someone so perfect. I bet you've never been drunk either." James said with a smirk on his face, which grew into a look of pure shock when he saw that Lily's face was turning a bright tomato red."

"You've gotten drunk before?"

"It was once, Potter, once. And I will never do it again."

Sirius groaned and said, "Why not, Evans? Getting drunk is fun."

"No it's not when you start to ramble off things that you would prefer that the general public did not know." Lily said.

"What would some of those things be? You can tell us, Evans, we won't tell anybody," prompted a devious looking James.

"No, I know you guys, and you would tell the entire Hogwarts population."

They continued on with their banter for a little more, before they decided to have another go at their Quidditch game, but leaving Lily happily out of it this time. The rest of the day went uneventfully, with Lily fending off the boys rude remarks, and being feeling like she was royalty, with the lavish meals and gold encrusted everything.

Right before Lily was about to change into her pajamas, James cornered her.

"So, my birthday is in a couple of weeks, and I know what I want from you."

This couldn't be good. He would probably try to get her to go out with him, or kiss him, or do something else.

"I want to see Lily Evans drunk."

"No, No, No, No a thousand times no. I will never get drunk in front of you."

"It's my birthday, and you owe me from last year." Lily groaned, since Potter had gotten her a gold bracelet coated in sparkling rubies for her birthday.

"I really hate you, Potter."

"I know."

This was going to be an interesting birthday for Potter.

Wow, this chapter was long. It would have been up sooner, but my mother decided I need to get more sleep, so she started taking away my computer for the night. Hopefully she'll forget about it soon, so I can write more often. Nextly, I probably won't have any new chapters up for a couple of weeks, since I have to write a one shot for a writing competition, and I'm forcing myself to stop writing fanfic until I get it done. Then I'm going away for a week, and will have just about no time to write. And last, I started thinking Flatmates. Should I do a sequel to this story? Should I not? Tell me in your REVIEWS, which you better do, Have a Great Summer Then Eat Rice(It started with me calling my friend a hag during math, then she changed it to HAGS and the I changed it to Hagster, and then the term was born) and Don't Forget To Be Awesome!