Alright, chapter two! Yeah!

Just as a disclaimer. I don't own the Harry Potter characters, just a few of the friends and family. I'm not JK, because if I was I would tucked away in Scotland writing something awesome. And I wouldn't be writing fanfiction. Because I'd be too cool for that.

Alrighty then, on with the story!

Lily pulled her trunk onto the train, and called behind her, "Bye Mum! Bye Dad! Bye Perry!"

"Bye Wee!" called 3-year-old Percival Evans as he waved his chubby hands. His black hair, inherited from their father, was gooey with strawberry jam, from a pastry he'd been eating in the car. He didn't care, though, and was happily sucking on the ends, his hair being slightly overgrown.

"Good-bye Petunia," Lily said to her sister, considerably less warmly. Her sister pretended not to hear, as she checked her watch, and turned back to the car.

The train began to move forward, and Lily continued to push her trunk. She had made it past the first two compartments, when she heard a familiar, and thoroughly unwelcome, voice, talking to her.

"Would you like some help with that?" Without another word, her trunk began levitating forward. Lily turned to see James Potter, wand aloft, behind her.

Lily's face turned red. "I can do that, thank you very much," she said through clenched teeth.

"Forget you're a witch?" He smiled. But it was a new smile-strained somehow.

"I know quite well I'm a witch. I was just…"Lily began, but couldn't think what to say.

"I'll see you in a little while then. Don't forget there's a Head's Meeting in five minutes."

"The Heads…"Lily repeated, gaping at him as he turned around. It was only then, as it caught the light, that she noticed the Head's Badge on his chest. "Oh my giddy aunt. It's true?" But he didn't hear, and Lily was left to walk blindly down the train, bumping into others as she tried to accept this new development.

Lily reached the last compartment, claimed seven years ago, on her first day of school by herself and her new friends.

Who had already seemed to arrive.

"LILY!" Four arms, two heads, and two trains hit her as soon as she walked through the door. All she could make out was blonde and brown hair mixed, covering her own face.

"Guys! Guys, you're gagging me! Can't breathe! Death! I can see Death!"

"You're so dramatic, Lilykins! Aren't you excited to see us?" asked Marlene McKinnon, the train with the brown hair.

"You wound us, Lilyflower. Really you do. Not a kind word at all," pouted Katie Doyle.

"I've missed you guys, and you know it!" Lily laughed.

"Oh, I've missed you so much!" Marlene squealed.

"Oh, so much," Katie said, drawling sarcastically. "Don't believe a word she says, Lily. She had the best summer of her life, without us there. All she seems able to talk about is Ian Corman." She smirked.

Marlene pounced on her, and covered her mouth. "Hush! I was supposed to tell her! It's my news!" She smiled gleefully at Lily. "Ian surprised me by coming on my birthday. He didn't leave until a week ago."

Lily laughed and kissed them both on their cheeks. "I'm off to Head Girl duty."

"Do you know who Head Boy is yet?"

Lily sighed wearily. "James Potter."

"No bloody way!" her friends both squealed.

"Way. Anyway, see you guys later!" Lily waved and was off.

She made her way to the Head/Prefect compartment. James, of course, was already there, along with all the prefects. To her surprise, James and Remus, who had returned as prefect, weren't talking. Everyone else, however, was.

"Alright! Listen up!" Lily called out. She sat next to James. "James Potter and I have been selected as the new Heads for this year. We will now hand out your patrolling schedules, as well as your House passwords. It is your responsibility to tell your Houses the passwords, and no one else."

These were passed out, and Lily gave the prefects a strict lecture on behavior and responsibility. Finally, Lily turned to James, expecting him to say something. He wasn't even paying attention, but was staring at something in his lap.

"Potter," she hissed.

"Oh!" He stuffed whatever it was back in his bag. "Erm….I guess that will be all. We expect good examples from you lot. You may go now."

There was a shuffling as all the Prefects left the room.

Lily rounded on James. "All right! That is it! Were you even paying attention? I had to do that all by myself. Just a little help would have sufficed. But no, you were daydreaming! About what? Your next bloody prank on the Slytherins, no doubt? What in Merlin's name was Dumbledore thinking putting you," she poked him hard in the chest, "with us civilized people? To lead us even! If you don't straighten out, I refuse to work with you, and I will go to Dumbledore to ask for a new partner."

James took all this without blinking, and stared at her coldly. "Alright then, Evans. I guess I'll just go with all my uncivilized friends, now. I'll see you at school." And he walked off. As he did, a piece of paper fell out of his bag.

Lily, still fuming, picked it up, and began to read.

To the Family of Mr. Oliver Dean Potter,

We regret to inform you that Mr. Potter, while fighting for the cause against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, during an attack from the same at the Ministry of Magic, fell in action at eleven thirteen PM, October 30. We send our deepest condolences. Mr. Potter was an asset to the field of Aurors, and will always be remembered. If we can at all help, please contact us.

Our Sincerest Regrets,

Edna Olivary

1st Secretary to the Minister of Magic

"Oh, James, what have I done?"

"I don't know what I did!"

"Look Prongs. She's determined to see the negative in you," said Remus. "You just have to force her to see the positive."

"Oh, but she doesn't want to be around us "uncivilized" people," James said.

"Well, I think she's just being difficult! He did everything you told him, Moony!" Sirius said, a chocolate frog stuffed in his mouth. "Anyway, you're Head Boy. She has to be around you, mate. A lot. She hasn't got a choice." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Oh, shut-" but was interrupted when a knock came on the compartment door. It slid open, and Peter Pettigrew slid in.

"Hey, Wormtail! Where you been?" Sirius bellowed happily.

Peter mumbled an unintelligible reply, and sat next to Remus.

"Anyway, James, I think you may have a chance with her this year," Remus said supportively.

"Yeah, when she finds out my dad's dead, and she decides to poor all her civilized pity on me," James replied bitterly.

"Who?" Peter asked stupidly.

"Lily, you great, stupid dolt!" Sirius snapped.

"Why don't you just give up on her, James?" Peter asked, and James thought he heard a little hope in his voice.

"Don't be a prat Peter. I could never give up on her. She's special. She's the only one." He sighed. "I'll see you later."

And he walked out, with all his friends gaping at his back.

James was halfway to the front of the train, to get some snacks, when a door slid open and a greasy, hook-nosed seventh year stepped out.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't James Pothead," Severus Snape droned.

"How's it going, Snivelus?" James sneered. "Looks like your mum dumped you in a lake. Can't say I blamed her-"

"Don't you dare mention that blood-traitor!" Snape screamed. "That stupid woman who lowered herself to marrying a muggle!" He pointed his wand at James. "So, Potty, want to see Daddy? I can arrange that, after I play with you a bit….Cruc-"

"Expellariarmous!"

Snape flew back, knocked out cold. James lowered his wand, and turned to see Lily Evans with her wand raised. She was staring at the limp body with an unreadable expression.

"Erm.. Evans. Thanks." Her head shot up, and he nervously ran his fingers through his hair. "Well, I'll be going then-"

"Potter, I need to talk to you."

"Look, Evans, if it's about earlier-"

Then she shoved something in front of his nose: the letter from the ministry…announcing the death of his dad.

"Where-"he began, eyes wide with horror.

"You dropped it. On your way out of the Heads' compartment. I-I picked it up. I was angry…and I read it." It was said so quietly, he barely heard it. But he did hear it.

"I'm sorry James, I know I shouldn't have. But, can't we be friends? I'm really sorry…"

"Save it Evans. I don't want your pity. I don't want you to like me because my dad's dead. All I've wanted for years was for you to like me, but I wanted it to be for me. Not because you feel sorry. So take your pity and stuff where you see fit."

And before she could say another word, he was gone, leaving her gaping after him.

I had to take a lot of the cheese out of this one. I hope it's for the better.

This also has the first scene with Snape. I'm hoping to fit him in a lot more, as I've become a bit of a Snape-Lily-James triangle fan. But don't worry, I'm trying to stick to canon.

Again, reviews would be spiffy!

Love ya!

Hannah