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3 months earlier...

"Get up, freak!" My darling sister's shrieking like a banshee in my left ear, as I try desperately to hide under the duvet, and I'm pretty sure my eardrum just imploded. "Owww..., burst eardrum. Go away Tuney. PLEASE ." She growls at the old nickname and tears the curtains open so sunlight falls across my bed. I burrow further underneath the duvet to avoid the blinding rays and groan. "Lily's closed... Come back later, when you don't sound like a strangled cat. I'm tired!"
With a snarl to rival a Chimaera's, my dear sister tries to rip my duvet off me with me still clinging to it, like some kind of demented sloth, so the duvet and I fall to the floor.

The duvet (lucky blighter!) lands safely on my carpet. I, however, crash headfirst into the bedside table.
"Oh my gosh, Lily, are you okay?" Petunia's panicking and through a haze of pain and confusion, I remember that's the first time she's called me 'Lily' all holiday.

I curse loudly, and my hand flies up to my head, where there's a horrible ripping pain. My hand touches something warm and wet, a surge of pain rushes through my head, and I bring my hand slowly down, breathing shallowly.
It's covered in blood.
"Holy Agrippa." I look at it in disgust. "Tuney, I'm leaking red stuff!"
This wound better not have give me permanent brain damage. I can imagine it at Hogwarts: "Alice, may you pass me that long stick-thing made of wood that we make sparkles come out of?"
"WHAT?!"
"No...I mean...LOOK!" I thrust my blood-covered hand in her face, and grin weakly as she pales.
"Breathe, Petunia. Breathe." she mutters to herself, and I can't resist making fun of her.

"Are you sure that you aren't the one that hit their head, Tuney?"
I smile at her astonished face. "I'm Li-ly, and you're Pe-tu-ni-a."

She scowls. "I was talking to myself, you freak."
"Did you know that talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity?"

"I'm not the insane one here."

Some ten minutes later, I'm sitting on one of the dining room chairs, whimpering as my mum wipes the long cut across my forehead.

"What even happened, Lily?" my mum sounds stern as she bandages up my head.
"I fell into the my bedside table."
She sounds amused. "What were you doing? Trying to turn your alarm clock off?"
"Something like that." I glare at my dearest sister. She woke up at 6:30. AM! The sun had like just woken up!

I know I have to go to Hogwarts today, but I can change in ten minutes and I packed yesterday.
At least give me until ten, people!

It's then that I remember:
"Oh...Mum...I got Head Girl."
There's a crash and the first-aid kit's contents rolls across the floor.
"What? You didn't tell us..." she mutters, sounding scarily hard to read.
"Well I was going to tell you! Yeah...then I forgot...so I was going to tell you this morning as I run out of the door, but I fell into my bedside table, so..."

There's a scarily long pause and then my mother gasps. "Oh this is excellent! I must go wake your father. Our darling daughter, Head Girl!" She glides out of the room, a bandage stuck elegantly to the bottom of her slipper.
I look over at Petunia, who looks like she's about to cry.

"Tuney, are you okay?"
"Splendid, most 'darling daughter'!" her voice is filled with scorn, but her eyes are filled with tears.
"Positively spiffing."

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"Bye! See you at Christmas!" I call as I scramble down the stairs towards the front door. Quickly shrinking my trunk, I shove it in one of my already full pocket and hold tight to my owl, Papilio, who squawks indignantly at the rough handling of his cage. My mum appears in the hallway with a piece of toast in her hand, and my dad waves from the couch. "Bye Lily! Don't forget to send your owl to us when you get to your dorm-"
"Ok!" I cry brightly; I hate goodbyes. Waving, I spin on the spot and focus on my destination: Platform 9 and 3/4.

With a loud crack, I open my eyes and look at the Hogwarts Express, and start jogging half-heartedly towards the nearest door. Grabbing the handle next to the door, I swing myself up and hit straight into the very boy I was trying to avoid.
Porcupine-Potter himself.

I mumble an apology and attempt to walk past him, but he spreads his arms out so I can't get past him.
"What!?" I grumble, but he just grins widely and winks at me.
"What did you do to your head, Lily?"
"Fell into my bedside table. And it's Evans to you, Potter."
"Ok Lily. What were you doing, trying to turn your alarm clock off?"
Despite my frustration, I grin as I remember my mother's reaction. "Something like that."
Suddenly, a loud whistle sounds, and I practically jump out of my skin.
"Excuse me Potter, but I need to get on the train to see Alice before the prefect meeting. Get out of my way."

He grins and moves out of the way, and then as I go to walk away he touches my shoulder. I spin around and look him directly in the eyes.
"What?"
"It's James."
"Huh?"
"My name. It's James, not Potter."
"I know?"
"So, you know, you could call me by it?"
He winks at me and walks into the nearest compartment, leaving me standing there, watching the smoke billow past the window.
What is going on?

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