A/N: Hello! This is my first Lily/James fic! It's not your average L/J fic, but it'll be good promise! Please drop a review to give me any advice, tell me what you like, don't like! Thank you, and I hope you like it!

Diclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Harry Potter.

5/13/12- I have made some corrections and added to this first chapter to improve it. Enjoy.

Lily POV

"Lily! Get up, you freak!"

My poor bedroom door burst open with a loud thud as my delightful older sister Petunia stomped into my room.

I should let you know, I'm fluent in sarcasm.

"Lily, get up! You're late enough as it is, and I need to drop you off at King's Cross to get you to the train! Wouldn't want to miss the train to your freak school, now would you?"She sneered, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder.

"Go away, Tuney. Sleep is a dear friend of mine, we're just catching up." I said, voice syrupy with sleep. If she would leave me alone, I could fall asleep again, and go back to my wonderful dream about Petunia's hair turning bright purple and being attacked by Nargles.

"Lily, you've slept all summer. Get up, we're leaving in half an hour." She ripped the blankets off my body cruelly, before attempting to pull me up.

"Petunia, gerroff! You're hurting me with your claws!" I said, slapping her hands away weakly.

"Claws? Excuse me, I just did my nails. Unlike, your horribly ruined buds, my nails are attractive."

I looked down at my fingernails which were virtually nonexistent. It's always been a habit of mine to bite my nails. And yes, it is perfectly acceptable for a sixteen year old girl to chew at her fingers, thank you very much!

"Shut it, Tuney," I said, looking over at my clock, before glaring back at Petunia. "Petunia! It's six thirty! Why did you get me up, the train leaves at ten! We don't have to leave until nine at the latest!"

I quickly laid back down in my bed, pulling the covers over my head, trying to block out my annoying older sister.

"Lily, get up! Quit being such a prat, will you? Vernon is picking me up at nine to go out for breakfast, and I'll need some time to get ready without you annoying me."

"Where are Mum and Dad? Why can't they take me? I want to sleep!" I whined, hoping Petunia would leave.

"They left an hour ago to go visit Grandma. Dad wanted to get an early start." Petunia said, rolling her eyes, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Petunia, why can't you just take me later?" I said, desperately hoping she would allow me to sleep for at least a little while longer.

"Ugh, I've already told you, Lily. Get going, we're leaving in twenty minutes."

Dragging my feet in a childlike manner, I entered the bathroom to take a shower and get ready. Looking in the mirror, I was horrified to see dark purple rings under my bright green eyes. The contrast between the emerald and purple looked horrid, along with my bright red hair. I looked like a few bad Bertie Bott's Beans.

"LILY!" came Petunia's shrill voice from downstairs, "I haven't got all day!"

Rolling my eyes, I dressed quickly, and brought my luggage down the stairs, holding my owl, Tammy in her cage.

Panting as I lugged all my belongings to the car, I looked at Petunia incredulously. She was standing there, filing her nails.

"Seriously Tuney?"

"What?" She snapped, in a classic Petunia fashion.

"Maybe a little help?" I said slowly, as if I were speaking with a young child. She rolled her eyes, and got in the car, avoiding my request for help. I slipped her a rude hand gesture, making sure she saw me, before finally getting in the car myself.

"It's about time." She muttered. I groaned and swore under my breath at her stupidity.

The car ride lacked conversation, aside from Petunia's horrid singing of Muggle pop songs on the radio. I banged my head against the window, trying to alleviate the pain of her singing. It didn't work.

Not soon enough, we arrived at the train station. Petunia parked, and looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to get out. I hesitated before saying, "What do you expect me to do until ten o'clock? Just sit around?"

Petunia raised her perfectly shaped eyebrows before saying sharply, "Yes, that's exactly what I expect you to do. See you next summer, freak."

Taking this as my cue to leave, I sighed in exasperation and got out. I grabbed my things, and slammed the trunk closed extra hard for spite. Petunia quickly drove away, and I sighed sadly.

My sister and I had been best friends until I received my letter of acceptance to Hogwarts. When she discovered that I was magical and she was not, she became jealous, and hid her envy by constantly calling me a freak. She taunted me and made my times at home unbearable. Often, I wished she could be at Hogwarts with me, and I always hoped our relationship could be mended.

My eyes filled with unshed tears, and I quickly wiped them away. Today was my first day of my last year at Hogwarts. I was Head Girl, and this year would be everything I ever dreamed of. I wouldn't let Petunia get in the way of that. I could deal with her and her cow of a boyfriend, Vernon, next summer.

Turning quickly, I dragged my things to a cart, making the heavy load much easier to carry. Muggles walking past me gave me curious looks as I walked toward Platform 9 3/4. I guess it would look strange for a teenage girl to be walking alone with a ton of luggage and a dark brown owl early in the morning. Silly muggles.

Making sure no one was looking, I quickly ran through the wall to enter the hidden platform. The Hogwarts Express was there, but the platform was deserted. Not a soul was present. No idiot gets here this early. Well, except me of course.

Looking at the beautiful scarlet train, I started to pull my belongings on so I could claim the usual compartment my four dorm mates and I have shared for the past few years.

Panting and sweating by the time I was finished, I collapsed onto the plush cushions in the compartment. Maybe I should just sleep for a while. No one is here; we're not leaving for a couple of hours. I let my eyes droop, and my consciousness slowly began pulling away from me.

I jolted awake suddenly when the door to my compartment was opened, and two boys entered.

"And he told me I can't play for Puddlemere anymore unless I go to Hogwarts, and I was like- oi!" the first boy said, when he noticed me rubbing my eyes sleepily.

"Sorry," he said, not sounding apologetic at all, "Didn't see you in here."

Well, thanks, nice to know I'm invisible.

"Merlin, what time is it?" I said, combing my long red hair through my fingers in an attempt to control it from my inevitable bed head.

"About ten fifteen." The first boy said, smirking at me. He was pretty cute. His hazel eyes were gleaming mischievously at me behind his glasses, and his black hair was unruly, sticking up chaotically in the back. His body was incredibly fit, and I found myself staring at him, wishing I was in his toned arms.

What? Lily, you don't even know him! Desperate much?

But look at him! He's gorgeous!

He could be a prat!

A gorgeous prat!

Shut up!

You shut up!

You would snog him.

...Quiet.

I snapped myself out of my internal argument when I finally noticed the second boy behind the gorgeous, but possible, prat.

"Evans!" He boomed in a barking voice filled with laughter.

"Sirius!" I yelled, hopping off of my seat to give him a hug. He tightened his grip on me and swung me around as I laughed.

"How've you been Black?" I said, once he had put me back down on the ground.

"Alright, I suppose. Finally moved out." He said darkly, the light in his silver eyes vanishing.

Sirius had never gotten along with his family. He had wanted to move out since he had been shunned by them at eleven years old, when he had been sorted into Gryffindor while the rest of his family were Slytherins. Home was hell for him, and I was glad he had finally escaped.

"Where are you staying? You know the Evans household will always be open to you." I said, with a joking wink as I squeezed his hand supportively.

"Thanks Evans, but I'm staying with an old friend. Old Jamesie boy here." He said, gesturing to the first boy.

I turned to him, and held out my hand. "Hello old Jamesie boy, nice to meet a good friend of Sirius'." I smiled warmly at him, and he took my hand in his.

Once he had released my hand, he gestured to me and Sirius, raising his eyebrows. "Are you two together?" He asked, apprehensively.

I laughed lightly as Sirius doubled over chuckling, and answered James saying, "No, far from it. He may have tried snogging me when we were fourteen, but no, we're just mates."

James seemed pleased with this answer, because he grinned widely saying, "Does that mean I have a chance, err, Evans, was it?"

I laughed at this statement, pointedly ignoring his question, before replying, "My name is Lily Evans."

"James Potter." He said, lifting his chin up confidently.

"James Potter… Your name sounds familiar. Do I know you from somewhere? Have we met?" I inquired, genuinely interested.

"Star chaser of the Puddlemere United Quidditch team." He replied arrogantly, running his hand through his hair.

Annoyed at his cockiness, I tried to change the subject. "So, you're new at Hogwarts?"

His confident grin faded, and I could tell he was surprised that I didn't inquire further about his Quidditch skills, "Yeah. My parents told me I couldn't play in the World Cup this year unless I went to school for a while. I'll at least make it as fun as I can while I'm here. Play a few good pranks, snog a few girls, you know." He said with a wink, and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at me. "Maybe someone like you, Evans."

Sirius snorted loudly behind me.

Now I was really annoyed. There was no way I was going to be one of those girls. I wouldn't just be a good snog for James Potter. I decided then and there that I would avoid James Potter, arrogant Quidditch star at all costs.

And there was no way I would ever snog him. Ever.

Even if he was ridiculously good looking.

Merlin Lily, stop thinking like that!