Chapter 1 : A New Year, A New Beginning
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A New Year, A New Beggining
“Oy, James! The train is leaving!” seventeen-years-old James Potter ran as he heard the voice of his eccentric best friend, Sirius Black, somehow over the whistle of school train, Hogwarts Express. A mischievous glint came into his hazel eyes as he ran as fast as he could towards the school train. “Accio broom!” he yelled pointing at the train, and he laughed as his Silver Arrow narrowly missed hitting Sirius’ head. The broom flew to him and he swiftly climbed on it, acting as if he’d done it a million times before.
Maybe that’s because he had done this a million times. James Potter was wizard. He was now in his last year of his school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. James was one of the best wizards in his year, which was the reason he was now the Head Boy.
He ran his hand through his hair, making it messier than usual. This was his usual habit, he seemed to think that the girls liked him more when his hair was messy, which wasn’t saying much as his hair was always very untidy and the girls were always all over him. Now he seemed even more irresistible to the group of girls watching from the window. All, except one, the one girl he had always wanted, the one girl who he could never have, (not that he ever gave up), the one and only, Lily Evans.
“Look at him. It’s disgusting. Potter will do anything for attention. He’s nothing but an arrogant, bullying, pig-headed, showy-off, toe rag.” Lily’s majestic eyes shone in anger as she started venting off to her two best friends, Rhiannon Anderson and Ashley Lachey.
Her friends just smiled at her and continued their conversation. They were used to Lily freaking out about James Potter. She was probably the only girl in all of Hogwarts who could resist his charm; he had a charismatic air around him. Lily’s famous red-head temper had been at its worst even since James had started asking her out. Up until now, he had asked her out 672 times and Lily had rejected him each time.
“Well, you have to give him credit. He likes attention and he’s good at getting it.” Rhia said with a smile, baiting Lily again.
“And he never gives up.” Ashley grinned.
“Ok, can we spot talking about Potter? Please?” Lily asked.
“Sure, your Head Girl-ship, so who do you think will be Head Boy?” Rhia asked.
“I don’t know. Merlin, maybe it’s Amos Diggory.” Answered Ashley in somewhat of a dreamy tone.
“No, I don’t think so. I mean Amos is pretty good and all, but he’s not the brightest bloke from all the prefects. I think it’ll be Remus.”
“Remus?!?” Ashley asked. “Lily, I know Remus is pretty smart but come on, he’s in detention like everyday. I really don’t think Dumbledore would do that.”
“Yes, but apart from stopping Black and Potter, Remus is the most responsible of the seventh year prefects. I mean I really doubt if it’s Karkarof. It could be Joe Chang from Ravenclaw though.” Rhia put in.
“Well, whatever. I’m just glad there’s no way it could be Potter. I mean I’d almost rather share a dorm with Snape then him. But, the only person worse than Potter, is Black.”
“There she goes again. Lily, on her Potter-rant. God, Lily from all the times you talk about him, it would seem like you were in love with him!” Ashley said, teasing her again.
“Eww!!! Me? Like Potter? Ok, that’s just wrong! Please! Change! Subject! Now!” Lily shuddered just thinking about it.
But her friends merely grinned.
In the next compartment, James had finally gotten on the train. After flying all throughout the compartments, he finally landed in front of his three best friends.
“Woo hoo!” Sirius wooped. “Prongs, that was bloody brilliant. Merlin, next time, we do that together.”
“Oh wow, James! You’re just brilliant.” Peter Pettegrew, couldn’t stop gushing.
“Nice James, but I really doubt if that would help Lily agree that you are the right choice for Head Boy.” Remus Lupin smiled.
“Wait, Evans is Head Girl?” James asked his tone suddenly different as it always became when anyone mentioned Lily or when she was nearby
“Yes Prongs…you can close your mouth now.” Remus replied.
“Moony, how do you know?” Sirius asked
“She told me, of course. She owled me-“
“Wait, you’ve been owling Evans.” James eyes suddenly narrowed.
“Yes Prongs, calm down, we’re just friends. She wanted to know if I was to be the Head Boy. She seemed to think I was the obvious choice.”
“Yeah Prongs, you never told us how you became Head Boy!
“Padfoot, you insult me!” James retorted to Sirius.
“You two, can you stop. I want to know. Stop fooling around.” Remus said.
Sirius and James just grinned at each other. “You really want to know?” James whispered.
“Yes” Remus replied.
Peter nodded emphatically in the back.
“Well, Dumbledore told me I really mustn’t tell anyone, but…since its you guys.”
“Will you just say it already?” Remus screamed
“You don’t have to yell, Remy!” Sirius pouted.
“Yeah Moony! Have some respect for poor Padfoot’s ears. You know how sensitive a dog’s hearing is.” James sniggered.
Peter started laughing hysterically.
“Wormtail, it wasn’t that funny.” James said
“Really!” Sirius put in.
“Padfoot, Prongs, I’m going to strangle you too. James just tell me.”
“Well, the reason is…” he paused for dramatic effect “I really HAVE NO IDEA!!!” with that James and Sirius fell to the floor laughing.
“Honestly” Remus rolled his eyes. He looked at Peter but Peter was still rolled into a ball, laughing chaotically. “Pete, chill!”
The rest of the journey lasted this was. The Marauders, really just James and Sirius acting impishly, while Lily and her friends talking, Lily bringing James in every few minutes. Before they knew it, Hogwarts had arrived.
“First years this way. First years.” Above the sea of heads, Hagrid, the Hogwarts gamekeeper could be seen, herding the first years with his lantern in hand. “Al’ righ’ you four?” Hagrid called over the crowd.
“Hi Hagrid” the Marauders greeted one of their favorite people at Hogwarts. Twice the size of a normal human, Hagrid looked especially big compared to the little first years.
After the feast James and Lily were called to Professor Dumbledore’s office.
“What Potter? In trouble already?” Lily asked
“As a matter of fact Evans, you’re looking at the new Head Boy!”
“What?!?” Lily barely had time to look surprised when the stone gargoyle guarding Dumbledore’s office sprang to life to let them in
“Yes, Ms. Evans. Mr. Potter is in fact, our new Head Boy.” Professor Dumbledore smiled at the look of surprise at Lily’s face.
“But Professor! How can this be? Potter’s not even a prefect!” Lily gasped, grasping the information.
“Well Ms. Evans it is not necessary to be a prefect to be Head Boy, though it does improve ones chances of becoming one.”
James looked smug as he and Lily followed the Professor up the stone staircase.
In their meeting with Dumbledore, the Professor told them all of their duties and responsibilities as Head Students. “If there are any events or activities you two would like to make just ask me or Professor McGonagall.”
“”Well, Professor, there is one little thing I wanted to do.” James said. “I was thinking, somewhere around Halloween maybe, if the students could have a ball?”
“What kind of Ball do you have in mind, James?”
“I was thinking of a masquerade ball. You know where everyone dresses as someone else. And at midnight we could all reveal our identities. I thought this would be good for interhouse relationships as well as a bit of fun for the students. As the students won’t know the identities of the people they are with, they will not judge their partners on what house they are from or who they are, but on what they are like.” he explained.
Lily looked at him in surprise. She couldn’t believe that James Potter would say something like that.
“That is a good idea, Mr. Potter. If you and Ms. Evans can set the whole thing up, with the help of the prefects of course, than I don’t see why you can’t have your ball. Is it all right with you Ms. Evans?”
“Well, if there are no more questions than I will tell you the password to your dormitory. As Head Students you have the privilege of having your own dormitories. The password to your dormitory is Silver Arrow. I am sure you can both remember that?” his eyes twinkled behind his half moon spectacles at James, who just grinned.
“Good night Professor” both students said and got up to go.
“You know Potter, I’m really surprised. I never though you’d say that.”
“Yeah well, there’s not much you know about me Lily.” He replied quietly
“Did you just call me Lily?”
“That’s your name, isn’t it?”
“Yes, but, well, you’ve never called my Lily before; just Evans.”
“Your friends call you Lily don’t they?”
“Well, then, I’d like for us to be friends.”
“Ok” she answered. Once again, in the same night, he had surprised her.
“Ok what? Would you like to be my friend?”
“No Lily, my friends call me James.”
She smiled. “Ok, James”
Maybe this wouldn’t be such a bad year after all.