A/N: Hello! Welcome to my newest story which, I am really hoping, will be a multi-chap that goes right up to Lily and James' death. Anyway, sit back and enjoy! I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything canon. As I'm sure you're aware, I am not JK Rowling, although I have met her ;)

Prologue

1st September 1971

It was absolute bedlam. Steam clouded her vision as a small girl with fiery, red hair attempted to push her way through the crowd of odd looking children. Most wore ordinary clothing but in their hands were wooden sticks, and frogs and owls in cages sat on large, brown trunks. The adults wore multicolored robes that fell to the floor and the steam came from a large, red, steam train. The Hogwarts Express. The girl's eyes widened at the sight in front of her. The people, the place, the whole experience was one she had to get used to. She had only experienced this type of people en masse once before but now she would have it every day for the rest of her life. The girl was a witch.

Just ahead of her, she could see the black head of hair she'd been searching for. The witch continued to bustle through the crowd but just before she could reach her destination, another boy blocked her path. Looking at him, she could tell he was a similar age to her, though he was taller and his jet-black hair was messed in every which way. Dark rimmed glasses framed his hazel eyes that stared straight into her emerald green ones as he held out a hand.

"You seem a little distressed. Anything I can help with?" The boy smiled, a sort of lopsided smirk that said 'I'm up to something'. It irritated her, but the witch could not put her finger on why.

"No, thank you. I'm just looking for a friend," Lily Evans replied with a huff before she, frustrated, pushed past eleven-year-old James Potter. In that moment, he knew the redheaded girl was someone to keep an eye on.

A/N: The first chapter will be on it's way soon. I hope this snippet has whet your appetite.