A/N: Hello! I'm Sekhmet, and this is my first fanfic! I've been watching the community for awhile, and I really enjoy it, so I thought I might give it a shot. Like I said, this is my first fanfic, so if you review (please do so!) be kind!

September 1, 1978

Waving a final good-bye to her mother and father, Lilly Evans went forth into a new world. Pushing the trolley that held her new trunk, which contained such strange texts as Guide to Magic: Level 1, and Intro to Charms, and her new kitten, Nightblack, she searched for Platform 9 and 3/4.

Lilly had been shocked to receive her letter, informing her that she was a witch. She finally understood her oddities. How strange things happened when she was angry. She wanted to go to this Hogwarts as soon as possible. Her parents were thrilled, of course. They were incredibly excited to have a witch in the family. Her sister, Petunia however, was another story. She called Lilly a freak, and even refused to say good-bye to her at the train station.

Passing a mirror, Lilly glanced at her reflection. She was a petite girl with red hair.

'Carrots!' She thought to herself.

Porcelain skin, with a fine dusting of freckles, Lilly felt her only saving grace was her eyes. She had her mother's eyes, deep, multi-faceted emerald, almond shaped eyes surrounded by long, thick, black lashes.

It was to be her eyes that attracted him, the bane of her existence, the love of her life. It was her eyes that caught the attention of James Potter.

James Potter watched his parents disapparate, waving and turning to the sound of another trolley coming up. He looked at the boy, as he knew the boy examined him.

The boy was skinny and frail looking, with pale blue eyes and sandy blond hair that flipped into his eyes.

"Remus Lupin" the boy said, sticking his hand out.

"James Potter" James replied, accepting the handshake. James knew what Remus would see. A tall, gangly boy with untidy black hair and hazel eyes.

"Are you going to Hogwarts, too?" Remus asked.

"You know it!"

They traveled to the platform together, laughing and chatting, oblivious until they bumped into two more trolleys.

"Oh, sorry about that. I'm James Potter" said James, pointing to himself, "and this is Remus Lupin"

"Sirius Black"

James' eyes went wide as he examined the boy. Sirius had longish black hair that fell aristocratically into his eyes, a style James could never achieve, and deep blue eyes that sparkled with humour and mischief. The Blacks were notorious for their pureblood mania, and were archenemies of Potters everywhere.

"This is Peter Pettigrew" Sirius said. "Do you want to find a compartment together?"

James and Remus looked hesitant, but Sirius seemed nice, so they nodded and turned to the barrier. What James then saw knocked the wind out of his body.

A small girl with long, curling red hair, and enchanting green eyes was approaching them shyly.

"Excuse me; are you going to Platform 9 and ¾?"

Sirius swept into a deep, exaggerated bow.

"But of course, milady"

James could only stare at her, thunderstruck.

"Do you think you could show me how?"

This shook him out of his shock.

"You mean, you don't know how?" he asked.

"If I knew how, I wouldn't ask, would I?" she returned, tapping her foot lightly.

"Easy, Firehair," said James, "just run at the barrier between 9 and 10"

"Are you kidding me?" exclaimed Lilly, "Run at a solid wall?"

"Yes, but don't be afraid you'll hit it," Remus added.

"Or you'll turn into a troll" said Sirius.

Lilly's eyes grew wide with shock as James and Sirius chuckled.

"You won't turn into a troll" Remus sent the other two boys a glare. "Anyway, I'm Remus Lupin, and this is Peter Pettigrew-"

"H-h-hi"

"- Sirius Black-"

"Charmed, I'm sure"

"-and James Potter"

"I'll go first" said Remus.

Remus quickly disappeared through the barrier, followed by Peter and Sirius.

"Don't be afraid" said James.

"I'm not afraid" Lilly retorted, her voice belying her words.

"You're a muggle-born, aren't you?"

"A what-born? Are you insulting me?" Lilly drew herself up to her full height.

"No! A muggle is what we call non-magic folk. A muggle-born has muggle parents."

"Oh," Lilly deflated her anger, "yes."

She started toward the barrier.

"What's your name?" he yelled

"Lilly Evans!" she called as she disappeared.

'Lilly Evans' was James only conscious thought while running through the barrier toward the scarlet train, and his future.