I. Mistake 1-Dumbledore's Decisions

I am Head Girl. Me. Lily Evans.

What was Dumbledore thinking? That was all I said when I opened my letter. My father picked up the letter, glancing at it before beaming.

"Well, Lily," he said proudly, ignoring my horrified expression, "This is wonderful!"

"What is dear?" my mother said as she joined us at the breakfast table with her tea. She was still in her bathrobe, and her blonde hair was still in her rollers. All three of us had always been early risers—unlike Petunia.

"Lily made Head Girl," he said smiling at me.

"I think it must've been a mistake."

Head Girls were supposed to be responsible. They were supposed to be smart. Hell, they were supposed to be perfect. I was far from Perfect. I thought Emmeline Vance would get it for sure—she was the Ravenclaw Prefect. She was very smart, relatively pretty, and dating the most popular boy in school. Although, perhaps Dumbledore doesn't care who she's dating…but still!

"A mistake?" my mother asks, giving me a confused look.

"Yes. Emmeline Vance was supposed to be Head Girl," I said, staring at the gold badge that had dropped out of the envelope.

"Well, I think you'll be perfect for the job," my father said, pulling out his newspaper. His hairline is receding more I notice as he fumbles for his reading glasses.

"Yes, your father's right Lily. I know you'll make a wonderful Head Girl," my mother attempted in what she must've thought a comforting tone.

They obviously don't know me that well.

I read through the letter again, as if thinking that its contents would change. It didn't. I suppose I

I'm really Head Girl. Well, if I could tell Professor Dumbledore anything—it would be what a big mistake he has made. Emmeline would've made a much better Head Girl.

Diagon Alley is something remarkable. I've always been fascinated by it since I discovered I was a wtich. It was just so magical.

Of course, he had to ruin it.

He being James Potter.

If you didn't know, he was attempting to ruin my life. He hates me. Or loves me. Or something. He's really a difficult nut to crack.

See, I was meeting my mates—Marlene McKinnon and Selene Lovett. We always meet up at the end of the summer to chat about our summers, shop and all sorts of girlish stuff. Well. There was Selene's little problem.

She's sort of obsessed with the Marauders. I wouldn't say she was as bad as Mary, but Merlin, Selene, they are not god's gift to mankind! When I told her that, she ignored me and continued on about how she needed to find out if Sirius Black was single since James was taken.

Ew.

Why would you want to date James Potter anyway?

You know, besides the whole being popular thing.

Or the fact that he's good-looking.

OR that he's Quidditch captain.

Or that he can even be charming when he wants to be.

You know, none of those make up for the fact that he's an arrogant, selfish, spoiled prat. When I tell Selene, she just rolls her eyes. She's dyed her hair again. Now it's a dark mahogany. I always sort of wish my hair was that color. My hair is so…

Red.

Not that there's anything wrong with red but…

It clashes with everything. I suppose it makes people forget about all my freckles because they're distracted by the…er…vibrant color of my hair. Selene just tells me to shut up because my hair is gorgeous. Marlene—wait. Where is Marlene?

"She's not with us?" Selene asked, peering through the window of the bookstore.

"I swear she was just here—"

"Look who I found," came Marlene's singing voice as she came around the bookshelf, dragging Sirius Black by the arm. He looked thoroughly ruffled at being pulled by the petite, curly blonde haired girl, "Er—Lily and Selene wanted to say hi," Marlene explained, "Plus you looked lonely—"

"I told you," Sirius said exasperatedly. It seemed he had not come out of his own will, "I was waiting for my mates…besides," he narrowed his eyes, "Why would I want company with you lot?"

"What is that supposed to mean?" I snapped, my temper flaring before Marlene could yell at him herself.

"Well," he glanced at me, "You're a Prefect for starters."

"Head Girl actually," Marlene butted in.

At this, Sirius's reaction surprised everyone. He grinned, "Really now?"

"I know, unexpected," I muttered.

"Will you quit that?" Selene interrupted, sounding annoyed. She had previously been staring at Sirius in awe. Now at least she was managing to shoot a smile in his direction. Well that was an improvement at least.

"Vance will be furious," he said delightfully.

"You don't like her?" I asked before I could stop myself. After all, everyone loved Emmeline Vance. Sirius just blinked.

"I never like any of James' girlfriends. It's nothing personal."

Well. That was odd and creepy. I was going to comment on it, and it looked like Marlene wanted to as well, but Selene spoke to Sirius instead, "Well, you probably don't want to be wasting your time here…"

Sirius shrugged and turned to Marlene, "Why did you drag me over here again?"

"To annoy you?" she said shrugging. Selene seemed to let out some of the tension in her shoulders when Marlene said that. What did she see in him anyway? "It seemed like a better idea before. I'd forgotten how much yo annoy me."

"I annoy you?" Sirius asked, his eyebrows raised. Selene and I exchanged glances. Marlene and Sirius were about to blow up in each other's faces.

"Well, if that's all, you best be going," I said briskly, "We have books to buy, people to see…besides, aren't your boyfriends waiting—"

"Padfoot?" came the voice of another infamous Marauder. James. Of course. You see, back in fourth year, he'd sort of…well…fancied me. Then when I turned him down, he made it his personal vendetta to humiliate and embarrass me forever more, "What are we doing over here?" he said, glancing at the three of us. Selene had turned a light pink and busied herself by searching through her bag.

"Guess who's Head Girl, mate," Sirius said, nudging him, "Evans."

James blinked and turned to me. I know. He was expecting lovely Emmeline to be Head Girl. But it wasn't my fault. Professor Dumbledore had obviously made a mistake. He was just… "Really now?" James said, a grin forming across his features, "Interesting."

"Yeah," I managed. Wow. That was articulate.

"Do you have any idea who the Head Boy is?" he continued, grinning slyly. I just blinked at him.

"Er—I hadn't actually thought about it. I thought it might be Amos—"

"That Hufflepuff prat?" Sirius asked.

I ignored him, "Or maybe Garreth Brooks…"

"What sort of name is Garreth?" James asked.

"What about Moony?" said Sirius.

"Garreth is a fine name," I said shortly. Then I looked at Sirius.

"Who the hell is Moony?" Marlene asked, blinking at him asking the question I'd been thinking.

"Remus," Sirius said, grinning again.

"What are with those stupid nicknames—?" Marlene was about to get started on her tirade, but I interrupted her.

"Well, it's not like Dumbledore would make a Marauder Head Boy…why are you laughing?" I said as they all broke out into laughter.

"They know," Selene pointed out. I glanced at her, "They know who the Head Boy is."

Well. Selene was the observant one.

"Oh—who is it then?" I asked tiredly.

"Are you sure you want to know Evans?" James teased, his eyes bright.

I rolled my eyes, "If you don't know that's fine—"

"Of course we know," Sirius said, collecting himself, "It's Prongs."

We all stared at him, and Sirius tutted impatiently, "You know, Jamsie here."

"Well if you used his actual name—" Marlene broke off and looked at James peculiarly, "Wait—what?"

"I'm Head Boy," James said, sounding pleased.

What?

Seriously?

You have got to be kidding me.

"You alive there, Evans?" Sirius asked, chortling.

Why would Dumbledore do this to me?

Why would Dumbledore do this to anyone?

The school will fall apart in his hands. Not that he has that much power anyway…but the power he does have he'll definitely abuse.

Definitely .

"Evans?" James was waving his hand in front of my face, and both Marlene and Selene looked worried.

"Get your hand out of my face," I snapped, feeling my blush rise. Why oh why do these things happen to me?

"So…you and I…those late night patrols," James waggled his eyebrows.

"Don't you have a girlfriend?" Selene asked, crossing her arms, giving him a skeptical look. James said nothing but just continued to smirk at me.

"Well, now that my day is thoroughly ruined, I think I'd better be heading off," I said, giving him the worst glare I could muster. Without another look, I pulled Marlene by one arm and Serene by the other and stalked off.

Great, I thought as we headed back towards the leaky cauldron.

My appointment seems like a trivial mistake compared to James.

James Potter? Head Boy? Merlin.

The world really is going to the dogs.

A/N: Hello! I am going to try and not be too cliche with this story, but I also want to stick with the canon. Let me know what you think. :)