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He was the sly, rambunctious troublemaker. She was the smart, fiery redhead. He loved her; she denied loving him. James Potter just can't seem to say the right thing. Lily Evans can't keep her mouth shut. The first war is raging and neither of them know just how much it'll affect their lives. They were just fifteen-year-olds trying to survive Hogwarts. When dark times lie ahead, they are thrown off course and find themselves places they never would have imagined.

"Maybe they weren’t so bad. Lily had always thought Sirius was the instigator of the group, the worst one of them all. If she could feel completely comfortable with Black, then maybe they just tried to portray the image of bad boys? Maybe they were really nice guys who liked long walks on the beach and cute puppies and were actually – never mind.

Why do boys always have to be so complicated? Why do they always feel the need to pick a fight? How come everyone is so scared of one person? This so-called, self-acclaimed Dark Lord? Why would he even bother Lily Evans of all people? It's not like she was plotting to go out and make him mad... or was she?

Lily Evans is starting to think that being a prefect isn't half bad - that is until the Head Girl finds it to be her mission in life to ruin Lily's fun.