Yes, I have decided to put the story up again. Basically, for those that haven't heard the entire ordeal, went on a wild, deleting rampage, and every story with a poem, song lyrics, etc. (whether credited or not) was targeted. Check out my live journal (user name: inthestars) for more information on the situation. The link is in my author profile. The LJ is strictly for my stories: writings, information, updates, and review responses. So just feel free to read it, comment, or ignore it completely. But I don't recommend that, seeing as how I plan to give sneak peeks and hints about future chapters. ;-)

Anyway, I'm not planning on changing much for the repost, apart from fixing typos and the like. In fact, the biggest change (for now) will be in this chapter. It's nothing drastic, but I want to change a bit of Lily's initial description of James' appearance, and I'm changing Brenna's name to Sophie Remington.

Also, I want to use this time to set a few things straight again. This. Is. Not. Canon. I'm going to repeat it, because I know I'll still get reviews and emails saying, "Lyke, omgzzz!11! L & J R supposed 2 haaate each other! U r teh evil writer!" So. THIS IS NOT CANON. Why? Because I had the idea before OotP came out, because I got sick of reading constant Love/Hate fics (only very few, very talented writers can still pull those off) and because it's my story, and that's what I want to do. Lily's best friend, Sophie, will NOT date Sirius Black or Remus Lupin, because it's so overdone, I'm sick of it, and, again, very few writers can still pull that off. They ARE alike, and I made them that was on purpose, but not so that they could date. Sorry. Also, this is a Lily/James story, not a MWPP. Though Sirius, Remus, and Peter are very close to James, and will therefore be in the story, the plot will revolve around them, and they will not be a great part of the plot. Other than a few conversations between James and Sirius, actually, the Marauders are hardly in it at all. I know it disappointed a few people the first time around, but I'm not changing it. This is a Lily/James story about all else, and it will stay that way. Now, I know this was just supposed to be a fluffy, sweet, little story, and it started that way. Only, it's quickly changed. It's still fluffy, and still mainly a romance, but it's taking on a more serious, slightly angst driven tone. I've had mixed responses about it, but I rather like the direction the story is going.

My one important goal with this repost is to get all my reviews back. I have them all saved, in three different places, but I just want all my reviews at one place, and I'm curious to see if I can get 700+ reviews again. :crosses fingers: Think you guys can get me there? What if I give you all barrels are gummie worms? And a James Potter of your very own? And cookies?

Updates should only take about a week or so, two at the most, until the story is all caught up. It shouldn't take too long, considering that there are only five chapters so far. Now, for all the technical details.

Summary: 17 year old Lily Evans was looking for a white horse riding, dragon slaying, poetry reciting, knight in shining armor who would sweep her off her feet and take her up to his castle in the clouds. What she got was a messy haired, hazel eyed, Quidditch playing prankster who shows her that love isn't about magic carpet rides, or enchanted roses, or glass slippers. But, rather something so simple and wonderful that Lily begins to think that despite it all, she might have found her very own Prince Charming.

Rating: It's PG-13, mainly for mild language and shameless fluff. It's pretty tame. However, just as a warning, I may have to up the rating in later chapters because I have some ideas that are heavy PG-13, but I don't want to risk it. So keep that in mind, just in case.

Disclaimer: I don't understand the point of these, really. Everyone here knows I'm not J.K. Rowling. If I was, I'd be busy swimming in my pool of money, basking in all the glory of knowing that I am worth more than the Queen of England. Don't bother suing me, (1) because these characters, places, things, etc. are not mine, unless they are unrecognizable and (2) you won't get much from me in law suit anyway, other my HP books, my writing and a few stale gummy bears.

So. Without further ado, here's the story. Again.

Prince Charming
By Citnamor Sselepoh

Chapter One: Sugar Quills and Chocolate Frogs

Ever since I was a little girl, I've been waiting for a handsome Prince to come waltzing up to my door, swearing that I was the most beautiful girl in all the land before he whisked me away into his golden carriage to live with him for all of time. And if he had to slay dragons, trample monsters, and survive the fiery pits of hell in order to prove his undying love for me, then so be it. I wanted a fairytale, a Cinderella story full of grand balls and fairy godmothers and dancing mice. I would be the damsel in distress, he would be my knight in shining armor, and we would live happily ever after.

I wouldn't settle for any less.

I had my entire wedding planned out by the time I was eight years old. I knew the type of dress I would wear, how my hair would be done, the music that would be played, the color of the bridesmaids' dresses, the food that would be served, even the pattern of the table cloths. At age nine, I knew the entire floor plan of my Victorian style house, from how many closets it would have (11), to the design of the bedspread (a floral print), to how many bathrooms would be on each floor (three).

And my husband? Oh, he was the best part of my fantasy future. Though his face was never clear in my mind, I already had our whole life planned out, even the names of our two girls (Cassandra and Claire). We'd have insightful conversations and he'd charm me with his wit and subtle flirting and we'd instantly fall in love. I imagined candlelight dinners and long walks on the beach and … absolute perfection.

It may have been a childish dream, but it was what I wanted, it was I needed, and I was determined that it was what I was going to get.

But during my last year of school, that all changed.

I was sitting in the Head Compartment of the Hogwarts Express, moodily watching the scenery pass by the window, while my insides writhed about the upcoming year. This was my last year at the school which I had called my home for the past seven years of my life, and in June, it would be over. A mere ten months from now, I would be finishing the first chapter of my life and leaving my childhood behind. It was a scary thought.

"I'm just worried that this year is going to go by too fast," I told my best friend, Sophie Remington, when she stopped by the Head compartment.

"It might," she said, gathering her thick brown hair into a ponytail, "but don't worry so much about it. Worry about fun things."

"Like what?" I questioned, settling back against the seat.

Her brown eyes glinted. "Like all the ungodly things you could do to the Head Boy in your room." She raised her eyebrows suggestively.

"Sophie!" I exclaimed, my eyes wide. "You know I would never do that."

"Oh, I know. But you should."

I rolled my eyes. "You're insane."

"Yes, well." She waved her hand, showing that it was of no importance to her. "You won't be saying that, once you find out who the Head Boy is."

I crossed my arms over my chest and let out a huff of indignation. "You're being a terrible friend by not telling me who it is. You know that, right?"

"But you love surprises, Lily. And this is definitely a most pleasant surprise."

"I doubt it will be. It's already been at least a half hour into the train ride and he hasn't even shown up yet."

Sophie clucked her tongue. "Yes. What a horrible person he is. Only thirty minutes into a ride that is close to six hours long and he's not rushing off to join a complete stranger to talk about upcoming school events, as opposed to having fun with his friends while he still can. I shudder to think what kind of disgusting man you will end up with!" she exclaimed sarcastically.

"This job isn't supposed to be fun. It's about planning, and organizing and helping the school. And how can I do any of that, if the person that's supposed to help me doesn't even bother to show his face!"

"You, my dear, are in desperate need of loosening up. And if this Head Boy doesn't make that happen, then no one can."

Now I was very interested. "Okay, you've got me hooked. Who is it?"

Sophie grinned; she never could keep secrets from me for very long. "Just think of the last person you'd expect, within reason of course."

I thought about it for a moment. "Spencer Weston? From Hufflepuff?" I offered meekly. Saying that he was stupid would be an understatement; I've met tree stumps with more intellect than him.

"God, no!" she shrieked. "Dumbledore's not that crazy."

"Then who? You've got to at least give me a hint." I felt so ridiculous doing this; pestering my best friend for information about a boy. I was acting like an immature 12 year old, but then again, so was Sophie.

"Oh, all right," she said, as if this wasn't what she wanted from the beginning. "He's in Gryffindor. Come on, Lily. Think."

Well…He was in Gryffindor, was apparently an unpredictable choice for the position (that ruled Remus Lupin out) - but slightly reasonable, wasn't that serious, and – if Sophie's implications meant anything – was probably insanely good looking.

"Um … I've got! Sirius Black!" It did fit.

She shook her head. "Very good guess, very close. But not quite. It's not that hard."

"There's only one more person I can think of, Soph, and I doubt Dumbledore would …" I trailed off. "Would he?"

"Dumbledore works in mysterious ways …"

I sat upright. "But that's … it's … he's … are you sure he's Head Boy?"

She nodded. "Oh yeah. I'm sure."

"But that's not mysterious! That's just absurd! It's downright mad! It's crazy! I can't! I won't! I refuse to work with him!"

"Lily! You've barely said three sentences to the guy in all your time here! You hardly know him. So stop being so dramatic."

"I am not being dramatic. I'm being practical. He's going to treat this like a joke … like it's some master prank. This is just ridiculous! He's a Marauder. He's silly! And he's funny! And he's not at all serious! And he's not a hard worker! And he's –"

"And he's completely gorgeous." Sophie cut me off.

"Are you insane? He's thin, and he wears glasses, and haven't you seen his hair? It's … no! It's wrong. It's … it's James Potter."

"Somebody call me?"

Sophie and I both looked up, startled. There, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over chest was all six feet of none other than James Potter. My face turned red as I looked at him, hoping against all hope that he hadn't heard what I said. It was hard to tell whether or not he did, as the only emotion evident on his face was amusement.

He wasn't wearing his uniform, I noted, just a pair of black pants and a charcoal sweater that looked very cozy, his school robes carelessly tossed on. His raven hair was as messy as ever and his hazel eyes glinted with laughter behind a pair of thin, wire framed glasses.

His stance was casual, and I could almost imagine Sophie's swooning at the sight. I tried to look at him closer, to see what half the school saw, but I just couldn't, He still looked wiry, his hair still looked unkempt, and he wasn't even wearing his school robes, for Merlin's sake. He did have an awfully nice smile, though, and a sort of boyish charm that was immediately noticeable. Maybe I would've known from this personally if I'd ever bothered to get to know him, but he was a lighthearted joker and I was serious dreamer, and I guess I never felt the need to become friends with him. In fact other than classes and meal time, I don't even think we'd ever been in the same room together for more than a few minutes at a time.

And now he'd be sleeping across the hall from me.

It was going to be interesting, to say the least.

James coughed and I realized I'd been staring at him. "I do believe that this compartment is for the Head Girl and Boy … only." He was still smiling and it was clear that didn't really care whether or not Sophie was in there.

She raised her hand in mock salute. "Yes, sir, Head Boy, sir!" He laughed as she stood up and waved at me. "See you later, Lily."

"Bye Sophie," I called after her as she left the compartment, silently screaming at her not to leave me with the person who I had just been insulting, who, oh yeah, heard it all.

James sat down at the now empty across from me and peered down at me from behind his glasses.

"What?" I asked, a bit unnerved at his blatant staring.

"Nothing. I was just wondering if I can work out what kind of person you are from simply looking at you. I mean, you have me figured out fairly well and you've hardly spoken to me at all. "

"What are you talking about?" I asked, thoroughly perplexed.

"I believe your exact words were 'He's silly! He's funny! He's not at all serious!' … "

"Well, it's true." There was no point in denying it. James had obviously heard the conversation; I wasn't going to lie.

He looked surprised for a moment, but quickly recovered. "And how do you figure that?"

"It isn't exactly a secret, is it? You'd have to be daft not to know who the Marauders are and what they do."

He crossed his arms over his chest and the material bunched in an…odd way. "So you think that just because I kid around and pull pranks and laugh a lot means I don't work hard and am incapable of being serious?"

"Honestly? Yes, I do."

"You're a smart girl, Lily Evans." He smiled. "You're exactly right. I'm not serious at all. In fact, I was probably more shocked that you were that I got the Head Boy position. Although, I do think your little outburst earlier was a tad bit dramatic."

"It was not! And besides, it's horribly rude to listen to other people's conversations."

"It's terribly rude to talk about people you don't even know."

"Touché."

It was silent for a moment before I asked, "So, how'd you get to be Head Boy anyway?"

"I honestly have no clue. My grades are good enough, I suppose. I got all 'O's on my O.W.Ls, except for Divination; I got and 'E' in that. I never thought much of it anyway. Waste of time, if you ask me. No lump of tea leaves is going to tell me how many kids I'll have, or something of that sort. What about you?"

"About the same. But I got all 'O's … including Divination." I grinned at him.

"A true Seer, eh?"

I snorted. "Hardly. Sweeney just seems to like me…"

"Must be your hair," he mused. "Maybe it reminds her of that blasted fire she insists on lighting all the time."

I laughed. "Maybe."

And that was how it went for the rest of the ride. James was a surprisingly good person to talk to. I was right in thinking that he was someone you could be completely comfortable with. There wasn't a single moment I didn't have a smile on my face for the rest of the train ride. We found something to talk about every second … school, friends, family, anything and everything. We had a twenty five minute debate over which was better: chocolate frogs (his favorite) or sugar quills (my favorite). He won.

I didn't even realize how long we were talking until the old lady with the food cart came up to our compartment asking if we wanted anything off the trolley. James walked out of the compartment and came back a few seconds later, loaded down with at least fifteen chocolate frogs from himself.

I was almost upset when the train came to a stop and the bodiless voice told the passengers to make their way to the front of the train. James and I were stationed in front of the doors, holding them open for all students as part of our Head duties. I tried hard to stifle my laughter as he "accidentally" closed the door on Severus Snape.

"His nose was hooked anyway," he explained to me, shrugging. "I'm sure I didn't do any damage."

When the last students finally filtered through the doors we made our way to the last carriage, still talking, still laughing, still having fun. We discussed exactly how long it must've taken Dumbledore to grow a beard that long (don't' ask me how we ended up talking about that; I still don't know) until we got to the old castle.

I sighed as we walked up the front steps.

"What's wrong?" James asked me.

"Nothing. It's just that this is the last time I'm going to be walking up these steps like this, that's all."

He laughed lightly.

"What's so funny?"

"No, nothing…You just really love this school, don't you?"

I shrugged. "It's my home. Has been for the last six years. And to think that I'll never walk up these stairs after break again…it's just a little overwhelming. And it makes me realize how little time I have left here."

"You know what, Lily? I promise to walk you up these stairs one more time."

"Promise?"

"Sure."

I smiled. "Okay. I'm holding you to it."

We walked to the Great Hall in silence, which was surprising, since there wasn't a time yet that it had been quiet between us. Somehow, it was strangely comfortable too.

"Enjoy your dinner," I said to him as we walked in, prepared to find Sophie and reenact every single aspect of the past five hours.

"Hey, Evans!" he called. a few seconds after I walked away.

"Yeah?" I asked, turning around to look at him.

James walked over to me and stuck something in front pocket of my robes. "Chocolate frogs are still better," he whispered in my ear before making his way down to the table.

Huh? I stood there, dumbstruck for a few more moments before I realized that I was in the middle of the Great Hall and hurriedly walked over to where Sophie was waiting for me.

"How'd it go?" she questioned knowingly as soon as I sat down.

I grinned at her. "I'll tell you later," I whispered as McGonagall and another batch of terrified looking first years appeared.

"Looking forward to it."

As soon as I was sure that Sophie was focused on the Sorting, I fished whatever James had given me out of my pocket. I smiled when I saw what it was and glanced down the table, to where James was sitting with his friends. He was watching me expectantly.

"Thank you," I mouthed silently to him. He winked before turning around. I smiled again, feeling like a giddy little school girl for some reason.

In my hand lay a perfectly wrapped sugar quill.

Well, there it is…again. I hope my old readers are still willing to comment, wink wink nudge nudge, and that I can possibly gain some new ones by reposting.

Make sure to check my LJ for review responses. I'll be putting them up right before I update again, so it's also a good way for you all to know when the new chapters are going to be posted. Plus I just really want you guys to comment. LoL.

Love to all.

-- Erica.

PS – If anyone reading this has had their story, or a favorite story of theirs deleted because of song lyrics, for any other unjust reason, just know that I am so horribly sorry, and that I feel your pain. I know it's no help at all, but I thought I should say it anyway.

edit)Thanks to everyone who pointed out my little Brenna/Sophie slip up. Very embarassing, but it's been changed. Also, if you haven't read the author's note at the beginning, PLEASE READ IT. Seriously. It'll only take a few minutes, and it'll explain a lot.