A Beginning

By Sheila Skeeter

Summary: This is a Lily/James FanFic. It starts with Snape's Worst Memory, but from Lily's point of view.

Disclaimer: I wish I were JKR, but I'm not. I'm just borrowing the characters that she created and using them in my humble attempt of a FanFic. I'll also use some of her text from the Snape's Worst Memory chapter (OotP, chapter 28).

This is my first FF and the very first time ever I write anything in English, so I will appreciate if you take the time to leave feedback

Chapter One: Snape's Worst Memory

Only one more OWL to go, Lily Evans thought as she walked out of the Great Hall with a couple of her friends. Lily was a fifteen-year-old girl with thick, dark red hair that fell to her shoulders and startlingly green almond-shaped eyes. She was a fifth year student on a boarding school, but not any boarding school. She was a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, one of the most important schools for young witches and wizards in Europe. Fifth year students had to take their Ordinary Wizarding Levels and seventh year students had to take their Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests. The OWLs' and the NEWTs' results were very important when choosing a professional career.

But Lily was more interest in her near future for now. Only Transfiguration on Monday, and she would have a whole week to enjoy herself before she went home for the summer. She had always liked summers because she got to go home and spend time with her family, but she really missed Hogwarts and her friends.

She followed the fifth and seventh year students that were heading to the school grounds eager to spend the rest of the afternoon under the bright June sun before they had to start worrying about the exam they had left.

Lily and her friends walked over to the lake and sat on the ground. Some of them took their shoes off, dipped their feet in the cool water and started chatting excitedly. But Lily was immersed in her own thoughts. She was still thinking about the summer. She thought about her sister, Petunia. They used to be very close, but ever since Lily found out she was a witch and went away to Hogwarts, they started to grow apart. Petunia treated her as if she was some kind of monster. During the last Christmas break Petunia told her that she should spend all holydays at Hogwarts because she didn't want anybody to find out her sister was a freak.

She called her a freak! What was wrong with her?

Lily's thoughts were interrupted by the annoying giggles of her friends. She looked up and saw that they were all looking in the same direction. She followed their gazes to find out what was the commotion about and there he was: tall, good-looking, with his dark hair falling perfectly over his gray eyes. I should have guessed, she thought. Sirius Black, who else? She could admit the guy was gorgeous, but apparently she was the only girl in the whole school who seemed to be immune to his charm. She could see him as the obnoxious, arrogant prat he was.

Well, not as obnoxious as…She looked to Sirius' left and saw another guy, this one with glasses and very untidy black hair. James Potter was playing with a snitch, allowing it to fly as much as a foot away and seizing it again.

What a show off!

And what is wrong with Peter Pettigrew?

Sitting on the grown she saw a small, mousy-haired boy with a pointed nose. He was cheering and clapping every time James got the snitch. As if Potter needed the encouragement. Yes, he was definitely more obnoxious than Black.

Obnoxious? Was that really the word she was looking for to describe him? She heard an annoying little voice inside her head, but she did her best to ignore it.

Sitting next to Peter, and as quiet as always, was Remus Lupin. His pale face was hidden behind a book. That's so like Remus! There's no way he's going to relax for a while. He will start obsessing over Transfiguration right away. She smiled.

A loud gasp from Peter, followed by a particularly loud cheer, made her look in his direction. He looked so excited that Lily couldn't help but feeling sorry for him. I wonder why Potter and Black are friends with him. He was definitely the odd one out in their little group. Granted, Remus was not really a troublemaker like James and Sirius, but he was very smart, and the nicest guy she had ever known. But Peter was a lost cause. He was neither bright nor popular. Some people accepted him because he was part of "the in group" (whatever that meant), but mostly everybody just ignored him. She pitied him.

At that moment the loud and hysterical laughs of her friends brought her back to reality. But it was not only her friends; everybody seemed to be enjoying the most hilarious joke. She looked over to where James, Sirius, Peter and Remus were and she was taken aback by the scene in front of her.

Severus Snape, a fifth year Slytherin student, was lying on the ground, apparently under the effects of the Impedimenta jinx. A couple of steps away Potter and Black were pointing their wands at him. Lily could understand why everybody was laughing, and many of them even cheering. Snape was by far more obnoxious than James. He enjoyed hexing people, specially those students with muggle parentage. She should know; he was always making nasty comments about her being a muggle born. But this was too much. Potter and Black were humiliating Snape in front of the whole school. And it was a two on one attack. Wasn't anybody going to do something?

She looked at Remus. He was a Prefect. He was the one who should stop this. But he was still sitting under the tree with his face buried in his book. If it wasn't for a faint frown line between his eyebrows she would have thought that he was completely oblivious of what his buddies were doing.

Well someone have to do something.

She made up her mind, stood up and marched determined toward James. Remus saw her coming, but when she glared at him, he went back to his book. Yes, you should be ashamed of yourself, she thought. I'll give you a piece of my mind later. First things first: to stop this nonsense.

As she got closer to them, she could hear Snape let out a stream of mixed swearwords and hexes. Not that it would help him since he didn't have his wand.

"Wash your mouth," said James coldly. "Scourgify!"

Lily could see pink soap bubbles stream from Snape's mouth. He was gagging and choking. She couldn't take it any longer.

"Leave him ALONE!"

James and Sirius looked around. As soon James spotted her, he rumpled his hair with his free hand. Lily thought that was a very annoying habit, but she had to admit that his messy hair made him look rather appealing.

"All right, Evans?" said James.

"Leave him alone," Lily repeated. She was now furious. "What's he done to you?"

"Well," he said, appearing to deliberate the point, "it's more the fact that he exists, if you know what I mean…"

The nerve of this guy! Unlike many of the surrounding watchers, she didn't find his last comment the least bit humorous.

"You think you're funny," she said coldly. "But you're just an arrogant, bullying toerag, Potter. Leave him alone."

"I will if you go out with me, Evans," James said quickly. "Go on… go out with me and I'll never lay a wand on old Snivelly again."

What did he said? He must be joking.

"I wouldn't go out with you if it was a choice between you and the giant squid."

The smile vanished from James' face.

You would think he was actually interested in going out with me.

Sirius, on the other hand seemed very amused with her response. "Bad luck, Prongs," he said turning back to Snape. "Oy!"

Lily looked at Snape. Apparently the Impedimenta jinx wore off, because he had his wand back and was already aiming it at James. There was a flash of light and a gash appeared on the side of James' face, spotting his robes with blood. Lily opened her eyes in terror. But James didn't hesitate. There was another flash of light and a second later Snape was hanging upside down in the air, trying unsuccessfully to keep his robes from falling over his head. If Lily hadn't been so furious, she would have laughed along with the rest of the students watching. From that position Snape was revealing his skinny, pallid legs and a pair of graying underpants.

"Let him down!" she insisted, avoiding to look at Snape's legs. She was trying hard to keep a straight face as it was.

"Certainly," said James and he jerked his wand upward. Snape fell into a crumpled heap.

Disentangling himself from his robes, he got quickly to his feet, wand up, but Sirius said, "Locomotor mortis!" and Snape kneeled over again at once, rigid as a board.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" Lily shouted. She was loosing the little amount of patience she still had. She took her wand out and pointed it at James.

James and Sirius seemed amused by her determination.

"Ah, Evans, don't make me hex you," said James earnestly.

"Take the curse off him, then!" He was so arrogant. She couldn't hate him more.

James sighed deeply, then turned to Snape and muttered the countercurse.

"There you go," he said, as Snape struggled to his feet again, "you're lucky Evans was here, Snivellus -"

"I don't need help from filthy little Mudbloods like her!"

Lily blinked. She could not believe he had said that. She had just stuck out for him even though not even his Slytherin pals seemed to care about him being humiliated, and this was the way he thanked her?

"Fine," she said coolly. "I won't bother in the future. And I'd wash your pants if I were you, Snivellus." Lily was about to walk away when James spoke.

"Apologize to Evans!" he roared at Snape, his wand pointed threateningly at him.

"I don't want you to make him apologize," Lily shouted rounding on James. "You are as bad as he is…"

"What?" yelped James. "I'd NEVER call you a –you-know-what!"

He was not as bad as Snape, Lily thought, he was worst.

"Messing up your hair because you think it looks cool to look like you've just got off your broomstick, showing off with that stupid snitch, walking down corridors and hexing anyone who annoys you just because you can. I'm surprised your broomstick can get off the ground with that fat head on it. You make me SICK."

She turned on her heel and hurried away. She could hear James calling her name, but she didn't stop. It took all her will power to resist the impulse of start running. She wanted to get away from James. She couldn't believe what she had told him. She gave herself away. She was sure that he was able to see right through her. She had just told him how close she had been watching him these last couple of years. He would now have another reason to gloat.

Would he even care?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden flash of light. Lily turned around and saw Snape, once again hanging upside down in the air.

"Who wants to see me take off Snivelly's pants?" asked James with a steely voice.

That's it! Lily thought, at the same time she reached for her wand. I'm not even going to waste my time trying to talk some sense into that guy. If only I could hex him. But when she was deciding which hex was safe enough to use she saw Remus leave his book, stand up and walk over to James with a determined look on his face.

"That's enough James," said Remus calmly.

James looked at him, then at Sirius who shrugged and slowly, he lowered his wand, which caused Snape's body to hit the ground with a loud thud.

"Let's go." Remus spoke again.

Sirius turned to Snape and said, "see you around, Snivellus." He let out a bark like laugh as he joined his friends.

The four Gryffindors were walking away, being cheered and tapped in the back by the other students when Lily saw Snape getting up and pointing his wand at James' back. She didn't have to think twice. Her wand was also pointing at James.

"PROTEGO!" she shouted.

James, Sirius, Remus and Peter turned around just in time to see Snape's curse bounce less than five inches from James' chest. James looked at Lily with a combination of appreciation, surprise and respect. Lily saw Snape fall to the ground, hit by his own curse, but she didn't wait to see what happened. She had to get away.