He was a Muggle-born Hufflepuff, I was a Pure-blood Slytherin. He was a badger and I was a snake. Logic told us we could never be together. But, then again, love is never logical.

This is the simple love story of-wait, what am I saying? This is Lily Evans and James Potter we're talking about. Nothing is ever simple where those two are concerned. (Expect lots of drama)

She hated him. Absolutely loathed the boy with the mischievous hazel eyes and charming, cocky grin, who strutted around the castle as if he owned it. Or perhaps, deep, deep down, she loved him. And that is why she hated him.

AU where Peter never betrayed his friends, Voldemort's destroyed for good, and the Potters are given a chance of actually being a family.

To the outside world, Lily Evans was absolutely perfect. Nobody ever suspected how broken she really was.

Enemies, crushes, pranks, magic, strict teachers, detentions, a stalking cat, Quidditch-obsessed roommates, a rising Dark Lord and a bossy redhead all leave their mark as our favourite pranksters struggle to find their place in the wizarding world. But it's all good as long as they have each other, right?

"People started gathering around him somewhere during the third day, some encouraging him on, while others scoffed at how ridiculously stubborn he was. But Teddy didn't care. His stubbornness was had gotten him here in the first place and perhaps, it would be the very thing that would get him out of this mess.' Please R&R!