This is my first fanfic. It was on The Harry potter website under the name. This story starts when Lily is 11 years old. Please read and review

Disclaimer-I don't own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does. I do own Natalie White though.

Chapter One

THE DREAM AND THE NEIGHBOR

The night air was blowing against the windows. A cool breeze gently brushed across the face of a little girl. In front of her was a two-story house made of brick. There were several lights on: two on the bottom floor and on eon the top floor. The girl's feet carried her towards the door as if she had no control over them. Her right hand slowly reached for the door handle and turned it. The door was locked. Her mind said to turn around and leave, but her body moved forward. She anticipated the pain of running into the door, but it never came. Instead she went right through it. The girl began to walk down a dark hallway. Her mind had given up trying to control her feet.

She walked into a brightly lit room. There was a couch, two recliners, a bookcase, a desk and a warm fire in the fireplace. The room was an ordinary den. She walked toward the bookcase looking for clues to where she was. There were numerous pictures around the room. Her eyes couldn't focus on the exact faces of the people, yet that was not exactly important at the moment. The people in the picture were waving at her. That is impossible! Pictures cannot move. Right? She leaned closer to the picture for a better look when she heard footsteps and laughter behind her. Quickly, she turned around to see a pair of feet walking down the staircase just outside the den. She couldn't hide because her feet were stuck to the floor. A man walked into the room, holding a baby in his arms. He was looking straight at her and was walking toward her. She was about to open her mouth to apologize for the intrusion when the man and the baby walked right through her.

Eleven-year old Lily Evans shot straight out of her bed screaming. It took her a moment to realize that she was still in her own room. The furniture was in the same place it had been before when she went to sleep. Everything was in its usual comfy place. Michael and Anna Evans quietly stood in the doorway and watched their daughter with worried expressions.Mrs. Evans walked beside Lily's bed with Mr. Evans behind her. She sat on the bed and took her daughter's face into her hands. She gently turned Lily's gaze toward her.

"Are you alright?" Mrs. Evans asked. The question took a few moments to register in Lily's mind. She nodded when she finally understood the question, not trusting her voice. Mrs. Evans was not fooled. She slowly turned around to her husband. He noticed the worried look and was about to speak, but he paused. He looked from his wife at his daughter. Lily was in a cold sweat, slowly catching her breath, and two silent tears were gently rolling down her cheeks. Mr. and Mrs. Evans gave their daughter a warm hug and a kiss on her forehead. He then placed his arm around his wife's shoulders.

"Try to get some sleep."

"I'll try" Lily replied no louder than a whisper. The Evans left the room leaving Lily's door slightly ajar. She sat in the darkness as she listened to her parents footsteps fade down the hall. The room was quiet again with the exception of Lily's uneven breathing. She inhaled deeply and slowly exhaled, calming herself slightly. Lying down and pulling the covers around her, Lily stared at the ceiling, replaying her dream in her head. The recollection was a bit hazy and the only part that seem to stand out was the man walking through her. "That was a strange dream" she muttered. After what seemed like an eternity of rolling around, Lily finally fell asleep.

The next morning, Lily was moving a little slower than she normally would. She walked toward her closet on the other side of her spacious room. Her closet was not an average closet. It was a long room filled to maximum capacity. Lily went straight to the far end where she grabbed a pair of khakis pants and a long, white sleeved shirt. Then she headed toward the mirror on her vanity. Lily stood in front of the mirror and grabbed a rubber band. In one swift movement, her hair was put in a low pony tail.

Next she walked back to the mirror and paused to survey her outfit. Lily looked at her reflection. She saw the same almond-shaped green eyes, ivory colored skin, and thick, dark red hair that when loose flowed to the middle of her back. She took a deep breath and sighed.

"What you see is what you get," Lily said out loud. She scrunched up her face in the mirror and laughed. Turning around, Lily looked at the clock beside her bed. It read eight o'clock. Lily left her room and began to walk down the familiar path to the kitchen. The hall was covered with family portraits and painting. At the end of the hall was a long, wooden staircase. The staircase curved toward the left and ended beside the front door. Lily looked back down the she had walked up then over the staircase's banister for any sign of activity. There was none. She smiled to herself. Positioning herself on the top stair, Lily skillfully hoisted herself onto the banister and let herself glide down. The floor was rising quickly. She jumped to late and landed on her bum. Her cheeks were pink with embarrassment as she walked toward the kitchen.

Inside she found her mother and father sitting at a small table that was used when the family did not eat in the dining room. Mrs. Evans was looking at a magazine. In Lily's eyes, her mother was beautiful. She had dark brown eyes, auburn hair, and a cream shade of skin. Then Lily glanced at her father. He was reading the newspaper like he always did. Mr. Evans was wearing a navy blue business suit with a black tie. He had short brown hair and hazel eyes. His face was soft and youthful with a wide mouth that was used to smiling. Out of all the his charming features, Lily loved his eyes the most. Mr. Evans could be extremely serious, but his eyes always had the smallest hint of playfulness in them.

Lily smiled at her parents. They didn't notice that she was standing there. Not wanting to disturb them, she crept across the floor and skillfully pulled out chair from the table without making any noise. Lily reached for an apple from the center of the table and said, "Good morning."

Both of them jumped slightly. It was unusual for Lily to purposely be quiet.

"How long have you been there?" Mrs. Evans asked.

"Not long."

"Is your sister up yet?" Mr. Evans asked, putting his newspaper down so he could take a sip of tea.

"Don't ask me. I'm her sister, not her keeper" Lily replied simply, taking a bite of her apple.

"Lily" Mr. Evans said warningly.

"What? She doesn't keep an eye on me anymore. Besides, I think she likes it when I'm not around" she stated huffily.

"Lily! That's a terrible thing to say about your sister!" exclaimed Mrs. Evans.

"But…"

"No buts young lady. It is completely natural for siblings not to get along, but deep down she has strong feelings for you" Mrs. Evans said with assurance.

"Yeah, called deep loathing" Lily muttered

"Lillian Marie" Mr. Evans said more warningly than before. Lily's jaw dropped. "She started it" she exclaimed pointing toward the kitchen door.

"I'm ending it" Mrs. Evans said. The breakfast went on uneventfully. The Evans knew their daughters did not see eye-to-eye on things. In Lily's mind that was putting it lightly. Petunia was two years older than Lily. Standing beside one another, a person would never assume the two were related. Petunia had a bony, neck, horse like face, brown hair, and brown eyes. The reason for the feud was a mystery. The girls had gotten along when they were younger, then one day Petunia started to treat Lily as if she was invisible.

"May I be excused?" Lily asked. She kissed both her parents and left the room. As soon as the door had swung shut, Lily collided right into Petunia. Both girls were knocked down by the collision.

"Watch where you're going, you twit!" Petunia huffed as she brushed herself off. Petunia and Lily stood up at the same time, though not for long. Lily was knocked to the floor by Petunia's shoulder as she passed by. She smiled triumphantly as she walked into the kitchen. Lily was also smiling. If she thinks I'm going to let that slide, then she is thicker than I thought. Then another thought flashed through her mind.

"Mom, can I go next door?"

"Alright, but be home in time for tea."

Lily quickly ran to her room and grabbed a pair of tennis shoes. She carried them to the front door and went outside. She slide her feet into the shoes and situated her feet. To the left of her brick house was a blue house that belonged to the White family. Lily casually walked up to the front door and let herself in.

Inside, there was a faint sound of dishes being moved. Lily followed it down a hall to a swinging door. Pushing it, she caught a man and a woman cleaning up a small table in the middle of the room.

"Morning" she called brightly, effectively surprising the pair as she had done her parents.

Oh Lily, darling, could you knock next time?" the woman asked with a smile on her face. The man walked over toward Lily with his suit jacket over his arm and a cup of tea in his hand. "She's out back" he whispered to Lily as he kissed the top of Lily's head. Then he walked toward his wife and gave her a kiss. This was Lily's cue to leave. She let herself out the backdoor of the kitchen as easily as she let herself in.

In the backyard there was a girl about Lily's age with short, brown hair standing with her back to Lily. She had a bow and arrow in her hands and was shooting at a target thirty feet away.

"When are you going to storm the castle and steal the money to give to the poor?" Lily yelled with a laugh. The girl turned around and fixed Lily with a questioning look.

"I figure I'll storm the castle when you find Peter Pan and fly off to Neverland" she countered. The girl put her bow on the ground.

"Natalie, I couldn't make the trip in time because I have to be home in time for tea. Besides you would have to come with me. I can't handle all the Lost Boys by myself" Lily laughed again.

"True" Natalie grinned.

The girls began to talk, more like scheming, about what to do about Petunia. Natalie and Lily had been best friends since either could remember. Lily gave Natalie a brief summary of the "Petunia encounter" earlier and waited for any possible suggestions Natalie might come up with. She was silent for a minute. Then, she turned to Lily and asked "How much trouble are we willing to get into?"

"I don't care" Lily said offhandedly.

"Come on, out of all the people to say that to, you should know better than to say that to me."

"Excuse me?"

"Lily, I'm your best friend. The only other people who know you better than me are your parents. You're terrified of getting into trouble, especially if it means tarnishing you're your precious, Daddy's little girl status" Natalie said, pushing Lily playfully.

"Okay so I'm afraid of getting caught by my Dad, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him."

"We're going to get caught you know"

"Yeah, but it will be worth it. So are you in Nattie?"

"When have I not been in?"