On a warm summers evening down broadville lane Lily Evans looked out the open window of number nine and breathed in the autumn air. With her chin rested in her hands, she kneeled comfortably on the cushions pressed against the sunshine yellow wall. Looking out at broadville lane one may see the life of the suburban households; The children laughing playfully, or the gloomy next door neighbors hiding behind the curtains. Or they may see the perfectly manicured lawns, green to perfection. Perhaps one may see Mrs. Number thirteen walking her teacup chiuhaua. But Lily Evans didn't see any of these things that occur everyday on broadville lane. Lily Evans had one thing on her mind, and one thing only.

From appearance, Lily seemed like an ordinary eleven year-old girl that did ordinary eleven year-old things. But what nobody knows about Lily (except for Mum, Dad and Petunia of course) is that she is a witch. The letter arrived earlier this very day, during the hot hours of the afternoon. A letter that held so much information, Lily could hardly contain it all. In fact, she barely did contain it all. What with her mother ranting in french and pacing the kitchen, or her father staring at her like she was on show, or Petunia, who wouldn't even look at her. Although her family didn't have the best reaction, Lily couldn't hold her excitement. She was staring out the window of her bedroom thinking about Hogwarts when she heard a knock on her door.

"Lily, it's Petunia. Mum sent me to tell you dinner is ready," Lily's sister said through the cracked door. Petunia was a few years older than Lily, and although they were related, they looked absolutely nothing alike. Petunia was tall with blonde hair and sported a horsey face. She held her head up high on a neck not quite as long as a giraffe's, but progressing. She was skin and bone, and rather lanky. Her big round brown eyes would win a competition against a hawk, searching for prey. And to sum things up she wore a look of pure loathing towards Lily, quite the opposite of any look Lily has ever worn.

"All right, I'll be right down," Lily said standing up. Petunia shut the door with a snap and Lily walked over to it, pulling it open again. The smell of steak and lobster filled the air and Lily breathed it in with pleasure. "Mmmm," she said to herself.

The dining room table was set for four, with food gleaming deliciously in the middle. "Mum, Petunia, this looks great!" Lily said smiling.

"Thank you Lily," Her mother said with a grin. "I know you have a big day tomorrow."

"Yep!" Lily said excitedly sitting down and helping herself to the food. "I am so excited! Mum, dad, Petunia, are you all coming with me?"

"What to Diagon Alley? Of course hon!" Lily's dad said with a wink.

"I just have a few errands to run in the morning but there is no way i would miss being there," Lily's mum said smiling.

Everyone looked eagerly toward Petunia. "Ugh, no. I won't be there," Petunia said making sure to add a disgusted look toward Lily.

"Are you busy?" her dad asked.

"Er... Yes," Petunia said looking widly around as if to find a lie sitting right in front of her. "I'm.. er.. visiting my boyfriend. You know, Vernon?" This seemed to go over well with Lily's parents. Seemed to go over well.

"Oh yes, I do like that boy. He is so good for you Petunia," her mother said with a small smile. Lily saw her mum nudge Mr. Evans under the table.

"Ouch. Oh, right. Vernon? Yes, yes, he's er.. He's a good boy," Mr. Potter said umconvincingly, attempting a smile and failing miserably.

"Why do you sound like that daddy?" Petunia asked in a whiny voice. "Why is it that you don't like any one of my friends?" Her temper started rising. "You like all of Lily's friends!"

Lily didn't want to find herself in the middle of anything so she quickly exited the dining room unnoticed by anyone. She slipped up the stairs and shut the door to her room quietly. She put on her pajamas, crawled into her bed and snuggled up with her blue-eyed gray kitten.

"Oh Milly, this is going to be a long night," Lily said while yawning. And surprisingly, Lily turned over and was asleep within seconds.

"Meow," came the reply from Milly.

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