There were only a few days left before summer break ended. Lily was dreading going back to school, not that she was a bad student or anything. She'd been getting straight A's for as long as she could remember, but was quickly losing interest in the subject material. This was quite unfortunate for her, since she was only 11 years old and had many years of required education ahead of her.

She wasn't particularly having a good summer either. There were no girls her age that lived nearby. In fact, the only people her age were that annoying Potter kid and the greasy haired Snape kid. Both of them had always struck her as odd, like they were hiding something. To make it even worse, Potter was always pranking her. And not even fun little pranks, he took things way too far. All summer she'd been trying to cook up a prank worthy of revenge

She stared at the window, waiting for something interesting to happen. She had wanted to go to the movies with her friends from school, but the nearest theater was half an hour away and her parents didn't have time to drive her around. Angry thoughts swirled in her head, directed at her parents for being busy and her friends who hadn't offered her a ride.

A sudden BANG snapped her out of her dark thoughts. Lily opened the window as quickly as possible, hoping whatever poor bird that hit it was still alive. A brown ball of feathers tumbled through her window.

How peculiar, she thought. Upon examination, the ball of feathers turned out to be a barn owl. A letter fell to the ground and the owl left more abruptly than it had come.

What on earth is a Hogwarts? This has got to be his dumbest prank this summer she thought, not believing for a second that there was some sort of school dedicated to training young wizards, or that she was invited there. Wonder how he trained the owl, she pondered.

"Lily, your father, Petunia, and I are going to the opera. Your aunt is busy so you'll be staying at the Potters. Bring your toothbrush, you might be sleeping over." She heard her mom shout.

Lily sprinted downstairs. "Mom you can't do this to me! I'm old enough to stay by myself!" She cried, stamping her foot.

"Honey I think this little outburst is proof enough that you're still a child," her mom replied. "Besides," she continued, "James is a very nice boy. I don't see why you need us to drive you halfway across town when there's a boy your age right across the street."

Lily had nothing to say to this. Obviously, if her mom thought James Potter was a nice boy then she was beyond reason. Oh well, Lily thought, at least she'd be able to ask him about the letter. She shoved it in her pocket, bid her parents goodbye, and made her way across the street to Potter's house.

"Hello Lily-Flower (Lily rolled her eyes at this)," James greeted her. "Come right in."

"Is this your idea of a joke, Potter?" she questioned, skipping the formalities and shoving the stupid letter in his face.

The mocking grin slid off his face leaving an expression of complete shock. "L-L-L-Lily you're a wizard too?" he stammered.

"Ha ha very funny Potter."

"MOM GET DOWN HERE, I THINK LILY IS A WIZARD!" he yelled.

His mom appeared with a loud SNAP.

Whoa, that was cool, Lily thought. Actually wait that's impossible.

"Oh hello Lily." Mrs. Potter said, giving Lily a hug. "This might shock you quite a bit but you are a witch. We've had our suspicions for a while now."

Lily stared at her for a few seconds before falling unconscious.

"Oh dear, she must have fainted from the shock. I don't blame her, poor girl. James could you put her on the couch until she wakes up."

Lily was still out cold on the sofa, and James was talking to himself about the terrible things he could do to wake her up.

"I could douse her with ice cold water or I could stick my armpit under her nose, or maybe I need to give her a kiss-"

"I'M AWAKE." Lily screamed.

" He he he. Ok, tomorrow we're gonna take you to Diagon Alley so you can exchange your money and get supplies," James told her. He had a big stupid smile on his face.

"So this isn't some dumb prank?" Lily asked.

"No, but if it were it would be the best prank ever. Oh and did I ever tell you you're really heavy-"

"POTTER"

"OUCH"

The rest of her stay at the Potter's consisted of a monkey, a house elf, and a lot of whipped cream. With the occasional bucket of water here and there.

The Potter's doorbell rang. Lily raced to answer it, hoping it was her parents. She didn't even let them greet her before exclaiming, "Mom, Dad, guess what! I'm a witch! There's this school called Hogwarts and I can do magic and and-"

"We know sweetie, a funny man named Albus Dumbledore stopped by a few days ago when you were out shopping. He's the headmaster of your school, and he explained everything. We have your train ticket too. Here, you hold on to it." her mom told her.

Lily was too excited about being a witch to care that her parents had kept this from her for days. Besides, she probably wouldn't have believed them anyway. It was a bit disappointing that her new wizarding school didn't have a more interesting form of transportation. Why ride a train when you have magic carpets? She checked the ticket for details.

Hmm, there's no such thing as platform 9 and 3 quarters.