Hello everyone! This is my first fanfiction so don't hate but constructive criticism would be helpful! So yeah, enjoy! I wouldn't say this is entirely accurate but hey! (Sorry it is quite short)
Disclaimer: Do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. They are all owned by JKR.
Chapter 1: The Letter
(Lily's POV)
It was unbelievable when Sev told me, so I decided to keep it to myself. Me? A witch? It was as almost as if he was insulting me, if I didn't trust him, of course. Although, it would explain a lot of strange things that happened to me.
Over the summer, he told me about his life and other things about the wizarding world. He told me about the good spells but he warned me about the bad ones. He forget to mention about the prejudice for people like me, who came from a non-magical family, muggle-borns. He told me about Azkaban, the wizarding prison and then about unicorn and other magical creatures. But what fascinated me most was Hogwarts.
It was a Saturday morning. I hate waking up but normally my mum drags me out. I looked at my clock. It was 9 'o' clock! I ran down the stairs to find out what was wrong. I was half-way there then stopped. It was my birthday.
I ran down the stairs, excited. They probably just I heard low murmurs and heard snippets of "I just can't believe it." And "A witch?"
I gulped and entered the room. I saw a lady with a tight bun and a strict yet gentle look on her face but what I thought was strange was that she wasn't wearing what I would call 'normal' clothes. They were robes. Sev had told me about how wizards and witches wore robes. The murmurs became silent as they saw me: The lady, Mum, Dad and Tuney. Tuney was very quiet but I could see a look of disgust on her face.
"Miss Evans?" Said the lady. She had a letter in her hand.
Shaking, I took it and read, in emerald green ink:
Miss L. Evans,
Smallest bedroom,
14 Buscombe Street,
I turned it over and I saw a crest. I slowly opened it, knowing it would change my life.
