Okay well this is another one of my ficcies, hope u like this chapter...and within the next two weeks the second one should be up. Thanks in advance.
All the ffs that i have written are L&J and they have both been Gryffindores, this maybe sort of AU but i still hope you read and give it a chance.
Disclaimer:I am not JK, but i just borrowed someof her characters adnmade themmy own for the duration of this story.
Chapter 1 – A story of a girl.
'Lily hurry along now.' Called a petite woman with red hair, as she held on to the hand of her other daughter.
'Comin' mama.' replied the little girl of three just as loud from the house.
'Bye-bye housey.' Said the other little girl who was just five and a half as she waved to her house sadly with her free hand. Her mother, who she was angry at, for the moment, held the other. Her three-year-old sister came running outside with her pigtails bouncing.
The Evans was moving, and though it was cold – since it was the middle of winter – they were leaving in a hurry.
Mr. Cullen Evans had gotten a rather important and immediate job in the United States, Boston to be exact. The letter arrived a week ago; he had to be there by the second week if was accepting the job.
It was supposedly urgent.
They needed someone right away.
Well he decided to accept and here they were about to leave Privet Drive, the place where they had lived for seven years. His wife Lindsey and his two daughters Petunia – the oldest – and Lily had finished packing and now they were about to leave for the airport.
The furniture would be sold together with the house; they were going to buy everything new there.
Petunia Evans waved sadly again to her beloved house but not before she vowed then and there that she would come back to it.
Lily Evans – too young to know any better, too young to care – with her pigtails flying in the wind hoped in to the opened car which her mother had opened for her when she came from the house.
Lindsey Evans was sad to leave the house in which she had started a family in and spent the best years of her life in but she was intrigued with the prospect of living in another country.
A neighbour looked out on the street five minutes later. No one was there, the street and the driveway was empty. Looked like the Evans left already. For better pastures no doubt. They always seemed like the sort that felt that they were too good for normal folk.
Four years and some months later...
'Amen.' The four members of the Evans family chorused.
As they started to eat, Mr. Evans looked at his family and smiled. He waited awhile before he spoke though.
'I have some news for you all, one that will change the rest of our lives.'
His three girls looked up at him expectedly. He cleared his throat before he plunged ahead with his news.
'I have a job offer.'
'Well that's great Cullen. Is it here in Southie?' His wife asked referred to the nickname of the place they lived. South Boston was known for its Irish pubs and fishing.
As a matter of fact that was how Cullen Evans got his name, from his grandfather on his mothers side. He was Irish.
'Uh, not exactly.' He said stammering slightly. 'You see it's the job I've been waiting for, the one I've been wanting ever since you and I met in University, ever since I got my degree.'
He cleared his throat again.
'The only catch is that we'll have to move. We'll have to move back to England.'
'England?' all three of the Evans women exclaimed, one in uncertainty, the other in happiness and the other in well shock.
'Home? In Surrey?' a now nine year old Petunia Evans asked in unsustainable happiness.
'I'm afraid not.'
'But you said England.' She replied in a slightly subdued voice.
'Yes well we'll be moving to a place near London. Enfield is the name of the town.'
But that only dimmed Petunia's happiness slightly.
Lily with uncertain green eyes looked at her father. She never really remembered much about Surrey except what her sister and parents told her, which wasn't much.
Moving away form her friends gave her a somewhat sad jolt. They weren't close friends mind you, more like acquaintances really but she'll miss them since she had no real friends and she met the two of them last year. They were boys who really didn't care one way another if she was playing with them.
Lily said nothing but wondered if she'll have better luck in friendship there.
She and her sister turned to their mother watching her reaction, as she looked straight at her husband. Lindsey glared at him. He winced slightly knowing full well that she didn't like moving from her home in the first place those years ago.
'Don't you think it's about time we went back home?' she said sternly before grinning cheekily.
There it was. The Evans was moving again. This time though, the mood was set in a different light. It was the ending of spring and everyone of the family was happy about that move. Everything will be set out beautifully.
Lily Evans sat on the back porch of her new home; it looked over the valley of a small hill. She would have enjoyed the scenery if she had something to do while watching it.
They had moved into the house a month ago, but it still felt strange and new to Lily. Her new bed still wasn't comfortable at nights as all new beds were. On top of all that she still hadn't seen one interesting person in all the days of July.
Petunia stayed in her room mostly. Being ten made Petunia feel she was all high and mighty. So what her sister has reached to double digits in age.
She would have the same soon; well at least in two years and a couple weeks. Being seven stinks since, she hadn't seen a person her age anywhere, not one in the few houses that lined her street.
It was going to the end of August and Lily peddled her bike, which she got for her birthday, down the street.
She had promised her mother that she would not go to far but when she went to the end of the pavement on Chirun's Crescent she saw that there was a house straight to her left that was shrouded in trees.
She could believe house interesting it looked.
She wasn't sure what was holding certain parts of it together.
Lily peddled and stopped behind an okay tree.
She saw a few minutes later that a girl with red hair come through the front door of the house.
The girl's hair was lighter than hers – which was dark auburn – and from what Lily could see it was spiral curled to Lily's waves.
She realised after a few seconds that the girl was her age.
She almost wanted to get closer but couldn't. She knew what her mum would say about her curiosity.
Who knows, since the girl lived so close maybe they'll go to the same school. Lily couldn't wait to find out.
'Mother have you seen my broom?' the girl called through the window she just walked up too.
Broom? Oh she must have chores but why would a girl want her own broom?'Maybe your cousin took it.' Called a deeper feminine voice from inside.
'She wouldn't take it with out asking me and besides haven't you noticed she is not here?'
'Yes dear, I know that I was thinking Danny took it.'
'Oh that thieving little prat. I'll hunt him down, nobody rides my broom with out permission.'
Why would someone ride a broom?
The only logical thing an eight-year-old girl could come up with was,
Maybe he's pretending to ride a horse.
She hadn't noticed though that darkness was about to fall until she heard a cricket chirp she knew she was in for it, her mother was going to kill her. She was way out past her usual time.
She no longer saw the girl who had ran back inside the house so she decided that it was time to go home.
Fifteen minutes later found Lily outside her house with a whole heap of punishment.
Grounded.
That's what she was and Petunia relished it. Lily didn't understand why she should get such a strict punishment.
She was late – yes – but nothing happened judged the eight year old.
Lily knew she shouldn't be here. She was grounded after all but she wanted to see what was making all those weird swishing noises. It was there every five minutes while she was on her bed. It was getting annoying to say the least.
Here she was on her waterspout that was two feet away form her window.
Looking out into the darkness she swore she saw a strange outline in the sky. The crescent moon didn't reflect more than a glimmer of pale light so she couldn't see anything.
Unexpectedly she lost her balance and since she couldn't reclaim it she screamed and fell. Those few seconds after she let go she wished she never came out here in the first place.
She was falling, falling, falling until she fell ... on her bed.
Lily jerked up and looked around wildly, it was the same time her parents came bursting into the room
'Mum I fell out of the window and landed on my bed.'
'What? Lily what's going on?'
Lily then went on to tell her parents what had happened and when she was almost done her mother shushed her overflow of words.
'Lily, honey it was just a bad dream.'
'No mama, I swear I climbed down the pipe and then halfway down I fell and ended up on my bed.'
'Lily don't swear.' Warned her father sternly.
'But –,'
'No buts, honey it was just a dream, now go back to bed.'
Lily did but was a long way form sleeping.
She knew that she was awake didn't she?
That thing, what happened, it felt real.
Well it had to have been a dream; mama said so, she reasoned.
Funny thought Lily as she walked up the steps of her school at recess. It was the first day of school and she hadn't seen that girl she saw last month.
On top of that fact it seemed to her that a lot of the children didn't want to talk to her.
What?
Did she smell or something?
Honestly you'd think they have never seen a red headed, green-eyed girl before. Of course she was little on the skinny side but that should put anybody off of her.
She had seen far more skinny girls than herself on the playground and they made friends. Even Petunia who didn't seem to mind that her sister had no friends. You'd think she would at least feel sorry for her.
Lily was kind of hoping that she would have come so that she could say no to her charity but nothing. In fact Petunia acted as though she didn't have a sister with irritated Lily to no end.
Lily hadn't spoken in class all morning and soon the teacher was beginning to ask them all questions, about themselves, their family and their hobbies.
This getting to know your teacher thing had Lily on edge.
What could she possibly say about herself that was even remotely fascinating? Sighing, she stood up with it was her turn and smiled a smile she didn't feel. She decided on the truth, it sounded much better than anything she could think of on the spot.
'I was born in Surrey, and then my family and I moved to Southie in Boston when I was three. We moved to this area in July. I live with my parents and my sister.'
And that was all she said before she sat back down on her chair. The teacher, Mrs. Angela Piper smiled at her.
'My you have a nice accent. It's mixed though, mostly American but you have British in there as well. Nice to meet you Lily Evans.'
There was a slight murmur before the introductions continued.
Lunch was quite a different experience for Lily than recess was. People introduced themselves to her and then interrogated her on America. Others merely sniffed at her – that really made her think again that she smelled – and the with their nose in the air left.
All this time Lily was basking in the glow of popularity she didn't realise how soon it would come to and end. The ones who talked to her in the beginning were now different towards her by the end of the month.
It seemed that a new transfer student had come from Hollywood to their school. With the days of popularity over she had more free time on her hands.
Since she was ditched she decided that she might as well do something productive. It was not like she had anything better to do.
Reading seemed like the most bearable idea to her but there was no way she was going to stay in an empty library. She didn't wan to look like that much of a geek. (No offence to anyone. I myself stay in the library at times.)
She borrowed a couple of Secret Seven mystery book. She had read some of them back in Southie and was surprised that had some of them here.
She went outside and sat under a shady tree that was next to play area.
And it was there you would find her two years later with another book.
She had given up trying to make friends at this school.
There were a couple of nice children she talked to every so often but they themselves were either loners or people who would like to be her friend but otherwise engaged with people who didn't.
Not that she minded however. To her things were better if they remained the same.
Lily had long passed mystery book and such, she was now reading up on Egyptian and Roman culture and history.
Ancient Egypt was a fascinating place and although the schoolbooks only carried its history and myths up to a certain point she still burrowed in them.
She usually had a dictionary on hand if she couldn't figure out the words.
She grew curious about their curses and legends but as they didn't have those kinds of books she settled on read about new places and people.
Like the Druids.
Ancient people who were thought to have made human sacrifices in the areas were the Stonehenge is located, near Silbury hill. Some people believed that aliens built those Megalithic structures other believed that people who possessed magic did.
In truth no one really does.
It was interesting though and right there in England.
One day...
'Ha, ha, ha, Evans has no friends.' Called a boy named Linc.
Lily looked up and glared at him from where she was under her tree. This was her last year in the dratted school and she could wait to get out and go to her secondary school.
Not the one Petunia was going to, oh no. Her first choice was Mauve's Academy for Girls. She had seen enough stupid skinny twits to last her a lifetime and that included this one right here with his group of incurable stupid boys—besides she heard the library was amazing.
'Please, like a skinny idiot like you would know what a real friends was.' Said Lily; although she had no idea what is was either.
'The least she could do was bluff herself out of this little fight. More than two years had passed and none particularly liked her. She never understood why.
She looked to the side if Linc. Looked like skinny twit had come to visit her with his skinny little girlfriend as well not to mention his three cronies behind them. No doubt he said that because Mena, his witch of a girlfriend sent him to make her peaceful lunchtime a living hell.
Ten-year-old children could be as mean as grumpy old men when they want to be and before lily knew what had happened balloons filled with water was thrown at her. All her books were getting wet and she was getting angry.
She got up and ran to the jungle gym.
They snickered and pointed and she ran. No one was around and Lily couldn't wait to find something and get back at them with. That was all she could think about.
They converged on her like the way you would coral a horse. Before she knew what was happening it was too late.
It seemed the prats had some smarts after all.
She thought.
It seemed that they had rigged two large balloons of water to fall in a certain spot. The spot where Lily now was.
It wasn't as though she had any real allies in this school. Even if Petunia had been there she wouldn't have helped her only sibling.
They were once close but Petunia seemed to have drifted from her, the thought made her even angrier. All the anger she was keeping bottled up seemed to be surfacing.
Anger that no one liked her, anger that she couldn't talk to her sister anymore and anger she felt when people underestimated her.
Somehow when the large balloons were about to fall on her they missed. They fell on Linc and his girlfriend.
The two of them looked at each other in horror and dashed towards school. Lily couldn't have been happier.
[I] Obviously [/I] their own stupid trick backfired.
Even though they were a few feet away from her. They must have set everything wrong though because the wind couldn't have pushed it that far.
That was impossible.
Knowing that she was going to be late she picked up her books and headed towards class, fully aware that she would have to stay back after school.
In the days that followed the more things that kept happening to her the more times Lily dismissed them as flukes and in one case bad dreams.
It was one day though that everything changed that led her on the journey of her life.
It was not changed so much that is wasn't something she could accept but there was the fact that she and no other ordinary person she knew had this ability.
The letter she had gotten from an owl had explained all the details and the directions as well as what some things were when she got it, she swore that it was some kind of joke. But how could it be?
She had let herself wonder and she felt that if this was true then she might finally be able to belong to a place a place that was meant for her. Where people will accept her and not think of her as any kind of outcast.
Someone had gone to an awful lot of trouble for her to look like a fool because it was obvious the owl was well trained.
She had been reading up on Gothic architecture—dictionary on hand—when she got her letter from a place called Hogworts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The brown owl had suddenly swooped in her window and dropped the letter in the middle of her book.
The weird thing was it sat there as if waiting to carry something back. So she read it and came to the conclusion that the world was just plain crazy.
She was a witch and not something you see in old movies with evil ugly green women with cackling laughter too a real witch. How could she be one of those?
Will she look like them? She though she was pretty human looking unless being a witch mean that she would look like that when she grew up.
Well her Parents were happy when she told them they were ecstatic.
We have a witch in the family. Witch.
Magic.
They were term not foreign to her but she knew them form different contexts.
No here she was on a September morning with the worn out letter—dog-eared from too much reading and re-reading—tucked into her jumper pocket that determined the life she was going to lead for the next seven years.
She was going to the school and has Lily pulled up to the train station with her parents she knew what she was going to do.
She has never had a real adventure; it was time to start thinking of her life as one now.