A/N: My first attempt at a fanfic, (!) or at least my first published one. Rated T for language in future chapters and just in case. I know this is short, but it's the prologue. The other chapters will be longer (probably.)
Prologue: Perfectly Average
Petunia Jane Evans was a perfectly average girl who lived a perfectly average life. She had two successful parents; her father, Joseph Evans, was a doctor at the local pediatrician, and her mother, Samantha Evans, was a teacher at the nearby primary school. She lived in her parents' pretty, modest house-for the time being, at least, because young Miss Petunia Evans was about to become Mrs. Petunia Dursley. Her fiancé, Vernon, was perfect for her. He prided himself in being normal, so he fit into her average lifestyle quite well.
There was just one little flaw in Petunia's perfectly average life. This little flaw went by the name of Lily Anne Evans. Lily was Petunia's younger sister, but they were nothing alike. Petunia, or 'Tuney,' as her sister used to call her (before they drifted apart due to their differences), was of average height and average beauty and was very graceful. Petunia had long blonde hair and a very long neck. Her eyes were dark, in strong contrast to her fair skin and hair. She was very thin and quite bony, with pale, thin lips. Petunia wore a decent amount of make-up and spent her fair share of time on her appearance.
Then, there was Lily, who was naturally beautiful. Unlike her sister, she was not graceful in the least. In fact, she was very clumsy. While Petunia's blonde hair was common, Lily's firey head stood out in a crowd, for it was a bright orange, long, and wavy, and quite literally looked like fire when she moved and the light caught it. Lily was skinny, though not as thin as her sister, nor was she as bony. Lily was relatively tall; not a giant, but she had a good few inches on most females she knew, including her sister and mother. Now we get to Lily's favourite feature about herself: her eyes. Unlike her sister's plain, common eyes, she had bright, almond-shaped, emerald-green eyes, which she was fortunate enough to have inherited from her maternal grandmother. One of the incredibly few things Lily shared with her sister was her skin tone, though Lily's skin was spotted with freckles, as opposed to Petunia's clear skin. Lily usually wore little to no make-up, unless there was a special occasion; she had no need for it.
But it wasn't Lily's noticeable appearance that made her the flaw in her sister's nearly perfect life, it was the fact that Lily was anything but average, because she was a witch. No, that's not meant as an insult; Lily had actual magical powers. Lily Evans was hardly a normal witch, for the reasons that she was exceptionally talented in most aspects of magic, and that she was a Muggle-born, meaning her parents were Muggles, or non-magical people. Most witches and wizards were half-bloods, meaning they have at least some magic blood in them. Purebloods, people without an ounce of Muggle blood (or so they say), are also fairly common, but their numbers were dwindling.
Now, this is not the story of Lily's exceptional wizarding skills or of the perfectly average Petunia, this is the story of how one Lily Anne Evans and one James Harold Potter came to be one: Lily and James.
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