Author's Note: I really like this plot. Please review if you like it!

Summary: Things would have been so different had Lily been a Seer…

A good beginning for this story would be having Lily Evans become Lily Potter, but I'm not going to do that. Why? It's conventional and sentimental. Instead, I shall start at the real beginning, and when I get to the end, I'll stop.

So, the beginning:

11-year-old Lily Evans woke up from one of her dreams again. She sat bolt upright, her dark red hair messy and slightly tangled around her shoulders. She looked around her butter-yellow bedroom, from her plain wood bookshelves to her sky-blue muslin curtains. She smoothed out her white night dress instead of sighing with relief that it was all just a dream, because she couldn't. It wasn't just a dream.

Lately her dreams had been coming true. Once she dreamt that Petunia would slip on a puddle of lemonade in the kitchen at around 2 P.M. It happened about 3 days later. She never could understand how this happened (of course not), but what she did understand was that she liked the visions in which the nosy little neighbor boy would be sent to the hospital. This happened twice already. Lily giggled to herself.

This was not the only thing that happened. She could sometimes make people or objects do things whenever she was angry or scared. She could make things happen the way she wanted it to happen. Or, at least, that's what it felt like. Once she swore that a bluebird was actually talking to her.

She never told her parents, for fear of having herself sent to some institution. She didn't want Tuna (this is what Lily called her sister behind her back… and in her face as well, now that you mention it…) bragging that her prediction had come true. "I've always said that," Lily imagined she'd say. "She'd go to the asylum one of these days." But of course this was a joke, and the sisters got on well, with only one year in their age gap. Both girls did well in school. Petunia was a gossipy cheerleader, though, while Lily was on the soccer/football team. The sisters were the best of friends.

That all changed when summer had rolled around.

It was a typical day, actually. Lily and Petunia were playing with the kittens, training them to fetch and play dead. Their parents watched in amusement as the white kitten, which was trying to play dead, accidentally rolled down the hill upon which the Evans residence rested. Lily laughed as she attempted to rescue the rolling, panicking feline. Petunia rolled as well, in her laughter.

"I'll go get some more drinks," Mrs. Evans said, heading into the house. A few minutes later, there was a crash, and Mrs. Evans screamed for Lily. The redhead ran inside, hoping to find her mother in one piece. As a consolation (though she was still whole), Lily found her with this huge, almost insane, smile. Still grinning, Mrs. Evans gave her daughter a bit of what looked like 19th century parchment.

Dear Ms. Evans,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

There was another piece of parchment attached to this letter. Lily found that there were many things that one needed in this supposed "magic school". She always thought one would just need a wand, some fancy costume and a top hat—and perhaps the classic white rabbit—to become a magician.

It was very hard for this to sink in. All those odd things that had been happening… was that what they were called? Magic? Was this maybe another dream, in which she was measuring, in tangible degrees, her mother's sanity? 'No,' she thought. 'And even if it was a dream, it'd come true sooner or later anyway.'

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"They're actually proud," Lily confided to Petunia in her room. "It's a cool thing to be," her sister replied. "I mean, I wish I could see the future. As for the bluebird, I'll be satisfied with Vernon talking to me," she finished.

"You mean that fat football player?"

"He's not fat, he has big bones!"

"Whatever you say, Tuna."

"Stop calling me that. And anyway," Petunia began, "imagine! All the possibilities! I mean, you'll pretty much be trained to use and control your 'powers', right? It's not anything bad, I think. Maybe, in that world, magicians have better jobs!" Lily knew Petunia was thinking about those fast-food joint jobs. Neither of the sisters wanted to work for anybody but themselves. "Evans Sisters, CEO's!" they used to say.

"You're absolutely right, Tuna."

"Stop that!"

A/N: Don't worry, I will fit in the Petunia-hates-Lily thingy later.