Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I'm not too creative, so I don't own most of it.
Anything you may recognize belongs to J.K Rowling.
Author's Note: This is my first fanfic, so if anyone is actually reading this don't be too harsh if it totally sucks! This is just part one of the prologue; the story will begin with Lily and the rest in their sixth year. Please R/R! Thanks
The faint tunes of "Happy Birthday to You" were coming from downstairs. Slowly, Lily Evans opened one eye, then the other. She smiled. Today was her eleventh birthday, and nothing could spoil her good mood, not even Petunia's taunts.
She got up from bed quickly and brushed her frizzy red hair. She was actually having a birthday party. Everyone knew Petunia was the only one who had birthday parties. Lily was so nervous that she made Petunia hand out the invitations. Lily didn't have many friends, but she invited her whole class anyway. But since it was summer vacation, she wasn't sure that some of her classmates would even remember her. Anxiety seemed to settle in her stomach. Why hadn't anyone called her about the party anyway? Lily knew she should have called, but shyness got the better of her.
Lily hastily took a shower and got dressed in her birthday clothes. She ran down the stairs, feeling great. Even her hair was behaving.
"Happy Birthday sweetie!" her mother greeted her.
"Thank you."
Mrs. Evans threw a glance at Petunia. "Don't you have something to say to your sister, Petunia?"
Petunia opened her mouth to say something nasty, but thought better of it and mumbled a happy birthday.
"Your gifts are on the kitchen table, dear. The guests should be arriving at 12:30," Mrs. Evans informed Lily.
For the next three hours, Lily waited and waited. It was already 12:45. Surely the first guest should arrive?
When it was two, Lily gave up all hope. "Mom, can you please call someone and ask?" she asked meekly.
"Sure sweetie."
Her mother came back fifteen minutes later, looking angry.
"Petunia!"
"What Mom?!!"
"Come down here!"
Petunia's horse like face was wearing a scowl. "I hope its something important!" she snapped.
Their mother took a deep breath. "Apparently, none of Lily's friends got their invitations. Any idea why this would be?" she said, looking at Petunia sternly.
"How should I know why the twerp's friends-"
" I think," said their mother slowly and dangerously, "that I should check your bedroom, and see whether the invitations are there, Petunia!"
"Alright, alright. But it was just to save Lily the embarrassment. I mean, who would want to go to a loser's birthday party, anyway?" And with that, Petunia ran back upstairs.
Their mother turned to Lily. "Lily, sweetheart."
But Lily's green eyes brimmed with tears, and she too, ran upstairs.
****
Lily opened her eyes. She must have fallen asleep. She sat up on her bed, rubbing her head. What had happened? But the memory threatened to bring tears to her eyes again.
This wasn't the first time Lily had been the victim of Petunia's heartless pranks. But this was one too many times. The strange part was though that at times, Lily had managed to get back at Petunia, without using her hands or mouth. There was the time when Lily was eight and Petunia ten, when their father had bought them both ice cream cones, and Petunia was successful in making Lily drop hers. Lily was so angry that somehow, she had made Petunia drop her cone also without even touching her. This gave Petunia more reasons to think of Lily as a loser and a freak, even though their father continually explained to Petunia that her hands must have lost grip of the cone.
Lily got up from her bed. Her father probably called when she was asleep. Lily clearly thought it was unfair that Mr. Evans was present on Petunia's birthday, and was absent on hers. She knew it wasn't his fault; he traveled all the time, but Lily also knew Petunia wouldn't dare pull a prank with their father around.
Lily entered the kitchen sulkily, where her mother was at the kitchen table, looking harassed. "Lily, I've talked to your father, and he said Petunia will be punished. Don't worry dear, you could always have another party. By the way, you've got some mail."
I don't want another party, Lily thought angrily, as she absentmindedly opened her mail. The first envelope contained a birthday card and some money, from her father. The second envelope contained the same, but this time from her grandparents. When she reached the third envelope, she looked at it strangely. It was most peculiar. It was very thick, with her address written in green ink, and so precise that it actually stated "The Smallest Bedroom" under her name. Lily tore it open, and a sheaf of papers fell out. She read the first one, and screamed.
"Mom!" she exclaimed breathlessly. "I'm a witch!"
Author's Note: This is my first fanfic, so if anyone is actually reading this don't be too harsh if it totally sucks! This is just part one of the prologue; the story will begin with Lily and the rest in their sixth year. Please R/R! Thanks
The faint tunes of "Happy Birthday to You" were coming from downstairs. Slowly, Lily Evans opened one eye, then the other. She smiled. Today was her eleventh birthday, and nothing could spoil her good mood, not even Petunia's taunts.
She got up from bed quickly and brushed her frizzy red hair. She was actually having a birthday party. Everyone knew Petunia was the only one who had birthday parties. Lily was so nervous that she made Petunia hand out the invitations. Lily didn't have many friends, but she invited her whole class anyway. But since it was summer vacation, she wasn't sure that some of her classmates would even remember her. Anxiety seemed to settle in her stomach. Why hadn't anyone called her about the party anyway? Lily knew she should have called, but shyness got the better of her.
Lily hastily took a shower and got dressed in her birthday clothes. She ran down the stairs, feeling great. Even her hair was behaving.
"Happy Birthday sweetie!" her mother greeted her.
"Thank you."
Mrs. Evans threw a glance at Petunia. "Don't you have something to say to your sister, Petunia?"
Petunia opened her mouth to say something nasty, but thought better of it and mumbled a happy birthday.
"Your gifts are on the kitchen table, dear. The guests should be arriving at 12:30," Mrs. Evans informed Lily.
For the next three hours, Lily waited and waited. It was already 12:45. Surely the first guest should arrive?
When it was two, Lily gave up all hope. "Mom, can you please call someone and ask?" she asked meekly.
"Sure sweetie."
Her mother came back fifteen minutes later, looking angry.
"Petunia!"
"What Mom?!!"
"Come down here!"
Petunia's horse like face was wearing a scowl. "I hope its something important!" she snapped.
Their mother took a deep breath. "Apparently, none of Lily's friends got their invitations. Any idea why this would be?" she said, looking at Petunia sternly.
"How should I know why the twerp's friends-"
" I think," said their mother slowly and dangerously, "that I should check your bedroom, and see whether the invitations are there, Petunia!"
"Alright, alright. But it was just to save Lily the embarrassment. I mean, who would want to go to a loser's birthday party, anyway?" And with that, Petunia ran back upstairs.
Their mother turned to Lily. "Lily, sweetheart."
But Lily's green eyes brimmed with tears, and she too, ran upstairs.
****
Lily opened her eyes. She must have fallen asleep. She sat up on her bed, rubbing her head. What had happened? But the memory threatened to bring tears to her eyes again.
This wasn't the first time Lily had been the victim of Petunia's heartless pranks. But this was one too many times. The strange part was though that at times, Lily had managed to get back at Petunia, without using her hands or mouth. There was the time when Lily was eight and Petunia ten, when their father had bought them both ice cream cones, and Petunia was successful in making Lily drop hers. Lily was so angry that somehow, she had made Petunia drop her cone also without even touching her. This gave Petunia more reasons to think of Lily as a loser and a freak, even though their father continually explained to Petunia that her hands must have lost grip of the cone.
Lily got up from her bed. Her father probably called when she was asleep. Lily clearly thought it was unfair that Mr. Evans was present on Petunia's birthday, and was absent on hers. She knew it wasn't his fault; he traveled all the time, but Lily also knew Petunia wouldn't dare pull a prank with their father around.
Lily entered the kitchen sulkily, where her mother was at the kitchen table, looking harassed. "Lily, I've talked to your father, and he said Petunia will be punished. Don't worry dear, you could always have another party. By the way, you've got some mail."
I don't want another party, Lily thought angrily, as she absentmindedly opened her mail. The first envelope contained a birthday card and some money, from her father. The second envelope contained the same, but this time from her grandparents. When she reached the third envelope, she looked at it strangely. It was most peculiar. It was very thick, with her address written in green ink, and so precise that it actually stated "The Smallest Bedroom" under her name. Lily tore it open, and a sheaf of papers fell out. She read the first one, and screamed.
"Mom!" she exclaimed breathlessly. "I'm a witch!"