Summary: Ever wondered if there was another reason for why Petunia hated Lily. Here is the true reason why, (in my own crazy little world). Let's just say it involves a boy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter etc. If you think I do I suggest you get your head examined because you probably have a mental illness (no offense to people with mental illnesses).

The True Reason

Chapter 1: The Beginning

Lily was lying on her back in her bedroom staring at the ceiling, her shoulder length; dark red hair was fanned around her, she glanced at her alarm clock, 11:55PM. Five minutes until she turned 11, five long torturous minutes of hell. Lily sighed and sat up picking up her book, Pride and Prejudice. Why couldn't her life be as exciting as the books she read? Another look at her clock, 11:56, another sigh.

Lily stood up before falling back down biting down on her lip to stop herself from crying out. She drew in a deep breath before lifting up her top slightly, with one finger she pressed down on a dark blue verging on the point of being black bruise. Lily flinched as she almost blacked out in a wave of agony. Her father had definitely cracked or broken one or two of her ribs in the previous day's beating.

A small crack of light appeared as the door opened slightly just enough for a tall and slim girl to slip through. Lily didn't notice as she curled up into the foetal position and let herself cry. The figure sat down on Lily's bed and began stroking her hair back and muttering comforting words.

Lily and her sister, Petunia, had always been very close, after the death of their mother, Anna, their father had turned to alcohol for comfort. At first it had only been a glass or two but gradually it became bottles. In Paul Evans' drunken state he would mistake his youngest daughter for her mother and would beat her senseless, shouting about how she had left him. The next day Paul was sweet and calm and apologised to Lily over and over, telling her he would change. He never did.

"Lily what can I do?" Petunia asked her weeping sister, Lily bit her lip and gestured towards the cupboard in the corner of the room. Petunia got up and opened it. Inside were various bottles of different shapes and sizes, each containing different coloured tablets and pills.

"The bottle of stuff that looks like pink lipgloss." Lily said "Oh, and get the round bottle with the orange pills." Petunia took down both bottles, and walked over to Lily. Lily picked up the first jar and rubbed the oily semi solid on her bruises. Gasping slightly when she hit a sensitive spot. When she was done she swallowed two pills after checking the inscription on the side of the bottle.

Once finished she breathed deeply for a few minutes before relaxing slightly as the painkillers kicked in. She sat up and faced her sister giving her a hug, "Thank You" Lily whispered,



"No problem" Her sister whispered back stroking her sister's hair. A loud tapping from the window brought both girls out of their feel good family moment (AN: Life With Derek sentence). Lily ran to her window briefly forgetting her pain. She opened the window and a brown owl flew in dropping a letter on Lily's head before perching on Lily's lamp. Lily looked at her letter:

Miss L.Evans

The smallest bedroom

Number 9, Oak Avenue

London

Lily frowned before breaking the strange seal and opening the letter, who would write to her? She had been forbidden to contact any of her friends by her father in fear of her telling them about her abuse. Petunia walked over and read the letter over Lily's shoulder;

Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Evans

We are pleased to inform you that even though the rest of your family are Muggles (non-magic folk) it has been discovered that you have magical powers and you have been granted a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find the enclosed list of all the necessary books and equipment. Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than the 31 July. A witch or wizard will be sent to escort you to Diagon Alley and help you find your way to platform 9 and three quarters.

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Lily re-read the letter in disbelief, how could she, Lily Evans be a-a witch? During the beatings her father sometimes called her that but he had never meant it literally! (AN: Yeah I know it's Harry's letter with a few changes, I couldn't think of anything else!).

In a strangled voice, Petunia said "What do they mean we await your owl?"

"I don't know, you don't think this is some kind of sick joke?"

"Well, maybe, they said they were sending someone. Why don't you send a letter back, the owl doesn't seem to want to leave until you do." Petunia said gesturing towards the owl, still perched on Lily's lamp. Lily considered this before picking up a pen and some paper holding the pen lid between her teeth she began to write;

To Ms McGonagall



If this isn't some kind of sick joke, I would be quite happy to accept the place. Could you please tell me when the Wizard/Witch comes so I can warn my family. Thank you.

Regards

Lily Evans

"There, that should do it." Lily said folding up the paper to tie it to the owl before a hand stopped her. Looking up Lily saw her sister.

"Maybe I should read it through, you know proof read it." Petunia said, Lily was slightly suspicious but said nothing. Her sister had always been there for her, it would be horribly for her to not trust Petunia now. Lily handed over her letter to Petunia. Lily turned and lied on her bed to sleep, maybe the bruises would go down in the morning.

Unknown to Lily, Petunia had slipped her own letter in the letter her sister was sending before attaching it to the owl's leg. With a soft hoot the owl took off and flew out of the window. Petunia stared after it, wondering if she would ever go to Hogwarts.

(AN: Like it? Love it? Wanna marry it? Wanna divorce it? Wanna kill it? Please review and tell me!)