This is my first ever attempt on a fanfiction. Please, please review and tell me what you think, even if you think it's super bad. I need constructive criticism!

Some of it is taken from the Harry Potter books (in italic) but, I've shortened it a bit somewhere.

Disclaimer: Everything you might recognize belongs to J.K. Rowling. I don't own this plot, the characters or the places. I do, however own a little plush owl named Hedwig. :)

A boy was walking home after he had been in the park, hiding in the bushes. He was pretty tall and very skinny. It didn't help that he only wore too big clothes, because that's all he could afford - his fathers old clothes. He had quite long, black hair, which was incredibly greasy. He was very irritated with himself.

He had been planning this moment so long, and then his plan just backfires on him.

"Lily, don't do it!' shrieked the elder of the two.

But the girl had let go of the swing at the very height of its arc and flown into the air, quite literally flown, launched herself skywards with a great shout of laughter, and instead of crumpling on the playground asphalt, she soared, like a trapeze artist through the air, staying up far too long, landing far too lightly.

"Mummy said you weren't allowed, Lily!"

"But I'm fine," said Lily, still giggling. "Tuney, look at this. Watch what I can do."

Petunia glanced around. The playground was deserted apart from themselves and, though the girls did not know it, Snape. Lily had picked up a fallen flower from the bush behind which Snape lurked. Petunia advanced, evidently torn between curiosity and disapproval. Lily waited until Petunia was near enough to have a clear view, then held out her palm. The flower sat there, opening and closing its petals, like some bizarre, many-lipped oyster.

"Stop it!" shrieked Petunia.

"It's not hurting you," said Lily, but she closed her hand on the blossom and threw it back on the ground.

"It's not right," said Petunia, but her eyes had followed the flower's flight to the ground and lingered upon it. "How do you do it?" she added, and there was a definite longing in her voice.

"It's obvious isn't it?" Snape could no longer contain himself, but had jumped out from behind the bushes.

"What's obvious?" asked Lily

Snape had an air of nervous excitement. "I know what you are."

"What do you mean?"

"You're... you're a witch," whispered Snape.

She looked affronted.

"That's not a very nice thing to say to somebody!"

She turned, her nose in the are, and marched off towards her sister, who had backed away and was now standing next to the swings.

"No!" said Snape, "You are, you are a witch. I've been watching you for a while. But there's nothing wrong about that. My mom's one, and I'm a wizard."

As he started to slowly walk home, Severus Snape looked over his shoulders, and stared after the two persons emerging from the park.

You wouldn't have known they were sisters, they were nothing alike.

The tallest, Petunia, had frizzy blond hair, and a quite long neck. She was yelling at her little sister, ten year old Lily Evans, who just continued arguing back, her long, dark red hair flowing gracefully behind her as they walked.

She threw one last glance over her shoulder and saw the boy looking their way.

"Lily! You just can't talk to strangers like that! We don't know that boy, he could be bad! Lily, listen to me! That boy is weird, stay away from him. If you don't, I'll tell mom you jumped from the swing again!" Petunia was desperately trying to get Lily's attention, but the red-haired girl had stopped arguing, her almond-shaped green eyes confused and angry.

Why had the boy called her a witch? She was always nice to everyone, and she didn't know him! How could he just say that? Her emerald eyes were burning with tears now.

When they reached their house, Lily ran up to her room and shut the door. She fall asleep quickly, having a nightmare.

She didn't wake up before the next day. She was incredibly hungry; she had skipped dinner the night before, going straight to sleep.

She was on her way down to the kitchen, when she heard a noise.

The "cack-cack"-sound was coming from her window. Lily jumped straight back into the wall opposite of her window when she saw what was outside.

Outside her window, was an owl. It was cacking on the glass, wanting to be let in.

Lily ran straight down to the kitchen, yelling at her mother to come.

"Dear, what is it? There's no need to yell, my hearing is perfectly fine, thank you very much." Mrs. Evans said to her youngest daughter.

"There - is - an - owl - outside - my - window!" Lily exclaimed between short breaths. "AN OWL!"

That had Mr. Evans laughing.

"Lily, honey." he said chuckling. "Why should there be an owl outside your window! It's the middle of the day! And an owl. That's not often I hear!"

Lily started to get annoyed. Why wouldn't they believe her?

"Just come with me!" she said, dragging Mrs. Evans upstairs and into her room.

"Oh dear, you weren't joking! John, come up here for a minute! JOHN!" she called, a little nervously, when she saw the owl.

John Evans entered the room, laughter from before still visible in his face. When he saw the bird outside his daughters window, a confused expression took over.

"An owl? Here? What should we do?" he said, walking closer to the window.

Mrs. Evans had a frown plastered on her face, and was mumbling what sounded like "...in the middle of the day...owl...here...window...crazy..."

Suddenly a gasp came from Mr. Evans. His wife's head snapped up, while Lily just stared at him.

"What is it?" Mrs. Evans asked, cautious.

"It has a letter bound to it's leg." he answered, sounding even more cautious and confused than his wife.

"Should we let it in?" she asked nervously "I mean, it's been standing there for 15 minutes just cacking on the window. We have to do something. And what about the letter? Did it stand anything on the envelope?"

"Yeah, it's for Lily," he answered, sounding more confused that ever. "There's no doubt about that. Here, come and look."

Mrs. Evans walked to her husband and peered out the window. There, tied to the birds legs, was, indeed a letter. On the envelope, written in emerald green ink, there was an address, and, just like Mr. Evans had said, it was addressed for Lily.

"Should we let it in then?" asked Mrs. Evans. "I mean, it is addressed for Lily."

Mr. Evans slowly opened the window, and as soon as there was enough room to come in, the owl fled in, landed on the top of Lilys desk. As soon as it landed, it stuck it's leg out, waiting for someone to take the letter.

Mrs. and Mr. Evans saw from the bird to each other.

"Do you want to take it, John?" Mrs. Evans asked her husband.

"I can do it," said Lily quickly when she saw her father hesitate. "it is for me, anyways."

She walked to the desk, carefully trying to unfasten the string that bound the letter to the birds legs so she wouldn't scare or hurt the owl.

When she was done, the owl fled out of the window again, and was gone. Lily looked at the letter she was holding. In an elegant hand writing, the address was written on the envelope. No stamp.

Ms. L. Evans

The Blue Bedroom

Highton Ally

Mill Town

It was indeed addressed to her, she frowned. When she was 4 years old, her parents were going to paint the walls in the girls rooms pink, but Lily had insisted on a sky blue colour instead.

She opened the envelope, breaking the blood red seal with some kind of a crest on it.

Inside was two separate sheets. She looked at the first, reading it slowly so she wouldn't miss anything. While reading, the frown became more and more pronounced.

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 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 are aware that you would need assistance to explain and buy necessary school equipment, and are sending a representative from the school 15th July at 2 pm.

Yours Sincerely.

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

"What is it?" asked Mr. and Mrs. Evans at exactly the same time.

"I don't really know," said Lily, handing the letter to her mother. "I think it is some kind joke or something. It doesn't really make sense."

Lily looked at the other sheet. This too, had the same unusual green ink.

Uniform

First year students will require

Sets of plain work robes (black)

One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)

Set Books

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade One) by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

Other Equipment

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

When Lily was done reading this, she gave it to her parents.

"Well, I can't say I understand very much of it," Mr. Evans said. "I guess we'll have to wait until 15th to know what it is. If this is a joke, I doubt anyone is coming, anyway."

"That's in two days," Mrs. Evans said.

Lily didn't understand anything of what the letter said.

"Well, who want's breakfast?" Lily's mother said after a while, heading out of the door and down to the kitchen.

A/N: If you're reading this it means you found the story entertaining enough to continue. Thank you for that!

This is, as I said my first attempt on a fanfic. Please review and tell me what you think. Also, I wasn't very happy with this chapter, but, I'm half-way done with the 2nd chap, and it's much better. I always find it hard to start a story, and it'll flow better as soon as we get to platform 9 3/4 ! ;P