A/N: I don't know why or I don't know how, but in the middle of my piano lesson, I suddenly decided to write this. Which is strange, because most of the time in my piano lessons, I'm half asleep.

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Special

They were the very same. The same color, the same shape, the same way they would express their emotions through them.

Startling green eyes.

It was twenty-seven years ago. Twenty-seven years ago, when everything changed.

Twenty seven years ago, on a summer's day, everything changed. Everything. I woke up that day, expecting it to be the same old boring day with the same old boring things. But I was wrong.

Breakfast seemed to go pretty normally. Dad was reading his newspaper and Mum was busy frying bacon and eggs for us. Lily was sitting next to dad, reading, as usual. Like usual, I was the last one downstairs, for breakfast, in our household.

I poured some orange juice into my glass and took a sip. There was nothing better than fresh-squeezed orange juice that our mother made us, each morning.

Lily began to talk to mother about moving up to Year Seven. She was supposed to start Year Seven at Parkfield Secondary School, after the summer holidays. I was already in Year Eight and was moving up to Year Nine.

So, everything in our household was going as normal as something can be.

But I should have known better.

After I'd finished eating, I stood up and began making for the door. But, as I turned the handle, my father called out to me.

"Petunia, dear! You have a letter from school. It came in the mail with my newspaper."

I turned back around and took it from him, muttering," Thanks."

Lily frowned. "If you have a letter from Parkfield, shouldn't I have one, too?"

She looked at my letter, curiously.

My sister had always been the smart one. She got high marks in all her classes and our parents couldn't be prouder. But they were proud of me, too. Or even more, so. I was top in all my classes at school. Well, except for maths. I wasn't very good with numbers. But really, I was my parents' favorite. I was the one they bragged about, to their friends. But even though I was top girl, and the brain in my class, Lily seemed to be more special than I was. I was just your average brainiac, with brown hair, brown eyes, and a sharp face. Lily had beautiful red hair, startling green eyes that were different from other, and this special ability to make someone smile. Even when the darkest clouds were in the sky, she could light up the world with her brilliant smile. She was special.

"Come to think of it, yes." Mum said, "If Petty has a letter from school, shouldn't Lily have one?"

"Yes, I suppose." Dad answered. "But maybe it has something to do with her extra-curricular activities."

"Well, if you say so." Mum agreed.

Dad folded his newspaper and dropped it gently onto the floor. Then he began to stand up, when he looked back down, onto the table and picked up a green envelope.

"Where did I get this?" He asked, confused. "And look! There's no stamp on it! Now, we'll get charged for the mail!

He turned the envelope around, looking immensely annoyed.

"This letter is for…" He started. "…Lily."

We were all mildly surprised. Lily never got mail, before.

Beaming happily, Lily bounded over to dad and took the letter from him. She turned it around, to open it, neatly. But then, she stopped.

"Oh, look! There's a pretty picture of a bird, a badger, a lion and a snake!"

"Just open it, Lily." I said, impatiently. Sure, I loved my sister, but sometimes, her happiness got too much in the way of time.

"Okay, okay!"

She opened it, very neatly, treasuring the first ever letter that she had gotten in the mail. Taking the thick amount of paper, out, she opened up the letter.

But for some reason, the paper wasn't the usual white A4 paper that we used. It was parchment.

Lily began to read out loud.

"Dear Miss Evans,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please-"

Before Lily got any further, my parents and I snorted with laughter.

"Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry?" I snorted. "Nice one, Lils. Now, what does it really say?"

Lily looked confused. "I'm not joking. It really says so!"

Still chuckling, my dad took the letter from her. His eyes scanned over the page. His face grew serious.

"Well, it seems that Lily was telling the truth." He said, sternly. For some reason, he was looking at me.

"Petunia, would you like to enlighten us?"

I looked at him, confused. "Huh?"

"I expect you decided to prank your younger sister with this junk of a letter?"

I stared at him, as if he was crazy (at that moment, I thought he was!).

"What! Dad! What are you talking about?" I exclaimed. "You think I pulled the prank on her!"

"Well, you seem to be the most likely culprit." Dad said, sternly.

Lily looked hurt. "Petunia! I thought that was the first mail I ever got!"

I looked around at my family, in disbelief. "So you all think that I did it, huh? Why won't anyone believe me!" I finally yelled.

I marched out of the kitchen and stormed upstairs to my room, where I furiously growled in anger. How could they think it was me!

For the rest of the day, I ignored my family, and spent all my time, sulking in my room.

It was eight o'clock when the door bell rang. I heard Lily's light footsteps rushing to get the door. I heard the sound of Lily flinging the door open. There was a deep, masculine voice. Hearing the voice, I heard my dad rush to the door, so that the person at the door wasn't a criminal on the run or something.

I heard dad gasp. Curiously, I went over to the front door, to see who it was. When I got there, I followed suit, by letting out a gasp.

The man was… most extraordinary. Abnormal.

He seemed to be at least, one hundred years old. He was wearing a purple cloak that had silver stars all over it. He had a long white beard that practically dragged on the floor.

He seemed amused at our faces, which by the way, were goggling at the sight of him.

"Good evening. I hope I haven't interrupted anything. My name is Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of-,"The old man started.

Before he got far, Lily had interrupted. "The man from the Hogwarts letter! But it's a prank!"

My parents looked at each other. Then, they looked at me.

"Petunia, you didn't hire someone to act this out, did you? This prank is going too far!" My mother exclaimed.

I was stunned. They actually thought I would hire an old man to play a prank on Lily? Now, that was pushing it!

"What! You think that I did this! I can't believe you!" I yelled, forgetting the visitor.

The man who called himself, Albus Dumbledore, looked politely bewildered.

"Prank?" He asked. "I assure you, Mr and Mrs Evans, that this is no prank."

Dad's face grew bright red, which is never a good sign.

"Of course it wasn't Petunia! It was you! Some bunch of people who think they can barge into people's houses at night and play ridiculous pranks on people!" He roared. "I-,"

Before dad could finish, Dumbledore looked at him, sternly. "Whether you think this is a prank or not, Mr Evans, I have important news to discuss with you and your youngest daughter. You may want to sit down." He said in a firm voice.

Dad seemed to shoot helpless looks at everyone. As mother showed Dumbledore in, Lily and I followed them into the living room. The Evans family was thinking only one thing. "What could that strange man want with Lily?"

We were all sat down, and the old man began to talk.

"As you know, I am Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You have received a letter, informing that Miss Evans-,"He nodded his head at Lily, "was accepted to Hogwarts. I-,"

"Accepted? But we didn't sign up for anything named Hogwarts!" Dad interrupted.

Dumbledore held his hand up, for silence.

"All witches and wizards are signed up for this school, since birth. We have a way of tracking things. Your daughter, Lily, is a witch. It seems that she will be a very talented one, at that." He finished.

Lily beamed at Dumbledore's compliment.

Dad face reached boiling point.

Mum offered everyone a cup of tea.

I just stared on.

"Witches! Wizards! What the heck is this! Tell me, what kind of sick joke are you trying to plant on us!" Dad screeched.

Dumbledore examined us, closely. "You do not believe me. But I have had this trouble, before. I will show you that the wizarding world, does, indeed, exists."

With that, he reached his hand into his cloak and pulled out a stick. I nearly laughed. What was he going to do with a twig?

He pointed the stick at our coffee table. "Wingardium leviosa."

To our amazement and shock, the coffee table floated up into the air!

Dumbledore smiled, slightly, at the expressions on our faces.

"You mean, I can do that, too!" Lily asked, excitedly. She was bounding up and down.

"This has to be some sick, sick joke!" Dad exploded. "I don't know how you managed to get that table in mid-air, but this isn't real!"

I quite agreed with dad. Sure, my sister was special, in a way. But she wasn't some freak! Anyway, the whole idea of witchcraft was just ridiculous. Sure, there were times of the so-called-witch-burning in the past, but who believed that!

Albus Dumbledore, simply, ignored my dad's furious statement.

"Have you had some situations in the past that you could not explain?" He asked to Lily.

Our eyes grew wide. There had been some strange things, with Lily. When she was extremely angry or distraught, there had been a few… accidents. We simply tried to ignore it, and tried to believe it was a coincidence, but no one really believed that. No one could explain, how the things in my room spun round and round, smashing themselves, after I had that dreadful argument with Lily. No one could explain how the kitchen exploded. No one could explain how Lily survived that day she fell out of a 24-story-building window.

Mum went a sickly green colour. Dad's tomato red face turned pale white.

"H-how d-do y-y-you know about t-t-that?" He half whispered.

"It's what happens to all, young witches and wizards. Accidental magic." Dumbledore explained, calmly.

Lily's face grew bright with excitement. "I'm really a w-witch? I can do magic? Can you show me? Wow!"

Dumbledore chuckled. "Yes, Miss Evans. You can do magic, and you are a witch. I can sense that you will, one day, be a powerful, talented witch. Your powers seem most extraordinary… Even in the wizarding world."

But dad, mum, and I was still in denial. I mean, if Lily was a witch, shouldn't I be one, too?

"Our Lily can't be a… witch." Mum whispered.

Dumbledore sighed. "Lily, take my wand, and swish and flick it. Then say, 'wingardium leviosa'."

Lily took the wand from him. While swishing and flicking it, she said, "Wingardim leviosa."

Her tea cup levitated into the air. Mum, dad and I gasped, all at once. Lily's eyes grew wide. She slowly lowered the wand, making the tea cup go down. She stared at the wand in awe.

"Wow…"Lily whispered. "I really did that?"

Dumbledore smiled. "Yes, you did. You truly are skilled, Miss Evans. Even students in my school have some trouble with doing that."

Lily beamed, happily.

"Well, Lily. It seems you are… special, after all. Mr Dumbledore, sir, forgive me for being rude to you at first, I-,"Dad started.

"Oh, no. Don't worry, Mr Evans. It is perfectly natural for muggles."

"Oh, I knew my little girl was special!" Mum cooed. She gave Lily a tight hug. Dad patted her on the back, proudly. Dumbledore smiled at the sight.

I couldn't believe it. Lily was a… witch? The way she floated that tea cup was so cool! But… that meant I was a witch, too, right?

"Mr Dumbledore, sir?" I spoke for the first time. "What- what about me? I'm a witch, too, right?"

My parents looked at me, as if they'd forgotten I was there. In a way, they did, I guess.

Dumbledore examined me with his blue eyes.

"I'm sorry Miss Evans, but you don't seem to have any magical powers…"Dumbledore sighed.

I was stunned. This couldn't be true! If Lily was a witch, then I was one, too! I was my parents' favorite!

"But… but Lily is a witch! How come, I'm not one!" I demanded, sounding like I was accusing him of something.

Dumbledore shook his head, sadly. "I'm sorry, Miss Evans. But Lily here seems to be special."

Special.

Special.

I always said my sister was special in a way. Everyone said Lily was special. Her rare green eyes were different from other green eyes. Her eyes were deep green and sparkling. Her flaming red hair made an odd, but beautiful combination with her eyes. Her special skill to make people smile, made her immensely popular with almost everyone. She was special. I didn't mind that people found her unique and special. But this time, it stung. The word burned into my skin.

My eyes filling up with tears, I stormed out of the room, screaming, "It's not fair!"

I ignored the Lily calling after me.

I ran upstairs, to my room and slammed the door shut. I let out a scream and threw myself onto the bed. I sobbed into my pillow.


A/N: So, what did you think? Do you think I should continue? I know this chapter is kind of boring, but I'll try to make it more interesting. Please review!

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