Whipped Cream

Chapter One: Making your own Road

Walking down the stairs of my home, I thought to myself the good and bad things of being in the same school as my brother. Recently I had changed schools, and my brother Michael, was going there too. We had never been in the same class before. The curious thing is that we don't look alike except for the fact that we both have green eyes. Even in that similarity we differ. While my eyes are a bright emerald, his have a twinge of blue in them and are lighter.

When I reached the kitchen I saw him sitting next to Petunia my older sister.

She had never quite mixed with the two of us. Being twins and all, we always hung out together, as most twins often do. So she was sort of left out.

I sat next to her and grabbed the nearest plate, that day we were to go shopping for our school supplies, and I could hardly wait.

I took some toast and juice and started to eat. One of the house rules was, no going out of the house until you finish eating. I didn't have a problem with it at all.

After a few minutes of uninteresting chit chat, I was done. I leaped from my seat causing Petunia, who had not yet finished, to glare at me. I just ignored her.

When I went back up the stairs I decided to take a turn and check on Cassie.

Cassie is my 3-year-old sister, and looks more like me than my brother. I guess we took our mother's looks. When she looked at me I smiled.

Looking at her made anyone smile. She was just so adorable and sweet, you couldn't help liking her.

"Carry me!" she said giggling, and I did as I was told.

I carried her to my mother's room, who was just finishing her final touches of make-up.

"Lily, honey, is everyone ready?" she asked taking Cassie away from me.

I nodded the frowned, "Isn't daddy coming?"

"No, he's got some work to do today."

I shrugged and left. He always had works to do, but I never complained. He was always there when you needed him.

I told Michael and Petunia we were leaving an they got up, ready.

When we got in the car I couldn't help noticing Michael's forlon expression. It must be hard being the only boy out of 3 sisters, no one to talk to at home about 'boy stuff'. He seemed to notice I was staring at him for he looked at me.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing. You just seem bored." I said.

He nodded, "I am."

"No, I mean bored bored."

"I know."

Arriving at the store took what seemed to me like hours. And shopping didn't make it simple. I say I hate shopping, and I really do, but once I get into the spirit of it I never seem to want to stop, but today was an exception. Nothing seemed right.

Michael picked out all his stuff, and Petunia did too... even little Cassie picked a few trinkets.

My mother looked at me and asked, "What is it Lily, don't you like anything?"

I shook my head. "I dunno, I just have a feeling that if I buy something it won't do me any good."

She looked at me carefully, and then nodded. Thank God she didn't ask any questions, because I don't think I had the answers myself.

***

The next morning, I was anxious. About what? I did not know. At first I thought it was because of nothing, but that hardly seemed logical. Today was Michael's day to check for the post, a task I really didn't like. Not because I'm lazy or anything, but I never get any mail. Except for my Grandmother, and she only sends one on special ocassions.

Michael returned, his hands full of letters, and looked at me oddly.

"Well, well, Lily! It seems you have mail." He said, handing the letter to me. I took it, expecting it to be a joke. It wasn't. In a wierd handwriting, with green ink, my name was written.

I opened it quickly, and my mouth fell open when I read the words inside.

"M-m-mum, I-I, look at t-this." I managed to say. She slowly took the letter and read it.

Silently raising an eyebrow, she handed it to my father.

"George, what do think of this?"

"What, what is it?" Petunia asked. Curiousity was one of her most abundant traits.

"Honey." My father took a sip from his coffee and looked at me, "According to this letter, you're a witch."

Petunia snorted, and Michael frowned. I blinked. Once. Twice.

"Pardon? I-I just thought it was a joke. Something you and mum would do. Isn't i-it?"

He shook his head. No.

The next thing I remember was being woken up by my mother.

"Lily, honey are you okay?"

I looked around, I was laying in the couch, and everyone was looking at me. Even little Cassie.

"What happened?" I asked, rubbing my temples.

"You fainted." Michael said, sounding like it was something I should be very proud of.

I looked at him, I never fainted. Dizzy, yes. Fainted, never.

"Oh, well.." I started saying, sitting up, "I'm fine now."

I stood up, still feeling a little light-headed, and walked towards the kitchen. As I sat down on the table, I noticed everyone had followed me and stood at the kitchen entrance. All eyes were on me.

"What?" I asked feeling a little annoyed. They were making such a big deal about nothing. So what if I fainted.

"What?" I repeated. They seemed to be transfixed with something, and didn't answer.

"What is the matter with you people?" I snapped.

Petunia nervously pushed Michael forward, as my parents were too stunned to do anything.

"Y-You want c-cereal?" he stuttered. I frowned. Cereal? What did that have to do with anything? I turned around, exasperated, and stopped.

The refrigerator door stood wide open, milk carton floating just outside of it. Next to it, were a spoon and bowl. I turned and looked at my family, then back again at the floating objects.

I rubbed my eyes, expecting it to be a multiple hallucination, when the cereal box came hurling and landed on my spot at the table. The other objects seemed to follow the cereal, and placed themselves neatly beside it.

After a few uncomfortable seconds, the silence was broken.

"That was awesome!" Michael said, awe in his voice. "Did you see that? Mum? Dad? Did you?"

They nodded.

"Yes, I saw that." Mum said.

"Pretty." Cassie said.

I was still shocked. My dad walked towards me and stoped in front of me. "A witch, huh?" he said. "I could get used to that."

He smiled and I smiled back. It seemed the smile was contagious because everyone seemed to smile afterwards. That is everyone but Petunia, who I saw still looked shocked.

Then her face turned into a frown, and I noticed her eyes showed her barely concealed fury.

"A witch?" she said. "More like a freak." Thowing her head back she left. I was never more reminded of a horse, then at that moment.

But she couldn't get to me because I just found out ... I'm a witch!!

I couldn't believe it, it was like a dream come true! In my excitement I hugged my dad, then my mum. After I let go I kissed Cassie, who giggled and grabed Michael's hand, pulling him out of the kitchen.

"Can you belive it? It's going to be so fun! You and I could—" then I stopped. It hit me. Michael didn't recieve a letter. It seemed he reallized it too because his grin turned into a very small smile.

"Oh, this is bad." I said.

"Not really. I mean you can tell me about it." He said, trying to make things better I guess.

"But, you.. you won't be going..will you?" I whispered. He shook his head. I sighed and put my hands on my head.

I was dimly aware that my parents had come out of the kitchen.

Things were not going that well...

***

I spent the rest of the afternoon playing quietly with Michael, very aware of the uncomfortable silence that had taken over.

"What do you think about it?" I asked when the silence became unbearably loud.

He looked at me and said truthfully, "I'm happy. For you I mean. And don't get me wrong, because I really want to go, but I can't."

I nodded. "You know, this will change everything, don't you?"

"I guess so." He said sighing.

Taking a deep breath I said, " We just have to make the best of it. Oh, I win."

He frowned and looked at the backgammon board.

"Hey, you cheated!"

"I did no such thing."

"Liar!" he said laughing. "I can tell when you're liying and you're definately lying."

"Oh, you know me too well." I stood up and went to the door.

"Want anything from the kitchen?"

"No, thanks."

"Okay." Walking to the kitchen I thought to myself. Things were really going to change, dramatically. I guess we just have to make it a good change, rather than a bad one.

***

The next morning I was woken up by my mum.

"Lily, get dressed. Today we're going to buy your school things."

Groggily I stood up. "Do you know where to go?"

"Another letter arrived this morning, it had instructions."

"Okay." I said.

As I got ready everything seemed surreal. Me, Lily Evans, buying magical things to go to Hogwarts, a magical school!

When I was done I went downstairs. I noticed mum was alone.

"Where's everyone?" I asked.

"Your father took them to the park."

On the drive to the Leaky Cauldron, as mother said the name was, we were quiet. When we arrived there a man named Tom would help us to Diagon Alley.

I was alert, ready for any signs of the pub, when I saw it. It was in a corner, and I could've sworn it wasn't there before.

"Mum, there it is." I said pointing at it.

"I don't see anything Lily." She said frowning.

I grabbed her hand and continued pointing, "There." I said.

She gasped, "Oh.."

I quickly got out of the car and pulled mum with me. As I opened the door I thought to myself, this will be so fun!

Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, everything belongs to J.K. Rowling... Oh, and I own the plot...

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