Chapter 1: Why can't you accept me?
Summary: The first year at Hogwarts for Lily and the Marauders, through Lily's eyes. I'm planning to write all seven years if this one does well. I hope that you like it. Enjoy!
"Petunia! Why can't you just accept me for who I am?" Lily Evans pleaded with her sister. The girls were in the room that they shared. Soon, it would only be Lily's room; Petunia had insisted that they have separate rooms.
"You're a freak!" Petunia spat back at Lily.
"You didn't think that a week ago." Lily replied softly. That was just Lily's way; she would blow up and calm down within a few seconds. Petunia didn't even look back at Lily as she stomped out of the room with her arms full of her things.
Lily followed her. They walked all the way down the hallway lined with pictures of their family together before Petunia said anything.
"Well, Petunia began as she entered the room that was soon to be hers, a week ago, I didn't even know that there were people like-people like I you /I ." Lily stopped walking. The two sisters were now standing in the middle of Petunias room. Lily looked around, taking in everything. The perfectly white walls, plain beige carpet, and boring furnishings, in Lily's opinion, described Petunia completely. As much as Lily loved her sister, she had to admit that Petunia was exactly like her new room: plain, perfect, and boring. She had ALWAYS been that way, even when they were little.
"But, Petunia I I /I haven't changed at all." Lily calmly reminded her sister.
Petunia let out a short, shrill, burst of laughter. "Haven't changed at all?" At this she began to giggle. She slowly pivoted on her tiny, little foot, facing Lily.
"No, I haven't." Lily said this through gritted teeth.
"Oh, yes I forgot, it's I perfectly /I normal to be a—a witch." Petunia spat at her in a supreme voice.
"That's your problem! Lily screamed, her startling green eyes filling with tears. All you care about is being perfect! You don't care about anyone or anything if it doesn't fit into your perfect life!" Petunia looked quite taken aback at the sudden raise in Lily's voice.
"Well, she said as she smoothed her crisp, clean, blouse, well." It was all that she I could /I say, she had never seen Lily become this angry. She brushed past Lily, and went through the door to Lily's room to remove the rest of her things. In the process, she bumped into Lily, making her fall to the ground.
"Ah." Lily said as she landed, her hand had hit a particularly sharp corner of Petunia's bed frame and she received a nasty scrape as the result. "Oh, one of these days…" She muttered to herself as she stood up.
"One of these days what, dear?" Lily's mother asked as she walked into the room. Lily looked up at her. It was as if she were looking in a mirror; Lily was almost the exact picture of Melinda Evans. They both had the same face, the only difference being that Lily, like her father, had startling emerald eyes that burned with determination and passion, while Mrs. Evans's eyes, were a soft pale blue. They both had thick, Auburn hair, and an easy smile.
"Oh mum, Lily sighed, I can't understand why Petunia won't accept that I'm a witch."
"Well Lily, I think that she's jealous."
"Petunia, jealous of me? You've got to be kidding! She can't stand anything out of the ordinary." Lily exclaimed, shocked that her mother could think so.
"Lily, you must understand, you've had all the excitement all of your life. You've done so many, many things. While Petunia, has only done plain, ordinary things. I think, that over the years, she has become so angry because she hasn't been able to enjoy the things that you have, and has come to hate everything of the sort." Mrs. Evans explained sadly.
"But, she never I wanted /I to do any of the things that I did." Lily said. She was so confused, if Petunia wanted to do the things that Lily had done, why hadn't she asked?
"She did. She was just afraid." Melinda replied.
"Afraid of what?" Lily asked curiously.
"Of failing, and of not being as good as you."
"Oh, mum, I-"
"That's not true! Petunia shouted angrily. I wouldn't ever want to be like I her /I She spat. She's reckless, stupid, and, worst of all, she's a—a witch!" Petunia snarled. With that, Lily ran, crying, from the room. Her mother followed her.
"Lily, Mrs. Evans began, Lily I'm sorry that she said those things. Your not reckless, you just have a spirit for adventure and a curiosity to try new things. You're definitely not stupid and it isn't bad to be a witch." Her mother told her.
Lily sat up and sniffed. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. For a moment, she didn't say anything; she just looked around her room, the room that she had once happily shared with Petunia. Now that everything of Petunia's had been moved to the other room, everything expressed Lily. The shelves above her bed held the trophies that she had won. All of her furniture was hot pink and her bed linens were a beautiful lime that matched perfectly. Her father said that her room was like her spirit: filled with passion.
"Really?" Lily questioned.
"Yes really." Her mother promised. Then and there, Lily made a vow to herself, that no matter what, she was going to become the best witch that she could possibly be.
"Thanks mum." Lily said.
"You welcome. Her mother replied. I have something for you."
"Really?" Lily asked, interested.
"Yes." Her mother told her. Here it is." Mrs. Evans pulled the present out from behind her back and handed it to Lily.
"Oh mum! It's beautiful!" Lily exclaimed.
Coming Next: What did Lily receive from her mother?
A/N: Well, I hope you like it! Please R and R.
