OK well im not sure what 2 put but every1 else has one: These characters do
not belong to me they are owned by JK Rowling.
Message from me: well this is just an intro u no the drill. This is Lily's
Intro and James needs and intro as well and then we'll get 2 the action.
This just shows their way of living and stuff. Hope u like.
Petunia Evans, of number 9 Vining Way, had always thought there was something strange about her sister, Lily. Being two years older, she had watched as Lily went through the 'completely normal and regular' childhood stages of life that she herself also went through. Learning to walk, losing her baby teeth, riding her first bike and then having the training wheels removed. But even so, odd things always happened around Lily.
The Evans lived in a neat, split-level house on a street full of other similar houses each radiating a warm homey feeling. The gardens were lined with patterns of daffodils and tulips. The houses were clean and well maintained but also littered with playtoys and swingsets, unlike the uptight and foreboding households of Privet Drive. The residents of Vining way knew each and every one of each other and it was unlikely that Mrs. Evans would go out to do grocery shopping or Mr. Evans would go out to work on the car without running into someone for a friendly chat. This was life on Vining Way and exactly how they loved being; friendly, approachable and happy. Even the weather seemed ideal; sunshiny and warm with hardly any rain.
Well it was in late July that Petunia's suspicions about Lily were confirmed. After 10 years of watching something explode whenever 'Lilykins' chucked a tantrum, 10 years of watching 'Lilykins' mysteriously disappear whenever things got too tough, 10 years of things going 'Lilykins' way, it would finally be realised that there WAS something different, something strange about Lily. That she was nothing more than a freak. Petunia awoke that morning, unknowing that something she had been trying to prove to her loving parents for the last 10 years was about to be proven true once and for all. To become part of their lives. Today was the day...
Lily woke early that morning, stretching and yawning as she dragged herself out of bed. It'd be the end of summer holidays soon, she told herself, not sure whether this was a good thing or a bad thing. Lily was going away to St Susan's, an all girls boarding school with very high ratings. Her parents were hoping that by going there, Lily would gain some direction in life, seeing as she had no idea what she wanted to do when she was older. Mr. and Mrs. Evans of course wanted the best for her. However, her older sister, Petunia did not. Petunia also went there, which was somewhat a disappointment to both of them.
"But she CAN'T come to St Stevens Dad!" Petunia had screamed the other day. "All my friends will see me with her and see what a little weirdo she is!" This was answered by a roar from her father. At least they didn't think she was a weirdo. But she had trouble believing that. All her life, Lily had been taunted and criticized by Petunia and that's why it was somewhat a disappointment to be attending St Susan's with her. Petunia would be able to spend even more time either criticizing her or shooting her dirty looks, making her highschool life hell, making Lily's self-esteem plummet. Lily DID love her sister, more than anything, determined to see the good in anybody, but couldn't help getting annoyed at her desperation to fit in and be normal. So what? A few weird things happened to Lily, nothing she could help. It was all coincidence. Why did Petunia need to be so crowd pleasing anyway? Who knows? Maybe she was a freak...
Lily walked into the kitchen, where her family was seated around the table reading newspapers and eating toast. As Lily grunted her good mornings and poured herself a bowl of Cheerios, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. How she was going to get up at 6:30 every morning at St Susan's, she didn't' know. A tapping noise from the window interrupted her thoughts.
"Somebody get the door," called her mother. The Evans were used to early morning visits (or anytime visits) what with friendly neighbours popping by.
"No no, its the window Mum, probably just Gladys popping by again," replied Lily. She looked up towards the window and her eyes widened at the sight. An owl??? Pecking on the window. Lily had learnt enough to know owls were nocturnal. Lily cleared her eyes again. Perhaps it was just sleepiness. She blinked a few times but the owl remained at the window, pecking rather impatiently by now.
"Um mum, there's um an owl at the window..." Lily knew this sounded ridiculous but Mrs. Evans eyes lit up within an instant.
"Open the window hunny."
Lily was shocked but did so, preparing to run in case it swooped at her. But the owl flew gracefully over to the kitchen table, dropped something with a thud right in the stack of toast and flew back out the window. Lily stared as it flew into the distance. It wasn't every day that an owl flew into the kitchen. In fact, she had never even seen an owl before! But her gaze and fascination was interrupted by Petunia's screaming.
"What on earth! I bet you this has all to do with HER mother, father! This is another one of her weird and crazy scenes! I refuse to admit to being her sister anymore. If you'll excuse me.." And Petunia buried herself behind the newspaper, crunching rather too hardly on a piece of toast in a flounce.
Meanwhile, Mr. and Mrs. Evans were acting rather unusually compared to their normal patience and care. They were staring rather excitedly and brightly at the toast pile.
"Errmm what is it Mum, Dad. You know the bread isn't going to turn from white to wholemeal if you stare at it long enough."
Mr. Evans replied in a rather knowing, cheeky tone, "It might do if you stare at it sweety." Now what was that mean to mean? Lily glanced at the center of the table. Of course! The owl had dropped something. A letter of heavy parchment lay in the middle of the table and by the look in her parent's eyes, she knew she was to open it. She knew it was for her, even before she read the front of the envelope.
Ms Lily Evans 9 Vining Way Kitchen Table
Upon turning the envelope over, she saw it was sealed with a waxy crest bearing a lion, serpent, badger and eagle. What the??? Lily prised the envelope open with her fingers and found two sheets of parchment inside.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Dear Ms Evans, We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed list of necessary books and equipment. Term begins 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July. Yours sincerely Minerva Mcgonagall Deputy Headmistress
The other sheet of parchment held a list of items Lily had only read about in fairytales. This had to be a joke! But as Lily's eyes met her mother's, reading over her shoulder, they were full of tears of happiness and pride.
"I knew it, I KNEW IT!" Mrs. Evans screamed, jumping up and down. In fact it was quite disturbing to see her this overwhelmed compared to her usually calm self. "My aunty Joan was a witch. I'm so proud to have another one in the family!" Lily's parent's arms were linked, facing her, both smiling with complete and utter joy.
"AND I KNEW IT!" came another scream from the table, this time more of a screech. Petunias eyes looked wild and her hair stood on end. "For 10 years I have been trying to prove to you that she-she is a FREAK! And you..you are proud of her abnormality? You make me SICK! That's it! I am going NOW to my anti-freak school. Yes now..early. I will see you next summer! And you, Lily Evans, I hope to never see you again! FREAK!" Petunia rushed out of the room.
"Oh dear," a frown creased slightly in Mrs. Evans forehead.
But despite the family drama, Lily smiled to herself. This was a whole new beginning.no joke. Despite her efforts to deny her difference, she had always known she was special. This was her chance to prove it, her chance to fit in.
Petunia Evans, of number 9 Vining Way, had always thought there was something strange about her sister, Lily. Being two years older, she had watched as Lily went through the 'completely normal and regular' childhood stages of life that she herself also went through. Learning to walk, losing her baby teeth, riding her first bike and then having the training wheels removed. But even so, odd things always happened around Lily.
The Evans lived in a neat, split-level house on a street full of other similar houses each radiating a warm homey feeling. The gardens were lined with patterns of daffodils and tulips. The houses were clean and well maintained but also littered with playtoys and swingsets, unlike the uptight and foreboding households of Privet Drive. The residents of Vining way knew each and every one of each other and it was unlikely that Mrs. Evans would go out to do grocery shopping or Mr. Evans would go out to work on the car without running into someone for a friendly chat. This was life on Vining Way and exactly how they loved being; friendly, approachable and happy. Even the weather seemed ideal; sunshiny and warm with hardly any rain.
Well it was in late July that Petunia's suspicions about Lily were confirmed. After 10 years of watching something explode whenever 'Lilykins' chucked a tantrum, 10 years of watching 'Lilykins' mysteriously disappear whenever things got too tough, 10 years of things going 'Lilykins' way, it would finally be realised that there WAS something different, something strange about Lily. That she was nothing more than a freak. Petunia awoke that morning, unknowing that something she had been trying to prove to her loving parents for the last 10 years was about to be proven true once and for all. To become part of their lives. Today was the day...
Lily woke early that morning, stretching and yawning as she dragged herself out of bed. It'd be the end of summer holidays soon, she told herself, not sure whether this was a good thing or a bad thing. Lily was going away to St Susan's, an all girls boarding school with very high ratings. Her parents were hoping that by going there, Lily would gain some direction in life, seeing as she had no idea what she wanted to do when she was older. Mr. and Mrs. Evans of course wanted the best for her. However, her older sister, Petunia did not. Petunia also went there, which was somewhat a disappointment to both of them.
"But she CAN'T come to St Stevens Dad!" Petunia had screamed the other day. "All my friends will see me with her and see what a little weirdo she is!" This was answered by a roar from her father. At least they didn't think she was a weirdo. But she had trouble believing that. All her life, Lily had been taunted and criticized by Petunia and that's why it was somewhat a disappointment to be attending St Susan's with her. Petunia would be able to spend even more time either criticizing her or shooting her dirty looks, making her highschool life hell, making Lily's self-esteem plummet. Lily DID love her sister, more than anything, determined to see the good in anybody, but couldn't help getting annoyed at her desperation to fit in and be normal. So what? A few weird things happened to Lily, nothing she could help. It was all coincidence. Why did Petunia need to be so crowd pleasing anyway? Who knows? Maybe she was a freak...
Lily walked into the kitchen, where her family was seated around the table reading newspapers and eating toast. As Lily grunted her good mornings and poured herself a bowl of Cheerios, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. How she was going to get up at 6:30 every morning at St Susan's, she didn't' know. A tapping noise from the window interrupted her thoughts.
"Somebody get the door," called her mother. The Evans were used to early morning visits (or anytime visits) what with friendly neighbours popping by.
"No no, its the window Mum, probably just Gladys popping by again," replied Lily. She looked up towards the window and her eyes widened at the sight. An owl??? Pecking on the window. Lily had learnt enough to know owls were nocturnal. Lily cleared her eyes again. Perhaps it was just sleepiness. She blinked a few times but the owl remained at the window, pecking rather impatiently by now.
"Um mum, there's um an owl at the window..." Lily knew this sounded ridiculous but Mrs. Evans eyes lit up within an instant.
"Open the window hunny."
Lily was shocked but did so, preparing to run in case it swooped at her. But the owl flew gracefully over to the kitchen table, dropped something with a thud right in the stack of toast and flew back out the window. Lily stared as it flew into the distance. It wasn't every day that an owl flew into the kitchen. In fact, she had never even seen an owl before! But her gaze and fascination was interrupted by Petunia's screaming.
"What on earth! I bet you this has all to do with HER mother, father! This is another one of her weird and crazy scenes! I refuse to admit to being her sister anymore. If you'll excuse me.." And Petunia buried herself behind the newspaper, crunching rather too hardly on a piece of toast in a flounce.
Meanwhile, Mr. and Mrs. Evans were acting rather unusually compared to their normal patience and care. They were staring rather excitedly and brightly at the toast pile.
"Errmm what is it Mum, Dad. You know the bread isn't going to turn from white to wholemeal if you stare at it long enough."
Mr. Evans replied in a rather knowing, cheeky tone, "It might do if you stare at it sweety." Now what was that mean to mean? Lily glanced at the center of the table. Of course! The owl had dropped something. A letter of heavy parchment lay in the middle of the table and by the look in her parent's eyes, she knew she was to open it. She knew it was for her, even before she read the front of the envelope.
Ms Lily Evans 9 Vining Way Kitchen Table
Upon turning the envelope over, she saw it was sealed with a waxy crest bearing a lion, serpent, badger and eagle. What the??? Lily prised the envelope open with her fingers and found two sheets of parchment inside.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Dear Ms Evans, We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed list of necessary books and equipment. Term begins 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July. Yours sincerely Minerva Mcgonagall Deputy Headmistress
The other sheet of parchment held a list of items Lily had only read about in fairytales. This had to be a joke! But as Lily's eyes met her mother's, reading over her shoulder, they were full of tears of happiness and pride.
"I knew it, I KNEW IT!" Mrs. Evans screamed, jumping up and down. In fact it was quite disturbing to see her this overwhelmed compared to her usually calm self. "My aunty Joan was a witch. I'm so proud to have another one in the family!" Lily's parent's arms were linked, facing her, both smiling with complete and utter joy.
"AND I KNEW IT!" came another scream from the table, this time more of a screech. Petunias eyes looked wild and her hair stood on end. "For 10 years I have been trying to prove to you that she-she is a FREAK! And you..you are proud of her abnormality? You make me SICK! That's it! I am going NOW to my anti-freak school. Yes now..early. I will see you next summer! And you, Lily Evans, I hope to never see you again! FREAK!" Petunia rushed out of the room.
"Oh dear," a frown creased slightly in Mrs. Evans forehead.
But despite the family drama, Lily smiled to herself. This was a whole new beginning.no joke. Despite her efforts to deny her difference, she had always known she was special. This was her chance to prove it, her chance to fit in.
