Adults say that magic is something kids believe in when they are young. They grow out of it. Magic is not real, that's what everyone says, and almost everyone believes. Some still hold on to that tiny bit of hope that there might be magic out there somewhere in the world. But they would never say their Believes out loud to other people. No way!

Mr. Thomas Evans loved magic stories as a child and he loved reading them to his two precious daughters, Petunia and Lily. Some would say that it was weird, that Lily still liked to hear her daddy read her some magic stories and that Petunia; though only being a few years older, hadn't listened to these kinds of stories in ages.
Mr. Evans didn't think much of it, for he loved his youngest daughter oh so very much, so he continued reading her magical bedtime stories every night. His wife, Rose Evans, didn't mind, she loved hearing those stories too, she grew up with them for a long time.
Mr. and Mrs. Evans loved their life, their little house with a nice garden, their two daughters, who grew up so fast. Petunia being a teenager already, though much to Mr. Evans dismay, wore make up, hung out with her friends, and most upsettingly, with boys.
Lily, having turned 11 in December, was so different than her sister, she loved helping her dad with the flower garden, baking with her mom and reading books.
A typically normal family.

So it did scare Rose Evans, on this lovely Saturday noon, that while she was making some scones, a high pitched scream came from the garden and Petunia came running in screaming hysterically. Rose Evans walked outside to their little garden to find her husband holding Lily, who had awestruck eyes and an owl sitting on her chair with what appeared to be a letter tied to a tiny leg.
"Thomas, dear, why is there an owl on my chair?" she asked.
"I don't know honey. But get away from it. I'll make it leave." her husband answered. At that her youngest daughter screamed: "But daddy, it's holding something. Look! There on his leg." She pointed to the envelope.
Mrs. Evans made a move towards to bird, but her husband yelled out for her to stay away from the bird. She stepped back scoffing and let her husband get the letter. As soon as the envelope was gone, the bird flew off.
Mr. Evans looked at it and said:" Lily, my little flower. This is addressed to you."
"To me?"
He nodded and handed her the letter reluctantly.

Lily being the eager and adventurous person she was opened it. 3 letters fell out.
She picked up the first one and read:

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 Miss Evans,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31. July

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

Lily's mother looked at the list of necessities: "The Standard book of Spells (Grade 1), a History of Magic, a pointed hat, cauldron and a wand? What is this? Is this a joke?"
"Apparently not," Mr. Evans said, while looking at the third letter, "Here is a letter from this Albus Dumbledore. It says 'Dear Mr. and Mrs. Evans. I know this is a lot to take in but I assure you that your daughter, Lily Evans, is in fact a witch and has a place at this most wonderful school. As I assume you don't know where Diagon Alley is, I would like to invite myself for tea tomorrow, July 12th ,noon exactly, and I will explain everything and take your daughter supply shopping.
I do hope you will consider this magnificent proposition of having your daughter join our school. Sincerely Albus Dumbledore, title, title, title.' If this is a joke than they would have gone to a whole lot of length to make this look real."
Lily piped in "But what if it is real?" Her mother looked at her daughter, then at her husband and then sighed "We'll see if this Headmaster shows up tomorrow and then we will go from there, how about it?"

They agreed to it and turned around to find Petunia standing in the door.
"You cannot think that this is real! This is just something weird from the people in Lily's class", she declared.
Her mother looked dazzled, "Why wouldn't they like Lily?"
"Because she is different, she does weird things sometimes and they think she is a freak!"
Mr. Evans roared "My daughter is not a freak!" Mrs. Evans piped in to that "What kind of things? What are you talking about Petunia?"
"She like opens flowers when she looks at them, or she would make something fly or break, when she is angry."
"Petunia! You promised me you wouldn't tell." Lily screamed.
"Lily! Somebody sent an owl to you, and made up a wizard school, just because they think you are a freak."
"I am not a freak!"
"Then stop doing that freaky stuff, and stop reading magic stories. It's not normal in your age. No one reads magic stories when they are older than 6."

Mr. Evans had had enough of his daughters bickering. "Petunia that is quite enough! Go to your room. You too, Lily. And no more funny business at school. Is that understood?"
Lily nodded and went upstairs with her head hanging.
Petunia didn't move a bit.
"Petunia. You heard your father. Go to your room."
"Why? What did I do wrong? I don't do that freak stuff."
"Petunia your sister is not a freak!"
"Then why do I have to go to my room?"
Mr. Evans almost yelled "Because apparently you have not helped your sister with these things in school. And because I need some time to think, alone. With nobody interrupting me and asking questions. Just me and mom. Talking. Now up to your room."

Lily heard her sister huff and slam the door to her room. She wished she would have come to her and made her feel better. But lately, her sister started acting weird around her. Ever since that accident at the playground, where she jumped off the swing and flew a little bit and made a flower grow faster than it would have.
What if her class mates were right? What if she was a freak? She certainly did not want to be one. She just couldn't help it. Weird things happened when she was sad or angry or lonely. And she had those feelings a lot in school. Not only would her sister not do anything with her but everyone else thought she was weird because of her red flaming hair. And of course the weird incidents that happened.
Lily didn't have friends. Her parents thought that she was just being in a troubled phase and that she would get used to it all soon.
She so wanted to be normal, like her sister.

Late in the night, Lily still couldn't sleep. She kept thinking why weird things kept happening to her. She could also still hear her parents talking down in the kitchen.
She sat on the stairs and listened to the discussion.
Mr. Evans "We can't just let a weirdo in our house tomorrow."
"Thomas, if he is a wizard he will not have a problem with a door."
"Rose, how is this possible? What happened there? Only yesterday we didn't even think about the possibility of our daughter being a witch. And now?".
" I don't know. But I feel horrible. How could I not know that my daughter is miserable in her school? She was always such a happy kid. And now, she has a hard time finding friends?"
"Rose, stop. We couldn't know this. The real question is if we, if she really is a witch, let her go to this school."
"I don't know. I mean we have to consider that she might be happier there. But we probably won't see her a lot then. And I don't want to lose my child."
"We will see. I only want my little flower to be happy."
"I know Thomas, I do too."

Lily crept back in her bed, not feeling worse or better. She couldn't sleep and she really wanted to see the stars right now. She blinked and suddenly her room was full of stars. She smiled to herself, maybe she was a witch.
With that thought and the stars around her she started sleeping.