Chapter 1
Lily Evans, a Muggle born girl with long red hair, and green eyes did not know what lay ahead. Now, this time of the night, a normal child of eleven would be asleep by now. She gasped at a letter she had read about for the 30th time that night. It had once been candle waxed sealed, but the seal had long been broken.
"It can't be…. Dad will hate me, Mum will get mad, and Petunia will call me a freak!" said Lily. The door opened with a creak just as Lily stuffed the letter in her gown pocket.
"Having nightmares are you Lily? I thought I heard you whimpering.," said Christopher Evans, Lily's father.
"Oh, that? It was um…my, no! I mean a bird n-n-nearby in a tree," said Lily.
"I should hope think so. I don't want you to stay up the whole night making odd noises," said Mr. Evans. He closed the door and quietly then left. Lily took the letter out again, a tear dropped onto the envelope. She was really confused. How should she start? Excuse my Father and Mother but I've got a letter for you, no, that didn't sound right.
Through the whole night, she thought about it before falling into a restless sleep.
"Lily, wake up! Time for Breakfast" called Mrs. Jane Evans.
It was all a dream! Now I don't have to tell mum and dad! Lily thought cheerfully. But no. She walked over to her desk, opened the drawers and found the envelope sitting innocently on top of a book. She picked up the letter and hurried into the kitchen.
"What's that letter you're holding?" asked Lily's father.
"A letter." She replied.
"What's it about?"
"Well, I'm just about to tell you… I am witch," said Lily.
"A what? I didn't quite catch you Lily," said Mr. Evans.
"I'm a witch. It says so in this letter, I have to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardly," said Lily. She handed the letter to her mother and father. They read it in utter silence.
"Oh, Lily darling, how wonderful! You're the only witch in our family! Congratulations" said Mrs. Evans hugging Lily as Petunia – Lily's older sister - rolled her eyes.
"Really mum? You're proud of me?" asked Lily looking puzzled.
"Of course! Aren't we Christopher?" asked Mrs. Evans. .
"Yes, of course. So, Lily was that the thing you were reading at dinner last night?" asked Christopher. Lily, who wasn't quite listening looked up from her breakfast.
"Um, yes father I was worried you and mother would get angry," said Lily.
"Where are we going to get all this equipment and when are you going.," asked Christopher.
"Someone will come and assist us to buy the equipment and I am going on the 1st September. I'll have to stay there all year; it's a boarding school. One more thing, we board on platform nine and three quarters at Kings Cross station in London," said Lily.
"For the whole year?" asked Mrs. Evans.
"Yeah, you expect me to come back every day?" asked Lily.
"No, of course we don't" said Christopher hurriedly nudging Mrs. Evans. Lily sat down next to Petunia who was looking through a clothes list of in-fashion clothes. She rolled her eyes before resting them on her breakfast plate.
"Here mum, Hogwarts letter, booklist included" said James Potter passing a letter to his mother. She took it and opened the letter, it had seemed only yesterday when she got her's
"We'll need to get you a wand," said Elizabeth Potter.
"Yes, if you say so mum" said James ruffling his jet-black hair. He was a person who was more interested in sporting activities than being stuck in the house the whole day.
"I think you'd better clean up your room since you're not going to be here all year, it'd be filthy by the time you get back. And I think that your toy broomstick should be given off to some charity, maybe even the Williams" said Mrs. Potter.
"Mum, you know that the last time I used it was when I was four" said James.
"I hope so. Now please James, go off and tidy your room. Your father won' t be too impressed at the state of it," said Mrs. Potter. James ran up the stirs, and flung himself on the bed. I hope I'll meet some troublemakers… that would be fun, very fun.
"James!"
"What? Oh, hi dad" said James focusing on a tall man standing at the door.
"I heard your mother saying that you were tidying your room, but there you are sleeping in the middle of a hot summer's day," said Mr. Potter.
"I'm tidying my room… really!" said James jumping into action. He started stuffing toys, books and a packet of exploding snap into a box then tried to stuff his jack in the box toy into the cupboard.
"Finished dad" said James closing the door of the cupboard. A second later the door creaked opened and everything fell out.
"Well, I'd like it tidied by lunch," said Mr. Potter walking out of the room. "As for now, don't bother me. I will be in my study."
James scowled.
"I quit, I'll do it later. As for now I am going to the neighbours," said James marching out of his now untidy room.
"I found this, it's a Muggle game called checkers. It's really easy; it's little bit like chess but much easier. The checkers only can move diagonally, one step per go. The aim of the game is to get as many of your opinion's pieces, you get them when you see a piece diagonally next to your checker and you jump over it" said Tom, who was James's neighbor.
"What-? I didn't quite catch that. How about we play this game. I ask you about Hogwarts and you answer the question, got that" said James
"Err, if you say so." said Tom.
"What grade are you in?" asked James.
"I'm in my third year "said Tom. Tom was sitting on a study chair and James was sprawled out on the floor lazily gazing out into space. The room was a normal sized room with a table, chair and a bed.
"Where's your trunk?" asked James.
"My trunk? My mum keeps it in the cupboard locked up. In my second year I accidentally did a spell, which set mum screaming at me, it was horrible," said Tom.
"This is kind of off our Hogwarts subject, can we change it?" asked Tom. Tom was a tall boy in his third year. He had dirty blonde hair, aqua blue eyes and brown freckles.
"So, like are there any nice, interesting people there?" asked James.
"Well, there are lots but you wouldn't want to go mixing with the Slytherins," said Tom.
"Mmmm, what house are you in?" asked James
"Hufflepuff," said Tom.
"I heard Hufflepuffs are dim witted and shallow and -"
"James!" Tom exclaimed, shocked. James looked up shocked; he didn't realize that he had been talking all this time.
"Oh, sorry. I'd better go now," muttered James leaving the room.
"See you at Hogwarts! Tell me if you need any help" called Tom. James waved before hurrying off. He knew that he had to get back home before he had a shouting match with his mum.
A few months had flown past really fast, now James was going to King Cross Station. "Ready" said James as he threw his books, and clothes into his trunk.
"Since I won't be able to see you go, bye James and take care!" said Mr. Potter emerging from the corridor hugging James.
"Now please behave yourself, Ok?" asked Mr. Potter.
"Yes, dad" answered James.
James and Mrs. Evans walked to the car and drove off.