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Prologue

Lily Evans was not like every teenage girl. Sure she loved clothes and she was sure she would love talking with her friends if she had any but she was different, very different. Lily Evans was a witch. Not just any witch either. She was a muggle born witch who was the top in every single one of her classes at her school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She didn't have any friends there though because she couldn't get close to anyone, because if she did they might find out her secret.

Lily Evans hated her life outside of Hogwarts. It was always the same. She would wake up, cook breakfast for her family, grab a piece of bread and a glass of water and go back to her cupboard to wait for her family to finish breakfast. When they were done she was to clean the dishes, make the beds, do any laundry that needed to be done or outside work, then make lunch for her family. Then she again would go back to her cupboard, but this time she was not allowed any food or water. After lunch she again was to clean the dishes and then finish up with the chores. After she was done with that she had to make dinner for her family, grab a piece of bread and some water then go back to her cupboard for the rest of the evening. Most of the time she would end up finishing her schoolwork. There was one rule that she had to follow while doing all of this. DON'T BE SEEN. If anyone of her family members saw her she was to be beat until they were board, although sometimes they just searched for her so that they could beat her anyway. If she didn't do the meals or the chores she was again beaten. And so was the life of Lily Evans.

Lily woke up in her cupboard under the stairs still sore from last nights beating. She had forgotten that her father liked his chicken grilled not put in the oven and she had paid for it. But she deserved it. She should have remembered.

As she got out of bed and started to make breakfast she promised to herself that she wouldn't forget anything today. She would give them no excuse to beat her.

That was when everything went wrong at once.

Petunia, Lily's older sister, decided to wake up early and to come downstairs twenty minutes before she normally did. She entered the kitchen just in time to see Lily reach up and untie a letter from an owl's leg.

"YOU FREAK! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO HAVE FINISHED MY BREAKFAST NOT PLAY WITH SOME RUDDY BIRD!" she screeched waking up Mr. and Mrs. Evans.

Lily's eyes grew wide and she stuffed the letter in her pocket before hurrying out of the room, but she wasn't fast enough.

Mr. Evans came into the kitchen and grabbed her by the scruff of the neck before throwing her across the room. "WHAT WERE YOU DOING!"

Lily knew better than to say anything. She just laid there crumpled in a heap waiting for the next blow.

"WHO WAS THAT LETTER FROM, I DEMAND TO SEE IT AT ONCE!"

Lily froze. This letter was from Hogwarts, it had her list of supplies. She could just hand it over. She knew that she would never get it back, then she wouldn't be able to get her things!

"GIVE ME THE LETTER NOW YOU STUPID GIRL!"

Lily still didn't move. She couldn't. This was her letter and she was NOT about to give it up. "No." she said weakly.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME!"

Lily became quiet once again. She shouldn't have said that. Now he was going to be much more upset. Maybe if she just pretended that she didn't say anything he wouldn't do anything to her… maybe?

Her hopes couldn't be more off. He stormed right up to her and started beating her. When he had had enough he went to one of the drawers and started rummaging through it. Lily could see Petunia smirking off to the side.

Lily started to slowly slink away trying the best that she could to get out of the kitchen. She was almost there when her father turned around with a steak knife in his hand.

"YOU STUPID RETCHED GIRL. YOU WILL GIVE ME THAT LETTER WHETER YOU WANT TO OR NOT."

He kept advancing at her and she kept shrinking back, but she couldn't get any farther because the door was shut and she would have to stand up to open it. 'Why now!' Lily though miserably.

When her father reached her he placed the knife by her throat, using his other hand to search for the letter. He finally found it in her pants pocket and backed away reading it, but not before kicking her hard in the stomach and hitting her head on the counter causing her to slump to the floor, unconscious.

"Daddy," Petunia said sweetly, "who is it from Daddy? Is it from that retched school of hers?"

Mr. Evans turned around a glared at her, "Don't you ever mention that school of hers under this roof again."

Petunia took a step back scared. She was used to seeing her dad's anger poured out on Lily but never had any of it been directed at her.

His faced softened immediately. "I'm sorry Petty. I didn't mean to get so rash with you, that fool of a sister of yours got me so upset. And to answer your question, yes it is from that place." He said before he tore up the pieces and threw them into the fire.