Ok…new story, and hopefully I'll actually finish this one. See I've realized my problem…I never actually have a plot more just a general idea that goes no where, that and I start hating my characters because I start making them perfect mary-sues and when I try to add in imperfections it just ends up awkward because these insecurities fly up out of no where… so I start.

And I own nothing, im just some kid writing fan fiction at 12:30 am

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I always appreciate the normality I get while I'm at home for the summer, something I rarely get at Hogwarts. Sure it's well, for lack of a better word, awesome being able to do magic, but its nice to return home to loving a mother, father and sister.

Ok. So Pet isn't all that loving. And a little cold…and decently jealous.

But that's sibling rivalry, deep down we're still sisters and we loved each other.

"LILY MARIE EVANS GET YOUR ARSE DOWN HERE! DO YOU PLAN ON LAZYING ABOUT ALL EVENING?!?!" screeched my mothers voice.

Oh and you lecture me about being unlady like.

Scoffing I quickly change out of my light blue penguin print pjs and into some clothing and pulled my hair back into a knot. "Lily! Where are you!" my mums voice called once more.

"Coming mum!" I replied running down the stairs and into the kitchen, "You rang? And quite loudly I must mention." I grinned as my mother rolled her eyes.

"We have some guests visiting tomorrow and I want this house spotless, I need to go to work, I'll be back in the evening." she ordered while sipping the last of her coffee.

"But muuuum it's summer, no other kids are doing chores." I groaned/

She laughed, "Well no other children are as special as you are, give your old mum some help." and sauntered out the door.

"Old my arse…" I muttered.

"Language, Flower, language." chided my father, as he gave me a hug.

"You off to work too?" I asked, as my dad glanced in a mirror, combed back his blonde hair, and straightened his tie.

"Yep, if I can get a few more investors we're set for life Flower, there's millions sitting in that square of land." he said excitedly, blue eyes flashing .

He gave me a kiss and left. He had become obsessed with developing the 100 acres of land some great aunt we had never heard of left him. Supposedly he could turn it into a multi-million dollar condo complex, the plans and blueprints were fantastic, it was the lack of financing that was currently a problem.

Sighing I started up on my task, my years at Hogwarts had taught me to fight my natural procrastination, now whenever I put things off I feel guilty, so putting on some music I got to it.

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Halfway through my cleaning and occasional dancing I began thinking, who exactly were these guests…mum didn't exactly mention any names, and they weren't investors since dad didn't seem at all affected that there was to be company. If it was family I would've known weeks before hand with mums constant reminders of 'no magic' and 'don't loose your temper'. Not much of mums side of the family particularly liked me, and dads flat out resented me. I never knew why, but my grandma Rose was the worst not even trying to be polite, looking at my like I was a mistake, like I didn't fit.

Well I really didn't fit, did I? not when you're a witch in a magical family.

Overall though I couldn't complain, life wasn't perfect, but I liked my home, with the white picket fence, the flowerbed of lilies and petunias, and the big pool in the back.

Whoa I've gotten way off topic…but my musings tend to that.

Suddenly there was a crash and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Hearing a scream coming out of Tunnie's room I quickly sprinted up the stairs.

"Is everything alright?!" I cried bursting in.

She screamed and enveloped me in a hug, I froze at the contact…we hadn't hugged in over a good year.

"Vernon asked me to marry him!" she squealed, and I joined in on her jumping up and down happy dance.

"That's wonderful!" I squealed with her, those must be the guests…

Suddenly she stopped, "Oh god. There's so much I have to do. GO! LEAVE! I have to call people!!"

I laughed at her sudden mood swing, and finished cleaning up.

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I spent the rest of the day lounging about by the pool, it was hard getting a good tan being a red head, you had to combine an exact amount of suntan lotion with precisely timed amount of sun your skin received, then a rub down of aloe and later shay butter to keep that tan and the sunburn off. Ah, yes summer, the only time I ever really bother with my appearance. That is not to say I'm a complete slob while at Hogwarts, but there's just no one to impress in the library, where I spend most of my time. I tend to go for a loose ponytail and a bit of eyeliner, sometimes gloss, if I feel up to a challenge.

Yes, yes lip-gloss is a challenge for me, I just hate it so much, the feeling of anything on my lips, even chap stick, bothers me. Except for that one flavor… it tastes EXACTLY like white chocolate…

I shook my head, clearing my train of thought.

"Girl's I'm home!" I glanced inside the house and recognized my mum's brilliant blond head in the kitchen.

"MUMMY! You'll NEVER guess what happened!" Petunia squealed running down the stairs, blonde hair trailing behind her.

That's one thing I never understood, I know I got my green eyes from my mum, but everyone else has blonde hair compared to my red. Well supposedly I look exactly like my dads brother, not that I've ever seen said uncle.

I floated around a bit more until my mother called me into the house for dinner.

"Lily thanks for cleaning the house, and no magic tomorrow, Blake doesn't know about the whole magic thing." my mum said passing me a plate full of spaghetti and a breadstick.

"No problem mum, it was easy, who's Blake?" I asked.

"Your father's um, brother."

I noticed the hesitation when saying brother, but I decided not to bring it up.

The door swung open, and my father came in grinning like a mad man, "We got it!" he cried swinging my mother around and kissing her.

"Oh gross, get a room, we're having dinner here." I groaned covering my eyes.

The two laughed, and seated themselves, "So what's new?" my father asked.

Petunia's face lit up, "Daddy, remember Vernon…"

My father scowled, never a fan of our boyfriends, "Oh daddy, don't make that face, he asked me to marry him!"

"I guess I can't really dislike my future son-in-law can I?" he laughed, relieved that the boy was making a commitment to his daughter, not just playing with her heart. Petunia laughed in delight.

"Also I have some news, honey-" my father placed his attention on my mother, "you see your brother, Blake, is visiting."

His face fell, in a controlled neutral mask, "My brother?"

"Yes, brother." my mum replied in a hard voice, giving him a look while trying to discreetly kick him in the shin.

Odd, what were they trying to hide…

"Well, then I guess I must go and prepare." and he excused himself, without touching the food, odd considering pasta was his favorite.

There was a moment of awkward silence. "I call his breadstick!" called me and Petunia at the same time, "Hey!"

"Girls, girls, no fighting, I'll split it in half." mum said rolling her eyes.

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That night I heard quite a bit of muffled arguing coming out of my parents rooms.