Dear Diary,
June 22nd 1977- should be asleep but writing anyways...
Or would it be 'Hello Diary'? 'Good evening Diary'? I'm not entirely sure. I have actually never had a diary before. You would think that in the seventeen years I have been alive that I would have recorded my thoughts or feelings in a book or journal of some sort but not so. Perhaps that is why my entry thus far is such rubbish. Anyways where do people even begin when one gets a diary seventeen years into living? Should I start at the beginning? Like Mary Poppins said…"The beginning is a very good place to start"…laugh if you will but I do still love that film. Anyways my name is Lillian Margaret Evans, or just Lily. I like Lily better, Lillian reminds me of my slightly mad tea pot collecting grandmother for whom I was named. Not that I don't love my nan, she's just a bit mad and likes to feed me and Petunia stale cookies when we visit while she watches Dr. Who reruns on her telly. Where was I? Oh yes, Lily Evans, my birthday is June 21st and yesterday was my seventeenth birthday. I live with my mum and dad and my older sister Petunia. Well Petunia sort of lives here, meaning she comes home for the occasional dinner and to sleep in her bed. The rest of her time is spent with her oaf of a boyfriend Vernon. He's a prat, I swear he is. We had him over for dinner once and talked nonstop about the new Grunning's drills to my dad. I am not sure if he realized my dad had started to nod off but either way it was the first and last time he was invited over. Well for now anyways. For whatever reason Petunia is absolutely nutty over him and spends all her time with him, I had begun to think she wasn't going to come home for my birthday dinner last night. Yesterday was my seventeenth birthday and the reason for my newly acquired diary. It was a gift from one of my best mates from school. I can't believe I haven't mentioned them yet! Even worse is that I talked about Vernon and his drills before my best mates, which I will blame on the utter lack of Hogwarts that I have been suffering through lately- it has been awful.
The day I found out about Hogwarts, six years before yesterday really, was one of the most memorable days of my life. It also happened to be the day I found out I was witch. We were all over at my auntie Gladys' who lives in Essex. We had just begun dinner in the garden when a large barn owl swooped over the garden and dropped a thick letter into auntie Gladys' three bean salad. There was a very long pause before Petunia reached into the salad bowl and retrieved the letter. I could hear my mum questioning my dad "What on earth Jim?" but before he could answer auntie Gladys cleared her throat "Well what is it Petunia dearest?". I saw Petunia's eyes narrow as she read the front of the envelope, a crease had formed on her forehead as she opened her mouth and everyone sat up in their chairs to hear what she had to say. "It's- it's for you Lily."
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, holding a place for me- I was a witch. Once I had read the letter aloud Petunia bolted up from her seat. 'But you're not going are you, Lily? It sounds like rubbish to me…"
"Don't be silly Petunia, of course she will go. Oh, Lily that so lovely for you dear. We always knew how special you were." My mother protested.
This is where it began, my sister's dislike for me and all things magical. Over the years you would think she might have gotten used to the idea, gown accustomed to having a witch for a sister. But it has been quite the opposite, I don't think Petunia will ever forgive my abnormality and freakness. To think she hates me so much that she actually prefers Vernon's company over mine it just a sad thought really. Oh, Hector's outside my window with a letter- more later!