"Lily! Lily get back here! Come here!" Petunia chases after her sister, frowning. "Lily! I'm telling Mummy!"
Lily grins as she stops at a large oak tree. "Look what I can do Tunia!" She bends down and plucks a small wild flower from the ground, floating it to her sister. Petunia stops running when she reaches her sister, staring at the flower. Lily smiles at her sister, full of hope and love for her sister.
"You're a freak Lily! Mummy said not to do that!" Petunia shoves her sister down, jealousy running through her whole body. "You're a freak Lily!"
Lily Evans sits up in her bed, sweat dripping from her forehead as she wakes from the memory. She wipes her forehead with the back of her hand and silently slides out from beneath her scarlet covers, trying not to wake her roommates. Gingerly, Lily creeps to the bathroom, watching as one of her friends stirs ever so slightly in her sleep. She shuts the door and sits on the toilet, trying to push away the feelings that memory brought about. It was the first day that Petunia had called her a freak. Over and over she would call her a freak every summer. Lily shuts her eyes, picturing her sister. Over and over Petunia yelled at her. Freak! Freak! You're a freak Lily and you go to a freak school! A school for freaks!
Tears sting behind her eyelids. You're a freak Lily! A freak! Petunia's words echo in her head, over and over. Nothing was more painful to Lily than having your sister think of you as a freak. Not even the times Lily was sent to the hospital wing for a third degree burn from James Potter. Shaking her head, Lily stands up and rinses her face. Emerald eyes meet emerald eyes in the mirror.
"Lily Evans you are a strong witch. Your blood and where you come from doesn't matter. You are stronger than anyone knows. What Petunia thinks of your gifts doesn't matter. You are Lily J. Evans and you are a witch." She nods, allowing a smile to grace her face as she walks out into her dorm and goes back to bed. Lily didn't necessarily feel good all of the time but she wouldn't let the name calling get to her. She would focus on her studies then go on to do wonderful things. Screw what Petunia said. Screw what the Death Eaters thought of her. She was Lily Evans and she could do anything she put her mind to.