Summary: Lilly gets a letter to Hogwarts, which leads to many things… A new school, her sister's new attitude and newfound enemy… R&R please!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the stuff you recognise. It belongs to JK Rowling. But… anything you don't recognise is mine, and I will rule the world with it! Stands in an evil pose and does an evil laugh Ok. Sane now.
Chapter 1: A promising letter
"Lily, you've got a letter!" Shouted Petunia.
"Give me a minute!" I shouted back.
"But what if it's the result from that strange talent competition?"
"I'll be there in a sec." I raced down the stairs and jumped the rest of the way to the breakfast table. "Ok, I'm here! Gimme my letter!"
"What's the magic word?"
"Oh, shut up Petunia."
"No, seriously."
"Give it to me!"
"No." That was the word that possessed me to jump up, grab Petunia's arm which held my parcel, then pin her down on the floor with one hand behind her back.
"What about now?"
"O…k…" Gasped Petunia as she opened her hand.
I let her go. "Thanks!" I grinned as I ripped open the seal on the envelope and started reading.
"Oh – great practical joke, Petunia."
"What joke?"
"Read this." Petunia went white.
"Lily… I didn't send this."
"Are you sure?"
Petunia nodded her head.
"So that means that I really am a witch!"
Petunia laughed. "Fat chance."
"But who else would have sent this? Mum and dad don't do practical jokes. No-one else knows where my bedroom is – I have trouble with…" I saw my shoes in my shame.
".,. Friendships. It's ok, Lily. I have few friends."
"T hat's because you're always spying on them and then gossiping." I remarked.
"Yeah, I know. But still…" Petunia smiled.
"I'm a witch!"
"I seriously doubt it."
"Yeah, you're right." I said as I threw it away.
THE NEXT MORNING…"So…" I said through a mouthful of cornflakes. "Did I get any mail?"
"NO." Said Petunia.
"Oh. So the witchy Hogwarty schooly thingy was a practical joke in the end."
"I'm joking, Lily! Don't be so depressed. You got 5 more of those letters today."
"Can I have them?"
"NO. I'm waiting for mine."
"Can I look at them?"
"NO."
"Why not?"
"I'm waiting for mine."
"But what if you're not a witch, and it's just me?"
"That can't be. We're sisters."
"So?"
"Oh, fine. Here." Petunia shoved the letters in my face.
"Don't be so agitated. Your letter will come soon"
Petunia burst into tears. "And what if it doesn't come? I might be a muggle."
"A Whaty?"
"A muggle. Non-magical."
"How do you know?"
"I read your letter."
"Oh." I skimmed down the lines of calligraphy. "It says here that I have to go to Diagon alley to get all my school items."
"I've never heard of it."
"Ditto (A/N: This means 'same' or 'I agree'), but doesn't mean it doesn't exist. Look – the note even comes with what they call a 'portal'. It says that whoever holds on to it at 11:00 EST, they will be transported to Diagon Alley."
"What's the time now?"
"9:00 EST. We've got two hours to prepare. Quick, I'll get out my Halloween costume – the witch hat and cape one – to wear to Diagon Alley."
"Are you kidding? Real-life wizards and witches might not be like that."
"How should you know?"
"Um… I'm your older sister. I always know."
I laughed. "Fine, I won't wear it. But what should I wear? It's not going to be like a normal Westfield's."
"Just wear normal clothes, will you? It'll save you time and thought and energy."
"Good idea. Gosh, you've been full of good ideas today. Do you know why?"
"Of course."
"Spit it out."
"My position's Sister. Older sister. My name is Evans. Petunia Evans."
"Oh shut up." I said, and we both laughed. "You've been watching those James Bond movies again, haven't you?"
Petunia nodded.
"They have a really bad effect on you, you know that?" I said to a hysterical Petunia. "Now… 9:15! I have to get ready."
"It's more than an hour to go! Finish breakfast first, you ding-bat."
"No! It's been 15 minutes since I've found out I have magical powers and I intend to celebrate the occasion."
"By getting ready by more than an hour?"
"Precisely."
"Whatever you say…" Shouted Petunia to a girl that was already halfway up the stairs to her bedroom – me. "Hey Lily!"
"Yeah?"
"What about mum and dad?"
"Can you tell them and ask if we can go to Diagon Alley?"
"No problem."
110 ARGUMENTS LATER…"Petunia! I can't find anything to wear."
"I told you a thousand times – wear normal clothes."
"But I don't want to look daggy and muggle-like."
"You worry too much."
"That is true. But what to wear?"
"Your normal clothes!"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I've already been through this."
"So have I, now decide to wear your normal clothes already!"
"Fine. But it's your fault if I get teased."
"Agreed. I'll come along to take the blame."
"You would?"
"Well, I wouldn't miss it."
"Thankyou so much. You're a legend."
"I know."
"Have you told mum and dad?"
"Yep."
"What did they say?"
"That it's great to have a witch in the family, but they laughed afterwards."
"So they don't believe me?"
"Of course they don't. You didn't believe it at first, remember?"
"Did they say we could go?"
"Yeah. They said that we were old enough to do things on our own now, and to let them sleep in for another hour."
I looked at my watch. "Talking of time, there's only 1 minute left! Where's the portal? I can't find the portal. What am I going to do? My one chance to fit in, gone! My one chance to be…"
"It's alright, I've got it. Now come out of your room."
"You come in. There's no time." Petunia smiled. She thought she knew everything about her younger sister. She stepped in, looking at her watch.
"15-14-13-12…"
I joined in and held the feather (portal). "11-10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1"
We were jerked into the sky… Was it the sky? I don't know what it was, but it was pretty interesting and all went by extremely fast. A couple of seconds later we found ourselves at one end of an alley – Diagon Alley.
A/N: Well, it's the start of a new story, and I need feedback. Should this go on? Should it be a one-shot? Should Petunia's attitude towards Lily change? Should Lily's attitude towards Petunia change? Should their parents be involved? Seriously, say anything that you can think of (that relates, even if in a weird way).