Tragic as Dumbledore's death was, Harry was still able to feel a bit curious. McGonogall told him Dumbledore left him something in his will, and Harry trudged up the stairs to his office. The attorney, or something of that sort handed Harry a small package. Harry shuffled to his dorm, to see, privately, what Dumbledore had left him. Harry closed the curtains of his four poster bed, and gently unwrapped the package.
As soon as the paper was gone, he frowned. It was just a book. No, a journal, and the pages were blank. Harry turned the book upside down, to see if anything was in there. And to his luck there was a small piece of parchment with Dumbledore's handwriting scribbled across the page.
'Harry, if you have this in your possession you are either a graduate from Hogwarts, or I am deceased. Either way it is time you learned more about your family. This diary belonged to your mother. If you remember well, you will recall the diary of Tom Riddle taking you into the diary's realms. If you do the incantation correctly at the bottom of the page so will this one. But be warned Harry there are things in your parents past that have been buried for a reason.'
Harry's eyebrows furrowed together as he studied the spell on the corner of the page, he then picked up his wand, shouting with all his might, "Onulazey!" And then there was a flash of light.
Lily had just woke to the shouts of her sister, Petunia, who was standing in her doorway. One of Lily's emerald eyes fluttered open seeing Petunia's stern pointy face. "Will you get up you lazy sod!" Lily stretched out her arms, yawning deeply. At this Petunia scoffed, and turned on her heel.
Lily sighed, Petunia hadn't always been that way. The two of them used to be inseperable. But since Lily started Hogwarts Petunia only saw her as a Satanist jezebel. Six years had passed, and Petunia's stubbornness hadn't budged. Lily was grateful to have all her friends from Hogwarts, she sometimes got up to five owls a day.
She dressed, and scurried down the stairs to the dining room. Where her parents, and Petunia were sitting around the table. "Good morning sleepyhead," said her mother. "Yes, good morning Lily dear, have some bacon you're looking peakish," stated her father, not even taking his eyes off the newspaper. Petunia remained silent, even when Lily sat across from her.
Lily yawned once more while spooning food onto her plate. Petunia hurriedly ate the remainder of her meal, then threw on her carnigan on. "I'm going to Vernon's." She kissed her mother and father on the cheek, giving Lily a slight glare as she passed.
Lily didn't care for Petunia's taste in men. Vernon Dursley was the most egotistical, gluttonish, womanizing man she had ever met. He made Potter look like a saint. Potter, that name made her heart skip a beat, she couldn't deny how she felt any more.
Slow steps she now took with him, that's all it took, who knew maybe she could even change him. No, she didn't really want him to change, that much anyways. The way he flashed a spell around every bloody corner had to change. Lily trudged back up the stairs to her room, where she began filling her trunk. She decided to just wear a halter top, and some shorts. 'It's the last day I can wear these for a whole year.'
She nearly groaned in exasperation, dress codes were so pointless. Nearly ten minutes later she heard her parents' cars setting off to their separate destination. Barely five minutes later the doorbell chimed, thinking her parents had forgotten something she zoomed down the stairs.
Only to find three scruffy boy, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and to her overwhelming surprise James Potter. With then two girls, Adia Dumbledore, and Tammie Edwards. Her two long term best friends ever smirking coyly. "We thought we'd bring you a resent or three." James smiled shyly, not sure if it were alright to go inside. Lily reached out, and took James' hand bringing him inside the house with the rest of the crew.