So this chapter is a bit shorter than I would like, but life has been kinda hectic latelyso I haven't had much time to write and I wanted to give you all something. So here's chapter two!

Chapter 2-

The next few days were some of the weirdest Lily had ever experienced.

It started with Vernon visiting her at her cupboard, something he had never done before, and she hoped he never did again.

"Where's my letter," was the first thing Lily said when the door opened. "Who's writing to me."

"No one," Vernon said shortly, obviously trying to keep his temper in check. "It was addressed to you by mistake. I took the liberty of burning it."
"A mistake, sure," Lily seethed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "It was a mistake that it had my exact living arrangements writ-"

"SILENCE!" Vernon roared, causing dust to fall from the ceiling. He took a deep breath, his voice turning back from it's ugly shade of purple.

"Er- yes. Lily, your aunt and I were talking about this cupboard, and we… well, you're getting a bit big for it and… we think it would be good for you if… well if you move into Dudley's second bedroom."

"Seriously?" Lily asked dubiously. "Why?"

"Don't ask questions," Vernon said automatically. "Just… gather your stuff and bring it upstairs."

And that was just the start of her weird week. Needless to say, Dudley wasn't happy the next morning at breakfast. He first tried crying, then hitting, then screaming, and then even brightening, but nothing budged his parents. Lily was just as unhappy, but for different reasons. Vernon still wouldn't tell her what the letter was about.

Vernon, for the first time, seemed to be trying to please Lily, and sent Dudley to get the mail. This plan backfired, however, when Dudley's cry came.

"There's another one! 'Miss L. Potter, the smallest bedroom-"

Like lightning, Lily bounded out of her chair, Vernon on her heels. SHe tried to grab the letter from Dudley, but failed as her cousin bounded upstairs, followed by her uncle who wrestled him to the ground.

"Ahha!" He cried, wrenching the letter free from Dudley's grasp. "Lily! Goto your cupboard- I mean room! Dudley- just- just go."

Friday, Lily tried something new. It was obvious from her failed attempt to get to the mail before Vernone, who ended up sleeping right by the slot, that she had to get creative. Vernon had sealed the mail slot, forcing them all to get any deliveries through the windows. SO, naturally, Lily sat on her roof until she saw the mail arrive before climbing around and down, landing lightly outside the window- Right into the seething gaze of Vernon who seemed to be waiting right inside the window.

Saturday, things began to get very weird. At least 24 letters arrived, shoved inside of eggs, under the door, through window slots, and some even magically appeared inside Vernon's porridge.

But surprisingly, Vernon was in a cheery mood when Lily came down for breakfast Sunday morning. SHe took her usual seat at the table and pulled an orange towards herself, peeling it and eating a slice while Vernon smiled crazily.

"No post on Sundays," he said gleefully when he saw the questioning glances sent his way. "None of those damn letters today! Not one-"

And that's when it started. A letter zoomed in from the fireplace, hitting a piece of toast out of Dudley's hand. Within an instant, letters were zooming everywhere, flying at everything in sight, breaking the seals of the windows and door. Dudley ducked under the table with Petunia covering him, and Lily bent down, quickly grabbing one and shoving it into her sleeve before jumping around and trying to catch another.

"Out! OUT!" Vernon screamed. He grabbed Lily around the waist and threw her outside, quick to follow with Dudley and Petunia.

"That does it!" He said, pulling tufts of hair out of his mustache. "We're going. Now. You all have five minutes, take what you need and no more!"

Lily ran up to her room, the letter still shoved up her sleeve, and quickly assembled her meager belongings before taking a quick seat on her bed and pulling out the letter. Finally, finally, she had her letter. She broke the seal and pulled it out, skimming the content quickly.

Hogwarts School

Of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc. Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)

Dear Miss Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed list

of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than

July 31.

Yours Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

Lily gawked at the letter for a few moments. Wizards? She couldn't be- but she was just- but-

And then events started to flood back to her. THe time in first grade when she had made a girl, Kacey Johansson, fly five feet in the air because she was tugging on Lily's braids. The time where, when running from Dudley, she found herself standing on the roof of the school when she only meant to jump onto the trash can. Or that time when she had made her hair change colors to displease the blonde haired idiots of her second grade class, almost like magic.

Events, from the last ten years of her life, came flooding back to her in a megar minute. Instances where things had happened, things that shouldn't be able to happen. And then the most recent- the snake- it all just-

Lily was broken from her thoughts by a loud scream and bang from downstairs. She vaulted off her bed, still clutching the letter in one hand, and thundered down the stairs.

In the entrance of the house stood an older women, grey hair pulled back into a tight bun, and emerald green robes making her look as if she was from a different time.

Vernon and Petunia were standing a few feet away, stark in the face, a vase broken at their feet. Dudley came down the stairs right after Lily, stopping a step above her.

"Well that won't do, will it," the women said. She pulled out a thin, wooden stick and waved it, causing the pieces of broken vase to reform and fly itself back onto the table it had come from. "Ah," the women said, gazing towards where Lily stood gaping. "You must be Lily then. The resemblance to your father is uncanny. I see you have your letter, very good. All seems to be in order. I'll just explain a few things to your aunt and uncle here, and we'll be off."

Questions were flying through Lily's head so fast that she felt any minute her head would explode. Who was this woman? Was what she'd just done magic? Where did she mean by off? But instead of saying one of these, the only thing that came out of Lily's mouth was "You knew my father?"

Her voice was so small that it sounded almost foreign to her ears. The women's hard eyes softened at the sound of it and gave a small smile. "Yes, I knew your father. He was one of my students, as was your mother."

"Were they… you know…" Lily held up the parchment letter, still clutched tightly in her fist.

"Wizards? Yes, they were. As are you."

It was in this moment that Vernon seemed to find his voice, his purple face only adding to the affect as he bellowed, "ENOUGH!"

Unfazed, the women turned towards him and raised a single eyebrow. "Excuse me?" she asked calmly.

"She will not be going!" Vernon yelled. "We swore that we would put a stop to this… this... rubbish when we took her in!"

"Vernon, I take it," the women said after a slight pause. "Which would make you Petunia. Oh yes, Lily talked a lot about you."

For a moment, Lily was confused at what the older women meant, before realizing she was probably referring to her mother.

The women looked at the two for a few more moments before turning back to Lily.

"I take it you've realized what you are?" she asked. Lily nodded mutely, still trying to take it all in. "Alright then, we best be off. Do you need time to pack? We won't be coming back here for a bit, I'm afraid."

Still silently, Lily shook her head. "I-I have my stuff upstairs," she uttered finally. "Should I… should I go grab it?"

"Indeed. I'll wait here."

Eyes still wide, Lily turned, Dudley jumping out of her way as she ran up the stairs and into her bare room, grabbing the tiny duffle off her bed and running back downstairs to meet a ashen faced Petunia and purple Vernon, screaming at the lady.

"-then she met that Potter at school and they left and got married and had her," Petunia was spatting, "and I knew she'd be just as strange, just as- as abnormal- and then, if you please, they went and got themselves blown up! And we got landed with her."

Lily knew they were talking about her, but the only thing she could say was, "Blown up? You told me my parents died in a car crash!"
The lady scoffed. "Like a car crash could kill Lily and James Potter. I told Albus the very night we left Lily with you fools that you wouldn't care for her, that you would probably not even tell her her own story. And I was right, wasn't I. Nine years later and you've abused the poor girl, misfed her, and she has no idea of the truth when everyone in our world knows who she is!"

"Why?" Lily asked, confused as to what the women meant.

"It doesn't matter now. What matters is that we're leaving." She pulled open the door and ushered Lily through, leaving a seething Dursley family in their wake.

The women brought Lily to a car where she ushered her in to the front before getting into the driver's seat and speeding away from the house.

"You must have a million questions," the women said shortly, "so ask away."

"Who are you?" Lily blurted out, stopping herself from exchanging the 'who' with 'what'.

"My name is Minerva McGonagall, but you can simply call me professor McGonagall. I teach Transfiguration at Hogwarts."

"What's 'Transfiguration'?"

"It's the art of changing one thing into another." Professor McGonagall turned the car onto another street, changing the view from lines of houses to a busy street.

"Where are we going?" Lily asked, pushing herself up against the window.

"London. You need supplies for school."
"Can you get all of this in London?" Lily asked, gesturing to the supply list on her lap.

"Of course."

The rest of the ride only took about twenty minutes during which, Lily stared out at the changing scenery around her. Other than the spontaneous trip to the zoo, Lily only went out of the house to go running or to the zoo. It was weird, seeing the rows of houses change to the bustling streets of London.

Professor McGonagall stopped the car in front of a small record store and a bookshop, with what looked like a tiny sliver of a place between. Passer's eyes seemed to slide right over it, as if it didn't exist.

"Here we are," McGonagall said, getting out of the car. Lily hurried to follow, grabbing her letter as she went.

"Professor," Lily said, trying to keep pace with the taller woman, "how am I going to afford this?" she brandished the letter and supply list.

"That shouldn't be a problem. To my knowledge, your parents left you money when they died."

Inside the pub was loud and bright. People were mulling about, paying no mind to Lily and the Professor.

McGonagall, all business, walked straight to the back and through a door, not waiting for Lily to follow. When Lily did manage to emerge from the door, Professor McGonagall was waiting impatiently in front of a brick wall.

"What are we doing back here?" Lily asked, staring around the back alley.

"Three up… two across… Alright here we go," she said instead of answering. Lily swiveled her head to look at the wall, but the bricks were movinging, almost melting out of the way.

"What the-"

"Language, Miss Potter," McGonagall said mildly. "Now let's go. We have business to get done."