CHAPTER 2 - The Freak
11 year old Lily Evans sat at the dining table eating breakfast, ignoring the stony and murderous glare her older sister kept shooting her way. Her father, a stocky, red haired man, sat next to her, sifting through the mail. Her mother, who had blonde hair and brilliant green eyes, was standing at the counter, making homemade orange juice. There were dull, repetitive thunks as her father dropped the envelopes, dismissing the junk mail. After a few moments, David Evans wordlessly handed Lily a thick, heavy envelope. On the outside, words were written in emerald green ink, the color of her eyes. It said,
Lily Maria Evans
35 Swallow Court, Blue Heron Street
The Kitchen
She simply stared at it, how could it know where she was at that exact moment, like magic. Like magic! This was the letter from that school that Sev was talking about it! With shaking fingers, she traced her name, scared that if she opened it, it might say she wasn't allowed to go. Suddenly, it was gone. Petunia had snatched it from her fingers and was looking at it with disdain.
"Hey! Give that back!" Lily cried as she groped for the letter across the table.
"This is the weirdest letter ever." Petunia exclaimed, about to unseal the envelope. "GIVE IT BACK!"
"Now girls, calm down. Petunia, give Lily the letter." Said Maria Evans in a firm tone.
Grumbling, Petunia obeyed her mother. With trembling fingers, Lily opened the envelope and read the letter. Her eyes kept coming back to one sentence, "Congratulations. You have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
"Mum, dad, I got in! I got in."
They simply looked on with confusion as Lily read them the letter and told them what Sev had told her when she was nine, about her being a witch. Her mother hugged Lily to her chest, tears of joy pooling in her eyes while her father beamed with pride.
"Of course," thought Petunia "Lily, the perfect daughter, is a witch."
"Freak" she hissed under her breath, to low for her parents to hear.
Lily's eyes stung with tears as the harsh cruel, word stung her; coming venomously from her older sister's mouth.
"Was this it?" she thought as her father and mother animatedly asked her questions,
"Was this what would break Petunia and me apart?" She gazed longingly at her sister as she stormed out of the kitchen. Lily soon quietly excused herself from her parents and trudged upstairs to her room, where she shed the tears that had threatened to pour thickly down her face in front of her parents.
"I'm sorry Petunia." she thought as her mother called her downstairs, excitedly asking her where they could buy cauldrons and a wand.
Petunia watched from the living room as her parents embraced her sister. Oh, how she wished they could go back to all those years ago when they were innocent sisters who loved each other. But that was before Lily became a freak. With that thought. she turned on her heel and ran to her room, intending to get as far as possible from that FREAK!