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Lily's POV

Honestly, how could I ever believe it could be true? Sometimes I can be really stupid, you know? How could I even consider it, seriously?

It's been two days since we sent the owl with the letter (owl with letter – that just sounds wrong). Two days and we still didn't receive anything back.

Of course my family still pretends they believe it will come, but I can see deep into their eyes that they are as ashamed as I am for believing such a stupid thing. I bet that somewhere out there is someone still having a laugh because of us.

Actually, the only one who still searching the skies for the damn bird in Henry. Well, he's always been a believer, right?

God, I can't even concentrate on the stupid book I'm trying to read. And I can't believe I just called my book stupid. Something's really wrong with me.

Well… it really is, isn't it? Owl's letter apart, there is something else just as pressing that's really bothering me. I recently found out that my best friend, Elizabeth (she better not catch anyone call her that though. She's been going by Bessie ever since we were five) is actually going to a different school from me next year. And it's not even in the same city.

I seriously don't know how I'll handle things without here. We have been glued by the hip ever since we were born, being our mothers best-friends and all, and her being the same age as me. We did everything together, her house was like my own house, and my house was hers.

She even started swimming as a sport even though she hated it just because I had a crush on the captain! She's that kind of friend! Although in that one special case, it turned out that her black hair and eyes were more his type than my red hair. Still, it's the thought that counts!

"You've been looking at the same line for the last fifteen minutes, do you realise that?" Someone spoke from my door.

Although I could pretty much recognise the voice without turning, I still did so, smiling at said best-friend that was leaving me. "I know, I know."

"Jesus, it's not like I'm changing countries! I'll be back for Christmas!"

"Like it will ever be the same! Why would you not go to my school?"

"My parents want me to go to this school." Take note on how, although she isn't technically lying, I can tell there's more to the story that what she's letting on. I can also tell how she's dying to go to said school which name she won't even tell me.

"Christmas, you promise?"

She smile, sitting next to me on my bed. "Yes."

"With extra presents?"

"Of course."

"Extra-extra presents?"

"Lily, you're pushing it."

I laughed. "As long as you bring me one expensive one, I'll be happy".

She started laughing too, ruffling my hair like she has been doing for ages. See, although we're the same age, she's always been bigger than me and over protective too. It was going to be really hard to be away from her.

The thing I liked to do the most when I wanted to regain my spirits was to walk to the park near my house. Yes, the one where the own attacked me. Nop, not scared at all. Henry swore that they are keeping all the owls away from there.

There was this one special tree that I loved. Actually, it was commonly known as my tree by everyone that came to this park. No one dared steal it.

Well, until today. Because today, there was the biggest family ever sitting under my tree. MY FREAKING TREE.

Calm down Lily, it's okay. It's just a tree. You'll just have to seat on the tree opposite that one. The one where the sun doesn't hit as warmly and perfectly as in your tree. But it's okay. It's all okay.

If the family wasn't like… wait, let me count… fourteen people? Ha. Ha. Ha. Better not mess with them. They can have it. For today.

I'm supposing the old couple must be the grandparents. Then there are… eight, eight people I think, that must be around forty, forty-something maybe? And then there are four kids, my age I think. Well, around it anyway.

Most of them have red hair. I could totally fit in. Not really; mine's kinda red, red. Theirs is more like ginger.

One of the kids – one that is not ginger, but actually has dark messy hair – was putting a spider on the shoulder of one of the older gingers.

AH! That was funny. The old man started screaming and jumping around until a brunette came and took the spider off of him. And then they kissed. Gross.

I spent most of the morning just watching them quietly. It was quite a fun family, I'll give them that. By the time I went back home, my sister Petunia was going crazy about the fact that our mother had invited her boyfriend to have dinner with us that day.

Poor bloke. Dad was going to kill him.

"At the park 'till now? Mum was worried! Going out without saying anything? And you're too young to go to the park by yourself young lady!"

"Calm down, Petunia. I'm here, I'm okay. No harm done."

"Hey, bookworm! Breaking rules again?"

"I already told you not to call her that Henry!"

Petunia was really nervous. Even screaming at me, she never does that! She always screams at Henry!

"Look, an owl!" Henry said suddenly looking behind me and Pet.

"Don't try to change the subject by telling me there's an owl coming. I'm not that stupid!" Pet said.

"I'm not trying to change the subject! Look!"

"I know you too well, Henry. I've known you for fourteen years! Now, apologise to Lily!"

If Henry thinks he'll escape from apologising to me, he's certainly wrong. Petunia is not an easy person.

You know that moment when you feel something landing on your shoulder after your brother tells you there's an owl coming and you just freeze, scared to even look and make sure of what it is?

This is that. Until, of course, I started screaming.

"Lily! Shut it! You'll fright the bird!"

"I'll fright the bird? Me? ME? Henry, I think you're seeing it the wrong way!"

"If you don't shut up the entire neighbourhood will be here in a second to see what's wrong!" Pet said, trying to cover my mouth.

"And I won't be able to get the owl!"

Henry was pretty effective with his sentence. I managed to leave my screams for later on. I wanted the bird off my shoulder, fast!

"There, see?" Henry said, with the owl on his hand. He took the letter from it and the damn bird flew away.

"Get in the house you two, now!" Pet said, and we did so.

When we got in, my mother was coming in our direction, with my father right behind her. "Why was Lily screaming?" she asked.

"The owl, mum. It came." Henry said.

"Finally!" My father said, stepping forward. "Well, what are you waiting for? Read it!"

"No!" I screamed. "Read it to you. Just tell me if it was a joke."

"Okay." Henry said, not seeming at all fazed by this. He just ripped it open with no such thing as feelings and read it.

After a few moments Henry looked up. He just looked up, and didn't say anything for the longest time.

"You're kind of slow today, aren't you?" Per said at last. "Come on! Tell us!"

"I think… it's true."

The rest of the afternoon was spent planning when we would go buy my supplies. Yes, my supplies. Things that include robes, a freaking wand and other magical things, 'cause, you know, I'm magical.

Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Lily Evans, witch extraordinaire, going to Howats—wait, no, Hogwarts, yup, Hogwarts.

I'm a witch. A w-i-t-c-h. And the only thing they ask in return for teaching me magic is that we keep this hidden from the rest of the non-magical community.

Sorry Bessie, I promise I'll tell you one day! With extra-extra presents!

Only my parents and I went to by the supplies, no matter how much Henry begged to come with. We got in this… bar, if you can call it that. At the beginning my parents couldn't see it. I had to show it to them. Well, that must be because they aren't wizards (haha!).

"Hello, I'm Tom. What can I help you with?"

"Well, hello there Tom. I'm Joseph Evans, and we are here to buy my daughter's school supplies." My father is really brave. I'm proud. I was creped out, and I'm supposed to be a witch.

"Oh! You're muggles" Mug… what?

"Excuse me, what are mugges?"

"Not mugges, muggles. It's the name used to call non-magical persons. Now, supplies you said? Going to Hogwarts?"

Creepy man. Really.

"Yes, my daughter, Lily, is going to Hogwarts," my mother said proudly.

"Well, I should lead you to Diagon Alley. Follow me."

We walked 'till the end of the bar, where we stopped in front of a wall. The man must be off his rockers! How are we supposed to walk through a wall?

That's when he takes this stick (a real wand?!) out of his pocket and touches the wall with it. Suddenly, there's a hole on the wall, that just opened by itself! Really, I love magic.

"Well, here we are. You might want to go to Gringotts first to change your money. Have fun!" Tom said to us.

We walk trough the alley until we got to this Gringotts, which I'm guessing is the wizards' bank. "Well, since you're the witch you should know your money," my father said showing me some coins. "This is a galleon, this is a sickle and this is a knut."

Like I'll remember it 'cause you told me once dad.

After Flourish and Blotts, Madam Malkin's Robes, Magical Menagerie (got a cat. So cute! All black with a white spot on the nose!), we finally went to find Ollivanders to get my wand. I'll say it once again: my wand.

On our way we passed by this store, called Weasley's Wizard Wheezes and guess who I saw! Two twins red haired men that were with the big family from the park! They are actually wizards too! The Weasleys!

As soon as we stepped into Ollivander's, the oldest man ever appeared. He looked at me and seemed confused. "Ms Evans? But it can't be! It's impossible!"

How does he know me? Weird dude.

"Excuse me sir, how do you know who I am?"

"Maybe the prophecy is really taking course. It's the only suitable reason". He simply ignored and went on talking to himself. Nuts. Totally crazy.

"Sir? Could you explain me what you're saying?"

He finally seemed to remember we were there. He looked at me and said, with a smile: "You'll find out in time. Now, I know exactly which wand will suit you better." And he just walked to the back of the store, coming out not even one minute after.

"This wand has a size of 10 1/4", it's made or willow, its core is Thestrals hair. There's only one more like that one, and the owner of it was exactly like yourself."

"How do you know she was exactly like me?" I asked him. It seemed to me that it was a bit weird that he knew she was exactly like me if he only met me now.

"Well, she was also a lot curious!" he said to me.

I smiled at that, holding the want in my hand and feeling right away some sort of connection with it. "Yes, I think it's perfect for me." I said. "How is the owner of the other wand?"

"She was really brave, that I can tell you. She died to save her son."

"I guess she was."

My father paid for the wand and we walked out of the store. I was curious about that other girl. I'll have to try and found some more stuff about her, I thought. And that's when I remembered, I didn't know her name.

August flew by, and the 1st September was on me in no time. I had time to read all of my school books, and some others to get to know the wizarding world better, like "Hogwarts, a History".

On the day of my departure, I woke up at six o'clock. I'm not kidding, the train was only leaving at eleven, and I was up at six!

Everything was packed and ready to go. The only thing I still had to do was grab Storm-night (my cat) and go. Easy, easy. No way I could kill hours by doing that. So I just did what I do best; I read some more.

"Already here Lily?", it was my brother. "Reading, of course!", he added when he saw the book on my hand. I put it back neatly inside my trunk and turned to him.

"I'm nervous. I don't know anyone in there. I don't know how I'll do it. I don't know if I want to do it!"

"Don't say nonsense, Lily. You'll go there, between that bunches of wizards, and show them how magic is done. Don't worry, you will be the best! You're a bookworm!"

"Thank you, Henry. Really."

"Sure thing little pet. I believe in you, so just do your best."

Some time later my parents decided to get up, and before I knew it was time to leave.

Platform 9 3/4? Did not exist, apparently. How am I supposed to get to the school if I can't find the train?

I started hyperventilating, which is never good. Henry quickly took my hand and whispered, "Don't worry, we'll find it". I just smiled up at him.

And that's when I saw them. The brushy brunette woman from the park, her red haired husband (the one who is scared of spiders) and the girl that was about my age, which was also at the park.

I followed them, my family on my track.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" I said while they got closer to the 9th platform.

"Yes?" she said, politely.

"Could you tell me how to get to the 9 ¾ platform?" I was really hoping she would know. The twins were wizards after all.

The woman looked at me for a while, than stopped at my eyes.

"You're muggle-born? Hogwarts first year?" she asked.

"Yes…" I said, afraid she would have something against muggle-borns. I read that some wizards, who call themselves purebloods don't like people like me. I just hoped she wasn't one too.

"Oh! I'm also muggle-born! Of course I can tell you. I'm Hermione Granger-Weasley. This is my husband Ron and this is my daughter Lindsay. She's also going to Hogwarts, first year." Oh my god, more muggle-borns! Older, happy in the wizard world muggle-borns!

"Hello. I'm Joseph," my father said to the woman. "This is my wife Marie, my daughter Petunia, my son Henry and my youngest daughter…"

I finished his presentation.

"Lily Evans."

Hermione POV

"Lily Evans."

God, I can't believe it. First the eyes which were exactly like Harry's. Now the name. This girl is the exact copy of Harry's mother! Even her sister's name is Petunia! I have to tell Harry. This is weird.

"Well, you just have to walk straight trough the wall."

Lily POV

"Well, you just have to walk straight trough the wall," the woman, Hermione, said.

The wall? Is she crazy?

"I know it seems impossible. I thought that the first time I went through it too."

"Hermione, why don't we go first? Then Lindsay can go with her," the man, Ron, said.

They turned and just went through the wall. They actually… crossed? Is that the right word? It's like that solid wall wasn't even there.

I turned to my family saying goodbye, hugging then for the last time. My brother's sense of humour was not lost even now.

"Sends us some owl's mail!"

I just glared at him

"Should we go?" the girl, Lindsay asked me.

Here I come!