AN: I'm thinking about starting a fanfic about when James/Sirius/Lupin/etc were in school, and I kinda like that idea better than this one. However, I'm not exactly sure where I'm going to go with this one yet (like, I know the general idea but not many specifics), so my opinion might change.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything, okay?

Chapter 3: Shocked

When she woke up the next morning and remembered where she was, Lily groaned to herself.

I got so caught up in writing to Scorpius that I forgot about homework!

Happy that the first day at the Muggle school hadn't made her end up with too much homework, Lily started reading the first chapter of her history book.

Good thing I'm used to getting up early for Quidditch, she thought.

She had finished her reading and maths by the time she came down for breakfast.

"Morning Auntie!" Lily's aunt looked up with a smile.

"Morning Lily! You're up early!"

"Yes, I'm used to getting up early for, er…" It had occurred to Lily that since they were Muggles, her aunt and uncle might not know about Quidditch. "…a game, yeah, a game we play on broomsticks."

"D'you mean Quidditch?" Lily's uncle grunted, not looking up from his newspaper.

"Er… well, yeah," replied Lily, perplexed.

"Just because we're 'muggles' doesn't mean we're oblivious, dear," said Lily's aunt, chuckling, "Hermione has told us about it. Your father was a seeker, you know. What position do you play?"

"I'm a seeker too."

"Oh, that's lovely dear. Now eat your breakfast and finish your reading for…" she glanced at the book in Lily's hands, while Lily blushed, "English. Anything after that?"

"No," Lily replied, cheeks still slightly pink.

At school she endured the same whisperings as the day before. But today, instead of sitting at lunch alone, she marched up to Jessica and her friends, determined to find out more about this J. K. Rowling person.

"Oh, it's the fake witch, I see," remarked Gina snobbily, "Trying to get in with the popular girls."

"Actually, I don't care if you're popular or not," replied Lily, smirking at Gina's surprised face, "I just want to know all about how Muggles know about wizards."

"Well, it's quite simple, really," interjected Elle, "J. K. Rowling wrote a book, passed it off as fiction, it became a best seller."

"But how did she find out?" asked Lily, almost pleading.

"No clue," said Jessica, "We're not stalkers or anything."

After lunch, Lily walked off, feeling thoroughly upset. All she knew now was that J. K. Rowling's books had been sold worldwide and consequently, almost all muggles knew about wizards.

Lily went through the rest of her day in a kind of stupor, not noticing the whispers and only talking when a teacher asked her a question.

I have to find J. K. Rowling, she thought, and soon!

When she got home, Lily rushed upstairs to her room, not even greeting her aunt and uncle.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Sonalie, her owl, perched in her cage.

"Sona! A letter from mum and dad?" Sonalie just hooted in response.

Setting down her things, Lily rushed over to her owl and untied a rather large roll of parchment. As she started reading, her eyes widened and her mouth opened in disbelief.

Dear Lily,

We never meant you to find out about this. This is why it was so hard to get Ministry to send Hogwarts students to Muggle schools on sabbatical – fear that the whole wizarding world would find out and there would be mass Muggle murders. I suppose we should tell you the story from the beginning. You see, it was because of your father that J. K. Rowling found out about wizards…

AN: Haha! Good ending, eh? I'd write more, but a) it's too good of a cliffhanger to get rid of, and b) I'm not exactly sure what to put next.