Sorry I didn't write yesterday, the computer smashed. On the 10th of January, I'm going away for four/five days so I won't be able to update. I'll definitely post another chapter tomorrow, though. A thousand blessings on my brilliant reviewers who all participated in my poll, Should the next chapter be about James's acceptance letter :

opungo – Partial James

Ruby89- No

Aliki- Yes

Idon'twriteonthissiteowell- Partial James

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lilalex13- Yes.

I conclude that this chapter shall be partially about James's letter and partially of Lily.

A rather short boy with curly strawberry blond hair and blue eyes sauntered casually through James's bedroom door. He made a beeline to James's four-poster bed and shook the boy in question awake.

"What?" James groaned sitting up in bed and glaring at his older brother, Harry.

"An owl came this morning," Harry informed him.

"So?" asked James, collapsing back down.

"The owl… had… a letter… for you…" Harry drew it out slowly so there could be no mistake.

Silence…

"The letter had the Hogwarts crest on it," Harry said mildly before leaving the room, "Mum's crying her eyes out!"

James shot out of his bed "Omigod!" he squealed girlishly as he raced down a grand staircase, through corridors and into the kitchen.

Mrs Potter was slumped over the huge kitchen table, sobbing as if her heart would break. Mr Potter was giving orders to an old house elf who kept shooting frightened glances at her mistress. The youngest member of the Potter household, Ophelia Potter, a breathtakingly beautiful girl with curly black hair and deep blue eyes was trying to console her tearful mother.

"I'm so happy!" Mrs Potter wailed loudly.

Ophelia looked up in despair as James entered the room. A tall boy with messy black hair and hazel eyes, he would be able to do what she could not.

"Mum, James…" she began before her mother threw herself at James.

"Mum, calm down," he said awkwardly, patting her back as she sobbed into his shoulder.

"Yes, calm down," she said slowly straightening and wiping away her tears, her eyes almost as red as her hair.

Harry smirked at James, and he resisted the childish urge to stick his tongue out.

Ophelia bustled over carrying a small glass of oak matured mead.

Mrs Potter gulped it down and her breaths rapidly slowed down.

Mr Potter came over and put his arm around James, "Congratulation James. I'll get your stuff before I go to the Ministry. I'll inform Dumbledore that you're going." He finally gave James the letter.

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Lily Evans sighed as she began washing the dishes. The water made her skin wrinkle like prunes and the soapy suds stuck to her hands. After all the dishes were sparkling clean, she began drying them with a clean cloth.

A sudden bang caused Lily to drop the rather expensive china plate she was holding, and she stared at the shattered remains in despair. She turned to get the dustpan and brush, and stopped in disbelief. In the center of the kitchen stood an old man with a long silver beard in what looked like a blue dress with a matching pointy hat.

The man dusted off some imaginary dust before looking at Lily.

"Oh I'm dreadfully sorry my dear," he said, pulling out a stick and pointing it at the china. Lily jumped out of the way wondering what the man (obviously mad) was going to do. She was amazed to see the pieces assemble themselves together until a whole china plate stared at her.

The man glanced at her stunned face and sighed, "Please take a seat," he said offering her, her own sofa, "I think we'd better talk…"

Yay! Lily meets Dumbledore! PLEASE REVIEW-

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P.S. Huggles to all!!!!!