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"That awkward moment when you walk out of your room in your pajamas and your messy bed-hair and there is a guest in you house."

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The summer passed by quicker than usual for Petunia but every second of it was simply marvelous. She couldn't recall the last time she'd ever been so relaxed, so happy. It was almost a new feeling.

And Lily, too. Petunia made sure to spend even more time with Lily and the sisters were even closer then before. She wouldn't let anything ruin their relationship again. Not herself, not old Bumblebee, and not even this dark lord Vol-wart. Or was it mold-short?

Honestly, these magical people came up with the strangest things, Petunia mused. Exactly what kind of name was Vol-wart?

She looked down at the card she and Lily were making for their father's birthday. Well, more like Petunia had made. Lily seemed satisfied in just the coloring so Petunia had designed and written the card.

"Tuney, should we make it sing?" Lily's eyes sparkled excitedly. Since summer had started the two girls had been practicing their 'superpowers'.

Lily had agreed because she expected to be the next WonderWoman (Petunia would remember to hold this memory for blackmail. She made sure to take a few pictures of the costume Lily had made Iris make) and Petunia had decided to practice in order to prepare for what was coming.

"Tuney? Should we?"

Petunia shook herself out of her thoughts. "Ok, but only singing. And it has to be good singing. None of that banshee screaming thing you made for father's day."

Lily flushed red. "That was an accident! I was trying to make it into a chorus!"

Petunia snorted. "I don't know what you consider a chorus but that wasn't-"

A scream echoed though the house and crashes followed after it. Petunia paled and the horrific thought that it had finally started ran through her mind. She jumped up and was out the door, down the steps, and in the kitchen before Lily had even made it to the staircase.

"Mum! Mum?!"

Petunia blinked in shock. Instead of the figures in dark cloaks she'd been expecting (she still remembered to this day how they'd come after her just because she was the famed Lily Potter's sister. Luckily Lily's friends had made it on time and she hadn't been captured. But the plans they'd had for her...) her mother was cowering on the far side of the kitchen as two owls hit the kitchen window in an attempt to get in.

Petunia didn't fail to notice that they had letters in their talons. Letters. As in plural, more than one.

The blonde girl quickly pushed away the faint tendril of excitement that curled through her and went to help Lily console her mother.

Iris Evans looked somewhat faint and pale as her daughters helped her up to a stool near the kitchen island.

"My God, they just appeared out of nowhere! Just hit the window hard and near gave me a heart attack!

The red-haired woman was quickly gaining a healthy coloring to her face as well as her famous temper that, unfortunately for Harold, both her daughters inherited.

"What on earth is wrong with them?! I nearly cut my hand off!" She gestured toward the cutting board where she'd been cutting the chicken they were to have for dinner.

"Mum. Mum! Look its got a letter! They've both got letters!" Lily exclaimed excitedly.

Petunia could practically see the wheels turning in her sister's head.

"Oh! Oh! I bet they've come for us Petunia!" This particular bit of news clearly pleased the young red-head.

And sent her older sister into a bout of hysterical laughter.

Iris stared at her youngest child as if she had two heads instead of the normal one. "Who has come for you and Petunia, Lily? Do I need to remind you not to talk to strangers again?"

Petunia snickered as she calmed down from the case of the giggles she'd just had. Lily turned to glare at her.

"You promised you wouldn't say anything!" Petunia's snickering turned into full blown laughter once again.

"It-snort- snicker- It wasn't me. Mrs. Patterson from next door saw you and told mum."

"And you can guess how surprised I was when I heard that particular piece of gossip." Iris said raising an eyebrow.

Lily turned redder. "Muuuum! Please don't talk about that again. Or ever."

Iris smirked. "I will. If you tell me who is coming for you and Petunia."

Lily looked away shiftily. "No one in particular."

Petunia plastered a completely serious expression on her face.

"She thinks we're superheroes and that the Justice League is coming to recruit us."

"Tuney! You can't tell the anyone! You know that!"

Deciding to play along Iris frowned. "I'd think that as your mother I shouldn't be placed as a 'no one'. And why exactly would you not be able to tell anyone?"

Lily sighed. "Well I suppose since Petunia already told you, it doesn't matter. We aren't supposed to tell anyone so we can maintain our normal life while also being masked vigilantes."

Iris clearly wanted to laugh but was visibly stopping herself so she wouldn't hurt her daughter.

"Lily, darling, don't you think tha-"

BAM! A loud sound came from the living room and the three females immediately ran towards the said room.

Petunia looked around closely and there seemed to be nothing amiss. But what had that sound been?

"Look! The owls are in the fireplace!"

"They must've come through the chimney." Petunia said as Lily tried to run towards the birds. Unfortunately for her, Iris swooped down and grabbed her around the waist.

"Don't touch them Lily! They could be dangerous."

Lily pouted and was about to reply when both owls leapt into the air dropped a letter into the girls' laps and gave them a ruffled look and an annoyed hoot before flying back up the chimney,

Iris blinked. "What- what just happened?"

Lily decided this was a good time to open the letter before her mother tried to stop her.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confederation of wizards)

Dear Miss Lily Evans,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You will find an enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment. The term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress.

Right under this, Lily found another piece of parchment.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First year students will require:

- Three sets of plain work robes (black)

- One plain pointed hat for day wear (black)

- One pair of of protective gloves (Perhaps Dragon hide)

- One winter cloak (black)

Please note that students' belongings should carry name tags

SCHOOL BOOKS

First year students should have a copy of each of the following:

- The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk

- A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

- Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

- A Beginners' Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

- One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

- Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

- Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

- The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

- 1 Wand

- 1 Cauldron

- 1 Set of glass of crystal phials

- 1 Telescope

- 1 Set brass scales

Note:

*Students may also bring an owl or a cat or a toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS.

The two sisters looked at each other wide-eyed, one in wonder and awe the other in excitement and a slight bit of fear.

Lily spoke first. "Tunia! The boy in the park! He was right!"

The blonde-haired girl blinked. Boy at the par- Snape?

She'd actually forgotten about him and a small part of her felt guilty, remembering the happy smile he'd given from just a wave.

And because of the fact that she'd already turned 11 and no letter had come... She hadn't expected this. It was probably because they were going to be in the same year. She made sure to ignore the excited part of her that was jumping up and down in glee.

"Oh no." Iris immediately shook her head. "There is no way any of this can be true, sweethearts, I'm so sorry."

Petunia didn't bother trying to argue with her as she knew one of the professors from the school would turn up to introduce Lily-well, now Lily and Petunia- to the wizarding world.

Lily on the other hand pouted, tossing her hair back in preparation of the massive shouting match that was sure to follow if she defied her mother.

"Mu-" Riiing Riiing! The doorbell this time. Petunia thought. It was definitely dad though.

Iris, obviously thinking the same thing, rushed to the doorway.

"Hello, Harold. Dinner'll be a little late today. Be a dear and try to convince Lily that this magic thing isn't real, will you?"

With that the red-haired woman disappeared into the kitchen, leaving behind an incredibly confused husband.

Shaking his head at his wife's antics, Harold first poked his head into the kitchen where his wife was cooking up a storm and then checked the living room where he saw his two princesses sitting side by side looking at what looked like some letters.

"Girls, what is going on? Your mother seemed quite concerned."

Lily positively beamed. "Look dad! One of the best schools in the country (she ignored Petunia's snort) has accepted Tuney and I."

Harold's eye brows practically shot off his head as he read the letters Lily gave then at the one Petunia had. They were practically the same except one said Petunia's name and the other Lily's.

He'd heard of stories of mischief makers that played tricks like this on unsuspecting civilians all the time and shook his head emphatically.

"Petunia, Lily. I'm sorry sweethearts but this is just a trick played by some very mean people."

Lily visibly deflated as she sat back down. "But, dad, what about our superpowers?"

Harold kissed her forehead. "It's because you are both very, very special girls."

And here he looked at them carefully. "I do hope that neither of you told anyone about your abilities."

Petunia shook her head. "No, dad. We didn't."

Harold stood up and pulled the girls up as well. "Well, then. Its settled. Shall we go to the dining room? I expect your mother has a lovely dinner waiting for us."

Lily hid her disappointed look and nodded, pulling Petunia along as she walked into the dining room.

Harold kissed his wife on the cheek. "The food looks lovely, my dear. Come sit down and eat."

His wife gave him a smile as she sat down.

"Eat up girls. Tomorrow we have a-"

Knock. Knock.

Harold and Iris eyed each other confusedly. "Harold where you expecting anyone?"

The blonde man shook his head. "No. I gather you weren't either?"

She shook her head as she got up to open the door.

Lily made to get up and follow her mother but a look from her father made her sit back down.

Petunia strained to hear what was being said. She could hear another woman's voice but couldn't make out what they were saying.

Suddenly her mother walked in with an oddly dressed woman in tow. Neither Petunia nor Lily missed the shocked expressions on their mother's face and the exchanged worried glances.

"Mr. Evans, I assume?" Harold nodded standing up politely though her eyed her dress curiously.

"And you are?"

"My name is Minerva McGonagall. Are these your daughters?"

"Yes, they are. Is there a problem?"

"Of course not, Mr. Evans, Mrs. Evans. I am sorry to interrupt your meal but I am on a tight schedule today. May we take this to the living room?"

Clearly dismissing the shorter woman as not much of a threat, Harold nodded and moved his family and the woman into the living room where the sat across from the odd woman.

"I am a representative of an exclusive school in Scotland for gifted children and we have extended an invitations for both of your daughters to attend. I'm sure you've already received your letters."

Lily leapt up excitedly and Harold looked curious but Iris put her foot down and sat her daughter down with a single glare.

"Now look here, Mrs. McGonagall. You mean to tell me that you tracked us down just tell us about this- this magical school, Pigfart, of yours and you truly expect us to believe you?"

Petunia and Harold had to hold back thier laughter at Iris's indignant look and Lily's hopeful one.

Mrs. McGonagall looked like she didn't know whether to be amused or insulted.

"I believe what my wife means to say is that well we've never heard of this-" He looked down at the letter Petunia had grabbed from the kitchen counter. "-Hogwarts. And well this magic business seems a bit fishy."

Minerva McGonagall gave them a wry smile. "Yes, you wouldn't have heard of it. You see, Hogwarts is a school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am a witch and so are your daughters."

Lily spoke up wide-eyed. "You mean Witchcraft- like magic? Real magic?"

Petunia couldn't help the frisson of excitement that raced through her as she Lily watched the woman carefully.

Harold frowned. "Now hold on here. I think that you've done enough. I believe its time for you to leave, Mrs. McGonagall."

Iris nodded frowning disapprovingly at the woman in front of her.

"Please, Mr. and Mrs. Evans. I know its hard to believe. But perhaps a demonstration will help..."

To Petunia's amazement she procured a wand from the long sleeve of her robe.

"A.. wand?" Iris looked skeptical. She was sure that this was a prank.

"Yes. Now... Perhaps a simple transfiguration spell?"

"Transfiguration? What is that Mrs. McGonagall?" Lily asked curiously.

"It is a branch of magic that focuses on the alteration of the form or appearance of an object."

Both Lily and Petunia leaned forward, intrigued.

Imagine, Petunia thought, having the ability to transform one thing into another!

It was a mind-boggling thought.

Iris and Harold exchanged glances. If the woman brought any equipment it would have obviously been a trick but... she seemed to have nothing on her but her wand and she most definitely hadn't been to their house to set up anything.

McGonagall waved her wand at the cup Harold was holding and muttered what sound like pig latin. Suddenly the cup changed into a mewling kitten, startling Harold who dropped it on the floor a yell.

Lily clapped excitedly and Petunia watched avidly as McGonagall then jabbed her wand at the kitten and turned it back into a cup then waved it in a semi-circular way and made the cup began floating in the air settling next to the shocked Iris.

"But... but how?" Harold spluttered.

"Magic of course. How else?"

"Thats amazing!" Lily exclaimed excitedly. "Do you think Petunia and I could do that?"

McGonagall nodded smiling down a the young red-head. "Most definietly. As the Deputy headmistress and Transfiguration Professor you shall be learning from me."

"So you're saying that Petunia and Lily are able to do all that and more at this school of yours?" Iris asked, recovering slightly.

"Oh yes, with the approriate training of course."

Harold nodded. "May I ask how exactly you know who is a witch and who isn't?"

"We have very ancient spells that detect and write down all magical births on the shores of Britain. Not to mention haven't you ever odd things happening around your girls?"

Iris and Harold exchanged glances and nodded. "Yes, they do very impressive things with their abilities. I... just never thought of anyone else having the ability let alone a whole community."

McGonagall nodded then frowned thoughtfully. "May I ask what you mean that they do impressive things? Don't they merely have accidental magic?"

Before Petunia could stop her Lily jumped in excitedly. "We can make things fly in the air and we can fly too! And right now we're making a card that sings and changes colors for dad's birthday!"

She clapped her hands over mouth."Oh! Sorry Tuney! I didn't mean to tell about the card."

Petunia eyed McGonagall's shocked expression and sighed. Lily knew not to tell anyone about their abilities but probably it would be fine to tell McGonagall because of her affiliations with the magical community.

She'd hoped to keep their more advanced abilities hidden.

Harold looked at the astonished look on McGonagall's face and raised an eyebrow, "Is everything OK? Mrs. McGonagall? You seemed shocked."

"That- that sort of control is impossible!" She seemed to be grasping for an explanation.

"How on earth did you manage to control your magic at such a young age?" The astonished look coudn't seem to move off her face.

Iris frowned. "What do you mean? Can't other magical people do this?"

McGonagall shook herself out of the shock and went back into business mode.

"It is incredibly difficult to control your magic until it matures. Children often have unpredictable bursts of accidental magic until around the ages of 11- 12 which is when it becomes easier to control. That is why Wizarding school starts at 11. "

"About that, why didn't I get my letter when I turned 11." Petunia asked curiously.

The professor turned towards her. "Ah, Petunia is it?" The blonde girl nodded.

"Your birthday is Sept. 11 which is just after the term had already started. Unfortunately, Hogwarts only accepts students when they turn 11, no exceptions, so instead of giving your letter then we decided to give the letters of you and your sister together."

"Well, thats good then. They'll have each other in that school." Iris said relieved.

"What about normal schooling?" Harold asked.

"Hmm. Well, the wizarding world, as I'm sure you've gathered, is somewhat separate from the muggle one" At the confused looks she received she elaborated. "Muggle is a word for non-magical."

"Anyway, I have to admit that muggle schooling isn't considered in our world. Most muggle-borns, wizards and witches from non-magical families, tend to have summer arrangements for those sort of things."

At the insulted look Harold Evans wore she quickly placated him. "Of course muggle schooling is just as important as a magical one but it is very important for your daughters to learn to control their magic... better or they may hurt themselves and people close to them.'

Iris nodded."I suppose that makes sense. We can have them do their... Nonmagical schooling during the summer that way they can have options in both worlds."

Petunia raised an eyebrow. This hadn't happened in the other timeline. Perhaps having both their children being magical made her parents want them to at least have one foot in the muggle world as well. Whereas in the other timeline they had one daughter in the magical world and the other in the non-magical world.

McGonagall nodded. "Yes, that'll be a good idea. Now I must get going but I will back in three days, on monday, to escort you to Diagon Alley, the magical shopping district in London. Its neigh impossible for muggles to find so I will be showing this year."

After the major explanations had been pushed out of the way McGonagall answered other questions the Evans' had and explained a bit more about the magical world.

Soon the stern professor stood and bid them adieu.

"Good bye. I will see you on Monday morning for shopping so please bring enough money to exchange for wizarding currency."

Harold nodded good-naturedly.

"Oh, Mrs. McGonagall! Its raining outside. Would you like a ride to where ever your going?" Iris asked.

McGonagall smiled slyly. "Oh no, its perfectly fine Mrs. Evans."

With that she turned on her feet and disappeared with a pop leaving a shocked Evans' family behind.

"Oh my!" Iris stared in shock where the other woman had been.

"Dear God." Harold collapsed back onto the chair. "I feel like I'm in that old show the Twilight Zone."

He grinned. "Although on the off chance that was real. It was completely brilliant."

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I am truly sorry for not updating in a while. Life's a bitch and after running for while she managed to catch up with me.

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