Chapter Three:
It's Better to Love than to Hate
Lily regained consciousness shortly after to find an owl fluttering over her head. "Hello," it hooted.
Lily shook her head. "I think I've lost my mind." she announced, perturbed. She couldn't believe that she could understand owls speech.
"Hello I said. The name is Harry. I do hope you shall attend Hogwarts." the owl continued. "Now if you would kindly take this letter off my leg, I would be greatly obliged to you. Lily?"
Lily nodded, and as if in a trance untied the string that held the parchment to the talon of the snowy owl.
"Thank you," he hooted. "Now I shall return tomorrow to bring your letter of acceptance or polite decline to the academy." and he was off. Lily watched his wings flapping in the cool May breeze.
"Wow," she thought. "Maybe all witches can decipher the language of owls. I hope so, because I don't want to be abnormal in any way."
Lily turned abruptly at the sound of her door knob turning. A second later her mother's face poked in the room.
"Lily. I need to speak to you about something." She sighed, and smiled, but it did not reach her eyes. Those eyes that usually sparkled with laughter.
"Yes Mother." Lily replied coldly, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling in her stomach over her Mother's half hearted greeting.
"Darling, I am pleased that you are to be a witch. It sounds very exciting. And I truly am sorry we never revealed to you the truth of who conceived you." Lily gazed intently into her mother's pleading eyes, and knew she couldn't hold a grudge against her forever. It would shatter the poor woman's heart.
"I accept your apology Mum." Lily said sincerely, and held her mother close. "Now, I have a letter here from Hogwarts." She handed it to her.
Sarah Evans' face lit up. "Oh yes I forgot about that." Her eyes sped across the supplies list, and then she exclaimed in pure delight. "Oh, tomorrow we can go to Diagon Alley and get you your wand, robes, and an, an owl!!! Oh darling we are so proud to have a witch in the family." Lily looked up into her mother's face, relieved to find that her smile now lit up her eyes. She no longer looked like a wounded pup.
Outside the door stood Petunia listening to her Mother yet again praise Lily. She was wearing a dark scowl as she hurried downstairs to sulk at her piano.
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.
Lily regained consciousness shortly after to find an owl fluttering over her head. "Hello," it hooted.
Lily shook her head. "I think I've lost my mind." she announced, perturbed. She couldn't believe that she could understand owls speech.
"Hello I said. The name is Harry. I do hope you shall attend Hogwarts." the owl continued. "Now if you would kindly take this letter off my leg, I would be greatly obliged to you. Lily?"
Lily nodded, and as if in a trance untied the string that held the parchment to the talon of the snowy owl.
"Thank you," he hooted. "Now I shall return tomorrow to bring your letter of acceptance or polite decline to the academy." and he was off. Lily watched his wings flapping in the cool May breeze.
"Wow," she thought. "Maybe all witches can decipher the language of owls. I hope so, because I don't want to be abnormal in any way."
Lily turned abruptly at the sound of her door knob turning. A second later her mother's face poked in the room.
"Lily. I need to speak to you about something." She sighed, and smiled, but it did not reach her eyes. Those eyes that usually sparkled with laughter.
"Yes Mother." Lily replied coldly, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling in her stomach over her Mother's half hearted greeting.
"Darling, I am pleased that you are to be a witch. It sounds very exciting. And I truly am sorry we never revealed to you the truth of who conceived you." Lily gazed intently into her mother's pleading eyes, and knew she couldn't hold a grudge against her forever. It would shatter the poor woman's heart.
"I accept your apology Mum." Lily said sincerely, and held her mother close. "Now, I have a letter here from Hogwarts." She handed it to her.
Sarah Evans' face lit up. "Oh yes I forgot about that." Her eyes sped across the supplies list, and then she exclaimed in pure delight. "Oh, tomorrow we can go to Diagon Alley and get you your wand, robes, and an, an owl!!! Oh darling we are so proud to have a witch in the family." Lily looked up into her mother's face, relieved to find that her smile now lit up her eyes. She no longer looked like a wounded pup.
Outside the door stood Petunia listening to her Mother yet again praise Lily. She was wearing a dark scowl as she hurried downstairs to sulk at her piano.
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