A/N- Ok, I absolutely LOVE Lily/James love/hate fics, so I decided to do one of my own. It maybe bad, but I really don't care because this fic is for ME, but I thought, 'since I'm writing it anyway, why not let others enjoy it also?' Hence, you are reading this Author's note. Please no flames. Fire burns, burns scar, and scars last forever. Anywho, I hope you like it, even in the tiniest bit. On with the fic!

Disclaimer- I do not own any of the characters or ideas you recognize. They belong to the one and only J. K. Rowling. I do own any characters or ideas you do not recognize. I have to give credit to 'Proffessor Ravana Ravenclaw.' The quote below is from her profile.

Chapter 1

Magic is Real

"Magic is in you and everyone. The difference is the we can see its gleaming light while Muggles cannot."

It all began on a bright summer morning. Eleven year-old Lily Evans was sitting at her kitchen table, along with her 14 year-old sister Petunia, eating her breakfast when a large tawny owl flew through the window and into the kitchen. Petunia screamed and ran to find her mother. Lily looked at the owl, and made a move as to start running after Petunia when she saw a piece of parchment tied to the owl's leg. 'How peculiar.' Lily thought and began to reach for the parchment. She pulled her hands back when Petunia came back into the room, dragging her mother behind her.

"There, Mother," Petunia said pointing at the owl, "there's the…the…the thing I said flew into the room and attacked me."

"It didn't attack you, Petunia." Lily spat at her sister. "I think it is delivering us something. Look, there's something tied to its leg." Lily reached for a second time for the parchment. This time, she untied it from the owl's leg, and the owl flew back out the window. She unfolded it, and found it was addressed to her. She turned it over, opened it up, and took out the letter inside. It read:

Dear Miss Evans,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

"Mom! Mom, what does this mean? What is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? Does this mean I'm a witch? A real witch?" Lily said hopping up and down.

"Lily, please. Let me see that." Her mother said. Lily handed her the letter. She read it, her eyes very big. When she had finished reading it for the fourth time, she said, "Well, I don't know what this means, or if it is just someone's idea of a joke, but I think we should go to this Leaky Cauldron place. It says here that 'Tom will be happy to show you how to get to Diagon Alley to buy your things for Hogwarts.' We'll go next Tuesday. Then maybe we will find out what they mean by 'we await your owl by no later than July 31.'" She handed the letter back to Lily, and went back to cleaning. Lily read the letter over again, smiling the whole time. Petunia just stood there, a look of disgust on her face.

"Petunia, isn't this just the greatest thing? I wonder why you didn't get a letter?" Lily said looking at her sister.

"I wouldn't want one of those letters!" Petunia screamed. "I always knew you weren't normal! I knew you were a…a…a freak!" She ran up to her room and slammed the door. Lily gaped after her sister. Then she shrugged and said to herself,

"I'd rather be a freak than ugly!" She went up to her room and laid down on her bed. 'Me, a witch? How strange is this? I thought witches were ugly and had warts all over their faces.' She snorted. 'Now I'm really surprised Petunia didn't get one!' She laughed. "This must be a dream. This can't be happening!" She said to herself. "I always wanted magical powers, and now I've got them." She stood up and walked over to her mirror to check for warts. She smiled at her reflection, and her reflection smiled back. "Nope, no warts." She said.

Lily had long auburn hair that had a few waves in it. She had cheerful emerald green eyes that had flecks of gold in them and a fair complexion. She looked a lot like her mother, Rose Evans, who had shoulder length auburn hair and green eyes. Her mother was a 7th grade History teacher. Her father, William Evans, had light brown hair and warm hazel eyes. He was a doctor at the local hospital; he worked in the emergency room. Petunia didn't look anything like her parents. Some may call her a 'sport.' She had straight long blonde hair that was very thin, therefore, just hung very limply around her face, and a very long neck. She had plain light blue eyes, and hated her sister. She hated her because she was pretty and everyone like her. She hated her because she was their parents' favorite and she got the better name. When you come down to it, she hated Lily because she was Lily. Lily didn't mind too much that Petunia hated her, but she really didn't know why either.

At dinner that night, Lily told her father about the letter and about her being a witch. Petunia refused to look at her 'freak' sister, and therefore, was silent though out the meal.

"Your mother's right," Her father said, "we don't know anything about this, but we should find out more about it. I would come with you, but I have to work, so just be careful." Her father warned.

"Don't worry, Dad, Mom and I will be fine." Lily said reassuringly to her father.

After dinner, Lily went up to her room to write in her diary. Her room had lilac walls, and a plum carpet. She had a window seat with a white cushion, and white drapes on both her window seat and the window on the opposite wall. Her bedspread was lilac and had a large lily in the middle. Her bookshelf was full of books, and her desk full of stories and poems.

She opened her diary to a clean page and dated it, Friday, June 30, 1972, then she began to write:

Dear Diary,

Today must be the strangest day of my entire life! Well, it all started at breakfast when this very large owl landed on top of the pancakes. There was a letter on its leg, and guess who it was addresses to? Me! It said that…get this…that I, Lily Anne Evans, am a witch. Do you believe that? That explains all the weird things that happen to me whenever I'm mad or scared. Mother and Father aren't to keen on it, but said we could check it out. I am so excited! I am going to learn magic, and I am going to get away from Petunia! Two dreams are coming true for me! Petunia doesn't like the idea of being related to a witch, she keeps calling me a freak. I'll tell you all about my trip to Diagon Alley (the place where I have to go to buy my things for school) on Tuesday. Until then-

I remain faithfully yours,

Lily

Lily closed her diary, and got ready for bed. She said good night to her parents and slid into her bed. She fell asleep dreaming of making potions, and flying on a broomstick.