THE MARAUDERS AT HOGWARTS
CHAPTER: One
PART: Two
DISCLAIMER: I Still Own Nothing but the Characters of My own Imagination.
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"Maybe far away, or maybe real near by, he may be pouring her coffee, she may be straightening his tie. Maybe in a house, all hidden by a hill, she may be playing piano; he may be paying a bill... Betcha their smart, betcha their kind, don't really care, as long as they're mine."
Lillian Evans sat at her antique vanity brushing her flowing auburn hair. Lily was a very beautiful young girl, even at the tender age of eleven. Her long auburn hair and her bright captivating green eyes matched perfectly with her creamy complexion and fair skin. She ran a slender hand over the counter of her vanity. She loved it, she loved the way its beautiful framing matched perfectly with the marble tabletop. It was filled with all her makeup and jewelry, and she spent every morning sitting at it, singing her favorite song from the old muggle play "Annie" as she brushed her hair.
It was funny, Lily loved her family so much, but some times she couldn't help feeling like she belonged somewhere else, in some other place, with some one else. Her mother was a very neat and meticulous woman, who always loved everything to be perfect. Her mother had dark hair and light eyes, and had been a very beautiful lady that Lily had looked up to since she was a little girl. She remembered watching her mom sit at her vanity and brush her hair in the mornings and at night before reading Lily her bedtime story. Lily's father was a kind and gentle man, he had brown eyes and brown hair, and his eyes held a kindness that made people want to trust him and get to know him. You always felt at home when you were with her father; it was one of the things she loved about him. Her older sister, Petunia was almost 14 years old and as a teenager she was obsessed with her looks and boys, but she always seemed to find time to hang out with her younger sisters. She had dark brown hair and looked almost exactly like her mother, whereas Holly looked just like her father. Holly was the baby of the family, and she loved everything about life. Holly always had a huge smile on her face, and her eyes were always wide and bright as she stared at the world around her.
Maybe it was the appearance of her family that made Lily feel like an outcast. Lily was the only one in her family with red hair. But that wasn't the most original thing about Lily's appearance. No one in Lily's family, not even her distant relatives had Lily's eyes. A brilliant emerald green, Lily's eyes were unlike anything most people had seen, and the sparkle they contained made them even brighter and more brilliant than ever.
Lily had always felt like she identified with the lead character in 'Annie', both of them just trying to find out where they belonged.
She remembered the first time she had seen the play in her old hometown, it had been a magical experience and every since that moment Lily had fallen in love with the stage. But she had to leave that all behind her.
Her family had once lived in one of the biggest cities in the world. There had always been so much to do so many wonderful things to see and experience. Lily had always loved the theater, she had been blessed with the talent of singing, and had always dreamed that one-day she would be on stage in front of hundreds of people performing a song and dancing a long to an orchestra. In Lily's opinion, London England had been a wonderful city to grow up in, but her father's job had prevented them from continuing that life that she had grown so comfortable with and so accustomed to.
When Lily had been 10 years old her dad had received a job offer in a little town called Little Winging, and the Evans family had been relocated to a new city. Petunia had dreaded the thought of leaving all of her friends, but the first day they arrived Petunia had met the new next door neighbors and decided that she could like Little Winging as long as Vernon Dursley came along with it. Holly, the youngest of the three girls had been so young that she doubted she would even realize that they were moving. Lily was heartbroken, she dreaded seeing their beautiful house packed piece by piece into boxes and then to watch it be shipped off broke her heart even more. She had been forced to leave the only home she had ever known, the only home she ever wanted. She was being forced into a boring life where she would be all alone with nothing to do all day long.
What Lily didn't know was that all that was going to change. Her life was going to go some place she had never dreamed it would.
As Lily sat singing softly, she didn't notice that Holly was standing in the frame of her door, watching her. She beckoned her in and watched as she skipped up to Lily's side, clutching her favorite doll in her little arms.
Lily suddenly took notice to the letter that Holly was clutching along with her doll.
"What's that baby?" Lily asked, brushing Holly's light brown locks out of her face with her brush.
"You got a Letter!" Holly smiled and handed the envelope to her sister and watched intently as she opened it and began to read it. The envelope lay forgotten, and Lily didn't even notice when Petunia had come into the room because she was too busy rereading the letter for the third time.
Dear Ms. Evans, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Witchcraft and wizardry? There was no such thing. Was this all some kind of a joke, or a dream? She pinched her arm and realized she was definitely not dreaming, but then what did all this mean. Silently she stood up from the vanity, shocking both of her sisters, and she walked downstairs to find her parents.
As she walked into their study she realized that they probably wouldn't understand anything about this, but she figured it was worth a try to ask. She walked up to her father's armchair and handed him the letter, a confused look on her beautiful face. Her dad read it and then passed it to her aunt.
"I just got it, Holly brought it into my room. I don't know where it came from. Do you think it's real?" Lily asked her father.
He looked at her intently for a moment before lowering his glasses and answering her. "Well maybe we can send a letter to this Professor and ask her about it. If it is true, and you really want to go then we can consider it."
She threw her arms around her father's neck and then pulled away puzzling over something.
"How are we supposed to write to them? What does it mean, they await my owl?"
Suddenly a very loud screech came from the kitchen. Holly who had been listening in suddenly shrieked, "the birdie!" Lily, her dad and mom, and her sisters all made their way to the kitchen where a large owl sat patiently on the kitchen table. Lily realized what she needed to do and dashed upstairs to her room. When she returned she carried a piece of paper and a pen. She sat down at the table and wrote a letter stating her questions and concerns but also telling the Professor that she would be very interested in attending the school at the beginning of the term. It read:
Dear Professor McGonagall,
My name is Lillian Evans and I recently received a letter inviting me to attend Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. I have never heard of any school like this and I am curious if this is all a joke or if there really is a school like this. I would love to attend the school if the offer is valid and if you could please send me a letter as soon as possible I would appreciate it very much. I await your letter. Thank you.
Lily Evans
She folded the letter and placed it into an envelope she had retrieved from the study on her way back to the kitchen. She addressed it and held it out for the owl. The owl grabbed the letter in his beak and flew out of the kitchen, and all Lily could do was wait.
TBC. Thanks for the Reviews!!
CHAPTER: One
PART: Two
DISCLAIMER: I Still Own Nothing but the Characters of My own Imagination.
~~~~~~~~
"Maybe far away, or maybe real near by, he may be pouring her coffee, she may be straightening his tie. Maybe in a house, all hidden by a hill, she may be playing piano; he may be paying a bill... Betcha their smart, betcha their kind, don't really care, as long as they're mine."
Lillian Evans sat at her antique vanity brushing her flowing auburn hair. Lily was a very beautiful young girl, even at the tender age of eleven. Her long auburn hair and her bright captivating green eyes matched perfectly with her creamy complexion and fair skin. She ran a slender hand over the counter of her vanity. She loved it, she loved the way its beautiful framing matched perfectly with the marble tabletop. It was filled with all her makeup and jewelry, and she spent every morning sitting at it, singing her favorite song from the old muggle play "Annie" as she brushed her hair.
It was funny, Lily loved her family so much, but some times she couldn't help feeling like she belonged somewhere else, in some other place, with some one else. Her mother was a very neat and meticulous woman, who always loved everything to be perfect. Her mother had dark hair and light eyes, and had been a very beautiful lady that Lily had looked up to since she was a little girl. She remembered watching her mom sit at her vanity and brush her hair in the mornings and at night before reading Lily her bedtime story. Lily's father was a kind and gentle man, he had brown eyes and brown hair, and his eyes held a kindness that made people want to trust him and get to know him. You always felt at home when you were with her father; it was one of the things she loved about him. Her older sister, Petunia was almost 14 years old and as a teenager she was obsessed with her looks and boys, but she always seemed to find time to hang out with her younger sisters. She had dark brown hair and looked almost exactly like her mother, whereas Holly looked just like her father. Holly was the baby of the family, and she loved everything about life. Holly always had a huge smile on her face, and her eyes were always wide and bright as she stared at the world around her.
Maybe it was the appearance of her family that made Lily feel like an outcast. Lily was the only one in her family with red hair. But that wasn't the most original thing about Lily's appearance. No one in Lily's family, not even her distant relatives had Lily's eyes. A brilliant emerald green, Lily's eyes were unlike anything most people had seen, and the sparkle they contained made them even brighter and more brilliant than ever.
Lily had always felt like she identified with the lead character in 'Annie', both of them just trying to find out where they belonged.
She remembered the first time she had seen the play in her old hometown, it had been a magical experience and every since that moment Lily had fallen in love with the stage. But she had to leave that all behind her.
Her family had once lived in one of the biggest cities in the world. There had always been so much to do so many wonderful things to see and experience. Lily had always loved the theater, she had been blessed with the talent of singing, and had always dreamed that one-day she would be on stage in front of hundreds of people performing a song and dancing a long to an orchestra. In Lily's opinion, London England had been a wonderful city to grow up in, but her father's job had prevented them from continuing that life that she had grown so comfortable with and so accustomed to.
When Lily had been 10 years old her dad had received a job offer in a little town called Little Winging, and the Evans family had been relocated to a new city. Petunia had dreaded the thought of leaving all of her friends, but the first day they arrived Petunia had met the new next door neighbors and decided that she could like Little Winging as long as Vernon Dursley came along with it. Holly, the youngest of the three girls had been so young that she doubted she would even realize that they were moving. Lily was heartbroken, she dreaded seeing their beautiful house packed piece by piece into boxes and then to watch it be shipped off broke her heart even more. She had been forced to leave the only home she had ever known, the only home she ever wanted. She was being forced into a boring life where she would be all alone with nothing to do all day long.
What Lily didn't know was that all that was going to change. Her life was going to go some place she had never dreamed it would.
As Lily sat singing softly, she didn't notice that Holly was standing in the frame of her door, watching her. She beckoned her in and watched as she skipped up to Lily's side, clutching her favorite doll in her little arms.
Lily suddenly took notice to the letter that Holly was clutching along with her doll.
"What's that baby?" Lily asked, brushing Holly's light brown locks out of her face with her brush.
"You got a Letter!" Holly smiled and handed the envelope to her sister and watched intently as she opened it and began to read it. The envelope lay forgotten, and Lily didn't even notice when Petunia had come into the room because she was too busy rereading the letter for the third time.
Dear Ms. Evans, We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Witchcraft and wizardry? There was no such thing. Was this all some kind of a joke, or a dream? She pinched her arm and realized she was definitely not dreaming, but then what did all this mean. Silently she stood up from the vanity, shocking both of her sisters, and she walked downstairs to find her parents.
As she walked into their study she realized that they probably wouldn't understand anything about this, but she figured it was worth a try to ask. She walked up to her father's armchair and handed him the letter, a confused look on her beautiful face. Her dad read it and then passed it to her aunt.
"I just got it, Holly brought it into my room. I don't know where it came from. Do you think it's real?" Lily asked her father.
He looked at her intently for a moment before lowering his glasses and answering her. "Well maybe we can send a letter to this Professor and ask her about it. If it is true, and you really want to go then we can consider it."
She threw her arms around her father's neck and then pulled away puzzling over something.
"How are we supposed to write to them? What does it mean, they await my owl?"
Suddenly a very loud screech came from the kitchen. Holly who had been listening in suddenly shrieked, "the birdie!" Lily, her dad and mom, and her sisters all made their way to the kitchen where a large owl sat patiently on the kitchen table. Lily realized what she needed to do and dashed upstairs to her room. When she returned she carried a piece of paper and a pen. She sat down at the table and wrote a letter stating her questions and concerns but also telling the Professor that she would be very interested in attending the school at the beginning of the term. It read:
Dear Professor McGonagall,
My name is Lillian Evans and I recently received a letter inviting me to attend Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. I have never heard of any school like this and I am curious if this is all a joke or if there really is a school like this. I would love to attend the school if the offer is valid and if you could please send me a letter as soon as possible I would appreciate it very much. I await your letter. Thank you.
Lily Evans
She folded the letter and placed it into an envelope she had retrieved from the study on her way back to the kitchen. She addressed it and held it out for the owl. The owl grabbed the letter in his beak and flew out of the kitchen, and all Lily could do was wait.
TBC. Thanks for the Reviews!!