"However can you know for sure? This must be some trick! Everyone knows there are no wizards, let alone witches! You must be OUT OF YOUR MINDS!" Petunia screeched. "There's nothing special with that, spoiled, little, BRAT!" She fumed, her blond hair and long neck sticking out profoundly.

"PETUNIA EVANS! NEVER talk about your sister that way. She's the only one you got, and by God, some day you're going to love each other like siblings should!" Mrs. Evans voice could cut through ice. Her blond hair stood high in a bun in the latest fashion, even though her clothing was old enough to be considered ancient. Kind, yet very poor were the likes of the Evans. Admired all over town, yet not a penny to spare on the 'sweet things of life' that Petunia was so fond of.

Petunia wasn't a cruel person, yet sadly took every action to heart. Naturally jealous of her older sibling that received more praise that she ever seemed able to grasp: was too much. The shadow of Lily Annabelle Evans was always there. "Oh!" the teachers would say, "You must be dear little Lily Evans sister!" With such excitement in their voices she couldn't break it to them that she was the tattle teller. Her sister had been the fight breaker, and a favorite to almost all of the students. Petunia tried to be pampered as long as possible from the stupid teachers, but soon, (like a day or two) they would find out how different they were. Lily stopped fights while Petunia started them.

"I just don't believe in Witches!" She slurred the word as if it was poison on her tongue. She saw her sister enter the room quietly. Her perfect cherry hair was lightly touched by pumpkin highlights from the warm summer sun. It flowed over her shoulders in perfect spirals to slightly past her elbows. Her green eyes always danced with laughter, yet now hung with the wish of acceptance. She was lovely, everyone said so, even Josh Guapoita, the most handsome boy at Paddington elementary.

"Well maybe you should. If you can't believe in yourself, believe in your family!" My mothers' face, an older version of Lily's shined at me. She pitied me. I felt disgusting, lower then a speck of dust. Anger rushed through my veins.

"I do believe in our family, I believe we should move to SALEM!" I shouted before thinking. My mother gasped.

"Petunia…" I heard Lily whisper. I felt terrible. I didn't want her to die, just… just... I couldn't stand being the normal child when I grew up in the shadow of talent. I was always left out of things. I fled the house.

Lily

"Mother, don't be angry, she doesn't mean anything by it." I gushed, "don't be mad at her, sometimes she lets her mouth get the best of her." I tried to make her understand. Her disgust in my sisters' actions was more common these days. "I mean, are you sure that there actually is a Hogwarts? Sounds a bit odd to me, it could be a phony, and you need me around here…" I tried to change to subject to the question that plagued me so. Since our father died serving our country over seas, our family had never been the same. Some how we survived, remembering the man who was always the first to laugh, surprise you with a joke, and when you needed him the most, be there for your defeats. Father was gone, and with him the laughter and natural happiness in the house no matter how much we tried to cling on to it. Mother was taking night classes for the first time and worked the phones at a doctors office in the meantime. We were tired, expected disasters and for the first time in four years received pleasant news in the mail, instead of another unpaid bill. It was surreal.

Her eyes had a far away look in them, as a smile slowly began to warm her face. "Come with me, there is something I should of showed you a long time ago." She said leading me up to the attic, the place where I had loved to play make believe in not to long ago. Turning to me, she said "Lily, I knew about your, uhh… special talents since you were born. You have your great grandmother's Annabelle's eyes, always a giveaway in our family's history of wizardry. Your grandmother also attended this Hogwarts and was even in their books for discovering ways to help heal others with her magic. She spoke of her days to me with a twinkle in her eyes whenever we were alone. My mother, like Petunia, didn't agree. As her daughter she was automatically immersed into her world, and when she found out that she could not be a part of it, it turned her sour. She was devastated to be a Muggle."

"A what?" I interrupted before I could stop myself. She opened the door to the attic and smiled at me softly.

"A term for non magic folk, such as I." She replied starting up the stairs.

"Oh..." my mother was a Muggle, and I, a witch. And my grandmother… but how had it jumped generations? Why was I able to do magic while others could not? Strange thing had always happened around me, however, I had assumed I was a klutz or seeing things.

"My grandmother had her trunk sent to me when she passed away. It confirmed everything I knew and believed. She knew more then most Wizarding folk, the books she left with it describe. The trunk confirmed everything as your eyes had promised this future for you, Lily." she bent down to an old mystical trunk I never saw before. The leather was brown and faded, the metal hinges in need of a good polish. "She left this for me to give to you." She smiled handing me a key. It quivered in my hand. I must be dreaming.

I brought the key up to the lock where to my amazement it jumped out of my hands, thrusting it's self in. I stared in wonderment as a dial appeared around the main lock spinning crazily into millions of directions. It was like one of those Disney films coming to life. "Go ahead!" My mother smiled encouragingly as the key stopped spinning. I placed my hands on top of the dusty, smooth surface. I barley even touched it when it flung open, startling me with a bright blue flash of light, blowing my hair off my shoulders with a cool and musty breeze.

"Well, what do we have here?" a booming voice asked smugly.

Author's note:

Hello readers, I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I did writing it! With this as my first story I've posted here, I would LOVE it if you review. Tell me what you enjoyed, and your opinions on what would make the story better.

3/9/07: this story is now under revision, but luckily shall soon have new chapters!