Chapter One
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello everyone! This is my very first fanfiction, I hope you'll like it! My story is somehow connected with "Harry Potter and the Truest Power" by Just Like Hermione, who is also editing my fanfic. Go read it!
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The sun was shining over the field, making the colors bright and brilliant. The grass was swaying like a wide sea, and the sky was smiling. Flowers sprouted out of the grass, covering the whole field with multi-colored points. Her feet gently touched the green carpet under them, while her eyes looked at the painted scene all around her. Smiling happily, she started running around with her arms opened like two wings, enjoying the cool air on her face. Suddenly, she noticed a beautiful flower right beside her foot. She sat down, watching it. It was a small flower, with red, shining petals. She kept her breath, amazed by its beauty. A noise behind her. She turned and saw a big, slimy snake crawling in her direction. She got back with a scream, then she realized that the fearful creature was not pointing her, but the flower. An unespected determination took control over her. She'd have never let the flower being touched. She could not. With a quick movement, she covered the flower with her body, caring of not hurting it. The snake hissed, threatening, becoming bigger and bigger. Its shadow was covering the girl and the flower. The grass touched by the evil shadow got withering all around her. She closed her eyes, too scared to do anything but wait. The snake got closer, so that she could feel its cool breath on her neck. She did not move. She could not. She did not want to. She wanted to protect the precious flower. Then... the flower started shining from within. Like a little sun, it chased away the shadow. She felt an intense but not harmful heat coming from it, and without even realizing it, she got up. The flower was getting bigger and bigger, while the grass touched by its light was coming to life again. The snake, touched by the light as well, screamed for pain and got burning. After some moments, it was just a little pile of dust, swept away by the wind.
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"Lily!" A soft, warm voice called her away from her dream. "Lily, wake up, it's morning".
Her mother was sitting on the side of her bed, smiling. "Hi..." said Lily yawning while getting seated.
"Happy birthday," said her father, kissing her on the head and putting a bundle in her hands. She immediatly started unwrapping it.
"Hey, you haven't even read the ticket!" her older sister Petunia had just appeared behind her father. "Oh, come on, Petty!" protested Lily, her father laughed.
"Wow! It's wonderful!!" exclaimed the young girl peering at the book lying in her hands. It was the illustrated edition of "The Lord of the Rings" by Tolkien that she had been hoping for so long. "Thanks mum! Thanks daddy!" she cryed out hugging her mother.
"Hey, flea, it was MY idea!" said Petunia scratching Lily's head.
"Thanks Petty!" Lily hugged her sister, too.
"And don't call me like that. My name's Petunia" she said pushing her little sister back on the bed. They laughed.
"Come on, both of you. Get washed and come down for breakfast" said her mother, getting up.
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"Remember we're going to have grandma for dinner, today?" said her father, speading some butter on his toast.
"Oh, no!" cryed Petunia.
"Don't act like that, Petunia! It's rather a year that you two don't see her! You'll better behave well!" said her mother, threatening.
"Come on, Petty, it's just grandma!" Lily liked her grandmother. Everybody used to say they were similar, and not only for the aspect. They both loved to read huge books, and sometimes they stayed stuck in their thoughts, staring at nothing in front of them. People used to say that her grandmother was a strange, unusual person. Lily thought she was just an old, lovely woman who liked to stay by herself, daydreaming.
"Peter, did you take the post?" asked her mother.
"Oh, no. Sorry, Margaret, I forgot to," answered her husband.
The woman went out of the room, getting back after a few time with some letters in her hand; then seated, watching them. Suddendly, she stopped, an interrogative look on her eyes. She had a big envelope in her hand.
"Dear, this is for you" she said to Lily, who was fighting against her toast, her hands full of marmalade.
"Could you open it, please?"
Margaret opened the envelope and gave a look at the letter. She started laughing under the interrogative look of the other three components of the family. "Oh, my... this is really made for you, dear! Listen: 'Dear Miss Lily Evans, we are glad to inform you that you have been accepted at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...'"
"Wow... give me that!" Lily cleaned her hands on her pajamas before taking the letter.
"It's a joke, Lily," Said her father.
"Oh, dad..." cryed the little girl
"Ok, ok, dream a bit, but I think I know who sent it to you... I'd rather bet it was your grandma! We'll ask her this evening"
Lily ran in her room keeping the letter like a trophy. She remained on her bed till lunch, reading the letter again and again, daydreaming about a school for wizards. After lunch, her friends came for her eleventh birthday's party. Margaret had prepared some games to do in the garden, so that the shouting crowd of little boys and girls should have avoided to destroy her little kitchen. Lily went on running around the whole time, and she forgot about the letter.
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Grandma arrived at 7:00 that night with her usual green shawl and white hair pressed under an awful brown hat. She hugged Lily and Petunia, complained about the older sister's behavior (as usual) and gave Lily her present: a book, of course. After dinner, she sat on the sofa beginning her usual speech against school.
"It's a shame! Young people should be let free to dream, to express themselves, not being kept under that kind of strict control. It looks more like a prison than like a school! I remember when I went to..."
"Hey, mum! Speaking of schools," interrupted Peter "you did a nice joke to Lily sending that letter!"
"It is really rude to interrupt an old lady talking, Peter. Anyway, which letter?"
"Don't act like you don't know! Bring it here, Lily." The little girl ran up to her room.
"Here it is" she said, coming back. Grandma took the letter with her wrinkled hand.
"Oh, I can't see anything without my glasses! Darling, could you..." Lily took an old pair of glasses from her grandma's bag.
"Thank you. Now, what is..." she turned pale at once.
"You're a great actor, mum, you know? That joke is..."
"This is not a joke."
"What?"
"This is not a joke."
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello everyone! This is my very first fanfiction, I hope you'll like it! My story is somehow connected with "Harry Potter and the Truest Power" by Just Like Hermione, who is also editing my fanfic. Go read it!
* * *
The sun was shining over the field, making the colors bright and brilliant. The grass was swaying like a wide sea, and the sky was smiling. Flowers sprouted out of the grass, covering the whole field with multi-colored points. Her feet gently touched the green carpet under them, while her eyes looked at the painted scene all around her. Smiling happily, she started running around with her arms opened like two wings, enjoying the cool air on her face. Suddenly, she noticed a beautiful flower right beside her foot. She sat down, watching it. It was a small flower, with red, shining petals. She kept her breath, amazed by its beauty. A noise behind her. She turned and saw a big, slimy snake crawling in her direction. She got back with a scream, then she realized that the fearful creature was not pointing her, but the flower. An unespected determination took control over her. She'd have never let the flower being touched. She could not. With a quick movement, she covered the flower with her body, caring of not hurting it. The snake hissed, threatening, becoming bigger and bigger. Its shadow was covering the girl and the flower. The grass touched by the evil shadow got withering all around her. She closed her eyes, too scared to do anything but wait. The snake got closer, so that she could feel its cool breath on her neck. She did not move. She could not. She did not want to. She wanted to protect the precious flower. Then... the flower started shining from within. Like a little sun, it chased away the shadow. She felt an intense but not harmful heat coming from it, and without even realizing it, she got up. The flower was getting bigger and bigger, while the grass touched by its light was coming to life again. The snake, touched by the light as well, screamed for pain and got burning. After some moments, it was just a little pile of dust, swept away by the wind.
* * *
"Lily!" A soft, warm voice called her away from her dream. "Lily, wake up, it's morning".
Her mother was sitting on the side of her bed, smiling. "Hi..." said Lily yawning while getting seated.
"Happy birthday," said her father, kissing her on the head and putting a bundle in her hands. She immediatly started unwrapping it.
"Hey, you haven't even read the ticket!" her older sister Petunia had just appeared behind her father. "Oh, come on, Petty!" protested Lily, her father laughed.
"Wow! It's wonderful!!" exclaimed the young girl peering at the book lying in her hands. It was the illustrated edition of "The Lord of the Rings" by Tolkien that she had been hoping for so long. "Thanks mum! Thanks daddy!" she cryed out hugging her mother.
"Hey, flea, it was MY idea!" said Petunia scratching Lily's head.
"Thanks Petty!" Lily hugged her sister, too.
"And don't call me like that. My name's Petunia" she said pushing her little sister back on the bed. They laughed.
"Come on, both of you. Get washed and come down for breakfast" said her mother, getting up.
* * *
"Remember we're going to have grandma for dinner, today?" said her father, speading some butter on his toast.
"Oh, no!" cryed Petunia.
"Don't act like that, Petunia! It's rather a year that you two don't see her! You'll better behave well!" said her mother, threatening.
"Come on, Petty, it's just grandma!" Lily liked her grandmother. Everybody used to say they were similar, and not only for the aspect. They both loved to read huge books, and sometimes they stayed stuck in their thoughts, staring at nothing in front of them. People used to say that her grandmother was a strange, unusual person. Lily thought she was just an old, lovely woman who liked to stay by herself, daydreaming.
"Peter, did you take the post?" asked her mother.
"Oh, no. Sorry, Margaret, I forgot to," answered her husband.
The woman went out of the room, getting back after a few time with some letters in her hand; then seated, watching them. Suddendly, she stopped, an interrogative look on her eyes. She had a big envelope in her hand.
"Dear, this is for you" she said to Lily, who was fighting against her toast, her hands full of marmalade.
"Could you open it, please?"
Margaret opened the envelope and gave a look at the letter. She started laughing under the interrogative look of the other three components of the family. "Oh, my... this is really made for you, dear! Listen: 'Dear Miss Lily Evans, we are glad to inform you that you have been accepted at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...'"
"Wow... give me that!" Lily cleaned her hands on her pajamas before taking the letter.
"It's a joke, Lily," Said her father.
"Oh, dad..." cryed the little girl
"Ok, ok, dream a bit, but I think I know who sent it to you... I'd rather bet it was your grandma! We'll ask her this evening"
Lily ran in her room keeping the letter like a trophy. She remained on her bed till lunch, reading the letter again and again, daydreaming about a school for wizards. After lunch, her friends came for her eleventh birthday's party. Margaret had prepared some games to do in the garden, so that the shouting crowd of little boys and girls should have avoided to destroy her little kitchen. Lily went on running around the whole time, and she forgot about the letter.
* * *
Grandma arrived at 7:00 that night with her usual green shawl and white hair pressed under an awful brown hat. She hugged Lily and Petunia, complained about the older sister's behavior (as usual) and gave Lily her present: a book, of course. After dinner, she sat on the sofa beginning her usual speech against school.
"It's a shame! Young people should be let free to dream, to express themselves, not being kept under that kind of strict control. It looks more like a prison than like a school! I remember when I went to..."
"Hey, mum! Speaking of schools," interrupted Peter "you did a nice joke to Lily sending that letter!"
"It is really rude to interrupt an old lady talking, Peter. Anyway, which letter?"
"Don't act like you don't know! Bring it here, Lily." The little girl ran up to her room.
"Here it is" she said, coming back. Grandma took the letter with her wrinkled hand.
"Oh, I can't see anything without my glasses! Darling, could you..." Lily took an old pair of glasses from her grandma's bag.
"Thank you. Now, what is..." she turned pale at once.
"You're a great actor, mum, you know? That joke is..."
"This is not a joke."
"What?"
"This is not a joke."