A/N I'm attempting to get away from my bad work that is a work in process. So if this doesn't get updated often, don't blame me!

Chapter 1. The Ordinary Family

There once was a perfectly ordinary family, who lived in a perfectly normal house in an ordinary neighborhood, in an ordinary upper middleclass suburban town just outside of London and let's face it, London isn't always so ordinary. The family consisted of Chris and Violet Evans, and their three daughters. The most unordinary thing about this family was the daughters. Even though twins had been expected, the family was blessed with triplets. The three girls were similar in some ways, all with pale skin, large eyes, petite bone structure and bad temper. It was said that if you gave them the same colored wig and had them put on the game eye color changing eye contacts, you couldn't tell he difference between them. After that, the three were as different as could be.

The first of the three and oldest by a minute was Petunia. The most unordinary thing about her was her name. Let's face it, there aren't too many Petunia's in the world. Petunia, or Petty, as called by her sisters, was a blond. Petunia had short strawberry blond hair, hazel eyes, and a long neck. She didn't look particularly ugly or particularly pretty, she was normal and proud of it. Petunia hated one sister with a passion and was rather indifferent to the other. Petunia ran with the semi-popular crowds. She wasn't with the people whom everyone wanted to sit next to and be friends with, but she was with the people who got invited to every party. Petunia was smart, but not overly, she tended to get mostly Bs and a couple of Cs and As here and there. Petunia couldn't carry a tune if her life depended on it. As I said earlier, Petunia was normal and proud of it.

The youngest of the three was and will forever be Rose Marie Evans. She prided herself on and it seemed born to be as opposite from her oldest sister as possible. Rose hated Petunia fiercely. The rivalry had begun between the when still inside their mother. Violet had often commented that she felt her two daughters fighting it out inside her. Rose had long dark brown hair, blue green eyes, light freckles across her nose and, much to her displeasure, shared a long neck and her short height of 4'7 with Petunia. Rose wasn't a classical beauty, but was pretty in her own right. Rose was with the 'outcast' crowd. Her friends were loyal ones and permanent ones, unlike Petunia's gossipy and flightily ones. Rose was always slightly above average at everything, never being top, but always being better than the norm. Her grades were mostly Bs with a couple of As and once in a while a C. Rose had a larger than life personality and was always onstage. She had an amazing voice, which she prided herself on. Rose Marie Evans was born to stand out.

The third sister was the middle sister. She was always the one making peace treaties between the other two. She loved both her sisters very much, but only Rose seemed to return that love. Lillian Andrea Evans was the same height as her sisters and shared the pale skin and long neck with Petunia and Rose. She seemed to be a mix of her two sisters. She emerald green eyes were a mix of Petunia's hazel ones and Rose's blue-greens. She had auburn hair to Petunia's strawberry blond and Rose's brown. Between Petunia's need to fit in and Rose's need to stand out was Lily's acceptance. She was a girl of many faces. To the outside world, Lily was quiet, but when she felt the need to, she spoke her mind and could be quite scary. Her friends were drawn from both Rose's and Petunia's crowd and weren't very many. Lily wasn't a target for bullies at school like Rose, but wasn't the one behind the teasing, like Petunia. The students in the elementary school where the girls went mainly just ignored her and let her be. This was fine with Lily. Lily was the smartest of the three, it was her one of her only claims to fame in the family. Lily hardly ever got lower than an A on a test and never on a report card.

Lily was the family's miracle child. The doctors had said that Violet was going to have twins, those two were Rose and Petunia, identified because of their lifelong hatred toward each other. The doctors and Violet wrote off the mistake as Lily had always been blocked by her sisters during the sonograms and was the quiet one so she wasn't felt.

And so they lived, in their perfectly ordinary house in an ordinary neighborhood, in an ordinary upper middleclass suburban town just outside of an unordinary London. They got along with many squabbles and many fights, and even the famous Treaty of Wellington was signed all in that house, but something even more extraordinary was about to happen, something that would change the family forever, it was the girls' 11th birthday.

The joint Birthdays of their daughters was always a strenuous affair for Chris and Violet Evans. As their daughters were 11, they decided they should have one big party for the three girls and invite all their friends. They thought that the girls must all get along. Chris and Violet have obviously forgotten what it's like to be 11. So they friends were invited, Petunia had the grand total of 15 guests, Rose had 5 and Lily had one. When Violet asked Lily why she didn't invite the rest of her friends, Lily replied that they were already coming. So Violet patted Lily on the head and sent her on her way. Violet often worried about her quiet daughter. Rose was very protective of her older frailer seeming sister, so Violet figured Lily wouldn't come into any harm.

The big party was supposed to take place on the Evans' lawn, but they day started out gloomy and by noon there was down pour. The guests went home and the party was rescheduled. So, Chris and Violet put on a happy face for their girls and had a small family party, which ended up being a game of Monopoly.

In the middle of the game, when Petunia and Rose were about to start fighting about the price Rose had to pay on the Reading Railroad, when something unusual happened. Two letters flew through the mailbox. One landed right next to Rose and one next to Lily.

"What are those?" Violet Evans asked.

"We won't know until we open them, Mum," Rose replied. She and Lily tore off the seal from the letters. The two girls read the letters with shocked expressions.

"The mailman must have good aim, but I thought mail doesn't come on Sundays?" Chris pondered.

"I don't think these were delivered by post," Lily said quietly.

The Two identical letters read,

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. Of Wizards)

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

Yours sincerely,

Kerian Jefferson

Kerian Jefferson

Deputy Headmistress

Petunia, of course, was the first to break the silence that followed the readings of these letters. "They're probably just practical jokes you know."

"Now Petunia!" her mother scolded. "I think we should check this out." Violet read over the enclosed list of supplies. "It won't hurt."

"Then why didn't I get one?" Petunia whined.

"Now honey, just because you didn't get one doesn't mean you're not special," Chris put in.

"But we're triplets, we're supposed to do everything together! We're supposed to be the same," Petunia cried.

"Now honey, we've always encouraged each of you to be yourselves. We don't want three girls that are exactly alike, we want three every different, but well-behaved, young ladies," Violet explained in a calm and collected voice, as if she was trying to take away a doll from a two year old with out making her cry.

"So it's settled, we check this out tomorrow!" Chris declared. The family turned back to their game. Everyone unfazed except Petunia. Petunia silently promised to make Rose and Lily's lives a living hell. No one excludes Petunia and they would learn. She would be the exact opposite, she didn't want anything to do with that filth that they were. After she swore this, Petunia thought back. She didn't really hate Lily, she did hate Rose, but not Lily. Petunia never really thought about Lily, sometimes she was there and sometimes she wasn't. Lily had never done anything against her. 'Maybe I should just swear against Rose,' Petunia contemplated. 'No, a promise is a promise and Lily is going down with Rose.'