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writing on FANfiction.net? No..don't think so. My best regards to J.K.
Rowling, the true owner of everything you recognize. I just own the plot
that's all..if there is one..
AN: Hey everyone. This is my first fanfic that I'm actually posting. I hope you enjoy it. Please do review if you think it's any good, worth continuing, or if you have CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. I do not want to see flamers. AT ALL. If you don't like the story and wish to write a flamer, then restrain yourself..and your fingers. Also, if you have any ideas, I would absolutely love to hear them. From the prologue, it seems slightly angsty so I might just ride on that. I don't really have a lot going yet so the rating MIGHT change, as in slim possibility. Well that's all. Happy reading!
Prologue
All I wanted my whole life was to be noticed. And to be a witch. Neither happened. My older sister was always in the limelight, and it was never big enough for two. She was the shining star, the most beautiful, the friendliest, the most intelligent, the apple of our parents' eyes. I never even entered the picture. It was always "Lily, this." and "Lily, that.." "Why can't you be more like Lily?" At parties, when asked how their daughters were faring, they'd launch into a well-rehearsed speech about Lily. Always about Lily. I was completely forgotten. I suppose it was best. After all, I would have looked miniscule next to Lily and her big accomplishments. And to think, she was only eleven years old. Lily and I were separated by a year and a half, though, often enough, it seemed much more. She was brilliant and I was, well, normal enough. People revered her..and ignored me. I wasn't mentioned (or noticed for that matter) as Petunia. I was just Lily Evans' baby sister. Nothing more, nothing less.
When she got her letter, our parents were so proud. I felt like screaming, "No that's mine! That's supposed to be mine!", but I couldn't. And that was the end. The last straw. I couldn't stand it anymore. I started to hate my sister with a passion I didn't know I could posses. Anything related to Lily in anyway I became forced to hate. My own flesh and blood. It was disgraceful, I admit, but I couldn't help it. She had stolen my one childhood dream. I had always wanted a wand. I always wanted to fly. But now I couldn't. I suddenly realized why she was able to do such freaky things. Subconsciously, I knew I would never enter Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As her parents began to fawn over her, I ran upstairs to my room, collapsed on my bed, and cried. I cried until I could cry no longer and I looked out at the stars hoping someone would come to comfort me. They never did.
AN: Hey everyone. This is my first fanfic that I'm actually posting. I hope you enjoy it. Please do review if you think it's any good, worth continuing, or if you have CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. I do not want to see flamers. AT ALL. If you don't like the story and wish to write a flamer, then restrain yourself..and your fingers. Also, if you have any ideas, I would absolutely love to hear them. From the prologue, it seems slightly angsty so I might just ride on that. I don't really have a lot going yet so the rating MIGHT change, as in slim possibility. Well that's all. Happy reading!
Prologue
All I wanted my whole life was to be noticed. And to be a witch. Neither happened. My older sister was always in the limelight, and it was never big enough for two. She was the shining star, the most beautiful, the friendliest, the most intelligent, the apple of our parents' eyes. I never even entered the picture. It was always "Lily, this." and "Lily, that.." "Why can't you be more like Lily?" At parties, when asked how their daughters were faring, they'd launch into a well-rehearsed speech about Lily. Always about Lily. I was completely forgotten. I suppose it was best. After all, I would have looked miniscule next to Lily and her big accomplishments. And to think, she was only eleven years old. Lily and I were separated by a year and a half, though, often enough, it seemed much more. She was brilliant and I was, well, normal enough. People revered her..and ignored me. I wasn't mentioned (or noticed for that matter) as Petunia. I was just Lily Evans' baby sister. Nothing more, nothing less.
When she got her letter, our parents were so proud. I felt like screaming, "No that's mine! That's supposed to be mine!", but I couldn't. And that was the end. The last straw. I couldn't stand it anymore. I started to hate my sister with a passion I didn't know I could posses. Anything related to Lily in anyway I became forced to hate. My own flesh and blood. It was disgraceful, I admit, but I couldn't help it. She had stolen my one childhood dream. I had always wanted a wand. I always wanted to fly. But now I couldn't. I suddenly realized why she was able to do such freaky things. Subconsciously, I knew I would never enter Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As her parents began to fawn over her, I ran upstairs to my room, collapsed on my bed, and cried. I cried until I could cry no longer and I looked out at the stars hoping someone would come to comfort me. They never did.