A/N: Hey everyone, your friendly author here.

So, you've found this story, how I have no idea, but shush.

Anyways, so here's the deal. This was started before Order of the Phoenix came out. I know there are some terrible mistakes in it, but don't tell me that Bill and Charlie can't go to school with Lily and James. I know. I wasn't thinking clearly.

It's over now, though, so there's not much I can do about it.

Chapter One

A Bewitching Witch

Lily Evans sat among a pile of books, tying to find the page in the book that she had to do for homework. "LLLLLIIIIILLLLLY!" A voice screeched from downstairs. Lily sighed and closed her book.

"WHAT?" She shouted down.

"SSSSUUUUUPPPPPEEEERRR!" Petunia yelled. Lily sighed again and uncurled herself. She glanced in the mirror and glared at her reflection.

Bright green eyes that were slightly almond shaped and red hair were the striking features of her appearance. Freckles splotched her face and her small nose often had ink on it. Picking up her Biro she quickly scribbled something and then put it down.

She moved towards the door and then out of it, leaving her room a mess of books.

"MUM!" Petunia yelled as Lily came down stairs. "MUM! LILY'S GOT INK ON HER NOSE AGAIN!"

Mrs. Evans came out from the kitchen, rubbing her hands on a dish towel. "Lily, go clean up please." She said tiredly. Petunia smirked at her sister, her blonde hand nodding. Lily stuck out her tongue at her sister and dashed into the kitchen.

Washing her hands in the sink she looked at the table at the fish that was there. She made a face, wondering what she had to do to get out of eating the "brain food" as her parents called it.

"How's my darling daughter?" Lily heard her father call her sister. She heard Petunia squeal as she was flung into one of her father's huge hugs. She quickly whipped her hands on a tea towel and turned to face the door as her father entered.

Mr. Evans was a tall broad shouldered man. His eyes were the ones that Lily had inherited and he had small glasses perched on his nose. They looked quite out of place on his large and smiling face. "There's my bewitching witch!" Mr. Evans boomed, sweeping Lily into a bone crushing hug.

"Daddy!" Lily cried, swatting at him with her pined arms.

"Lily—" Mrs. Evans said entering. Mr. Evans put Lily down.

"Excuse me my dear, while I greet this beautiful young lady." He said. He grinned and bowed over Mrs. Evans's hand and kissed it. Then he took her down in a sweeping kiss. Mrs. Evans giggled.

"Harry-"she said when they came back up. "Harry I'm so glad you're home." Mrs. Evans was tiny in comparison to her husband, and in fact to everyone that Lily knew. She was thin and wispy, and looked quite fragile. She grinned, her blue eyes twinkling and she moved to the stove. "So what did you do at work today Harry?"

"Nothing much Rose. What can I do to help?" Mr. Evans asked, washing his hands.

"Nothing dear, Lily just has to set the table." Mrs. Evans said pointedly. Lily ran to the drawer with the cutlery and quickly set the table.

"Lily?"

"Wha-?" Lily answered through a mouthful of porridge.

"Letter." Petunia said. She handed Lily a thick envelope of yellowish parchment.

Lily frowned looking at the address.

Lily Evans

23 Hamital Road

Kent

It seemed too simple, and there was no return address. Flipping it over she saw it was sealed with a wax seal that was in the shape of an 'H' with a loin, a snake, a badger and an eagle.

Tearing it open Lily looked at the letter.

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 to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We will send you an owl to which we wish you to give you a reply by July 31.

All instructions are enclosed.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

Lily stared. Mrs. Evans stood and asked her if she was all right. Lily showed them the letter.

Petunia looked nervous and left the room. "My bewitching witch, is really a witch?" Mr. Evans asked, trying to keep the mood light.

Mrs. Evans sat, looking white. She pulled out the second sheet of parchment and looked at it.

"To get into Diagon Alley one must tap the brick- Harry." Mrs. Evans looked slightly green. "I don't understand."

"Mum, does that mean I'm a witch?" Lily asked.

"It does seem so." Mrs. Evans said.

"That's so cool!" Lily cried.

"But Lily- you haven't—"Mrs. Evans said. She stopped. "There go all my plans for the future." She closed her eyes, falling against her husband.

"What's going on?" Lily asked.

"Lily, listen to me." Mrs. Evans sat down looking at her daughter. "I'm a witch. I went to-"she looked up to meet her husbands green eyes and then turned back.

"It's okay Rose." He murmured, rubbing her back.

"I went to Hogwarts; it's one of the finest schools in Europe. I'm very proud of you." She closed her eyes. "When I married your father, I agreed to leave it all behind me. You can't tell your sister, she might not understand it. I'll take you to Diagon Alley."

Lily stared at her mother. "I better go get my wand. We'll go today. I promise you, it will make more sense when we get there." Mrs. Evans stood. "We'll go in an hour. Go get dressed. We're going to London."