Note My first Harry Potter fic. This is hopefully a Lily and James work, but it might change over the um...chappers. Thanks a bunch. Now enjoy
The Letter
Lily Evans stared at the speck in the fading sunset. She had just gotten home from her last day at summer school. It was a sunny day with a small breeze ruffling her already crazy red hair. The black stubby glasses she wore made her green eyes look big, something she loved most about herself. Once again she was wearing the uniform of her hated, but deeply loved, school. It was a black skirt, jus below knee length, accompanied with a red , with black lacing along the edges, button top. Her small black tie swayed loosely from her pocket as she skipped home. She decided it was a perfect time to gaze at the lovely pink sky and looked up, to see a dark brown spot flop back and forth in the sky. Her smooth pink mouth was widened into a gaping 0 as she realized what it was.
A small owl was flying towards her. As it came closer, Lily was able to notice a rather large envelope, about twice the size of the owl, attached to its leg. It was having a hard time flying. Its left wing looked to be broken, while the other flapped helplessly to keep it aloft.
As it bobbed up and down in the air currents, Lily started to run. The small bird was falling. It's right wing had stopped flapping. The ground came to meet it at impossible speeds. Lily's heart started to shake as she saw meet the ground. She remembered seeing a bird smash into her father's windshield. She didn't want to have to relive that again.
As Lily came closer to the owl, the owl came closer to the dark cobble stones of Organ Lane. Lily reached out her hand in a futile effort to stop its fall. Her hand twitched a couple of times before her index and thumb performed a quick snap. The owl stopped falling and floated in the air, inches away from the road. She quickly scooped it up from the ground and rushed to her home.
36 Organ Lane was an ancient house. All the houses surrounding it were newly renovated, graciously paid by the tax payers into the 2000th centuries modern homes. Her Grandfather, the owner of plot 36 refused to give up his land. When he passed away, Lily's own father, and family of three, moved in from London. As the slow years went by, the house grew even more old. The paint was starting to wear thin on the front, while in the back there was none. The door was a heavy oak, made for decoration. It was the only part of the house that didn't need repairs; that and the roof, which was recently redone to accommodate for rainy weather in her room. Other than that, it was home.
Lily raced through the front door, up the creaky staircase to the left, and entered the first door to right; her room. Inside was an assortment of Beatles posters and record cases her dad had bought for her. Her bed was underneath a Picture of Ringo behind his drum set. At the foot of the bed was her writing desk, one of her most treasured piece of furniture. Across the small room, and to the far left corner - the only one not occupied, and left to the bed - was a small litter box and cat food with water. Lily untied the letter from the owls leg and laid him down beside the water. It hooted in a brief Thank You, before engulfing itself in the task of drinking out of the bowl.
After seeing to the needs of her new friend, Lily plopped down on her bed and looked at the letter. It read:
To Miss. Lily Evans
First Top Window to the Right of the Door
36 Organ Lane
South by East London
Lily stared, too stunned to do anything else. It had to be coincidence. She turned it around to open it, but stopped when she saw the red seal:
Hogwarts
School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
"No way. This is so out there." She ripped open the letter...and SCREAMED!