Disclaimer: (forgot last chapter) I don't own this, if I owed it, it would
never be sold, because everyone hates me, because I'm evil
Thanks to those who reviewed my last chapter. I didn't plan to put this out so soon, but I thought that since you review and was so nice. I'll love you always.
~Fawkes: I hadn't really thought about that, I have read it, of course, but I was more inspired by a book I don't remember what it's called, and a bit by Mulan.
I know it is probably very obvious what's going to happen, but I write it anyways. I don't think this has been done before?
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She opened the letter and read it. Then she ran into the living-room where her sister and parents sat. They did not look up from the television until she screamed. "Mom, dad, look what I got." She gave the letter to her mother, and her father read it too. First they looked like they didn't believe it, and then they looked proud, surprised and happy.
"Oh, Lily, you are a witch", her mother said. Lily nodded, smiling.
"And you are going to a magic boarding-school," her father said. "And learn magic." Lily nodded again. Petunia took the letter and read it.
"I think someone is pulling a prank on you." She said. Lily looked hurt.
"Of course it isn't a prank." She answered.
"Of course it is. First of all, there is no magic, that I know for sure. And, even if there was, here it says that 'some weird things' might have happened to you, when you were 'angry, sad, happy or upset in some other way' and no odd things have happened to you, well nothing *really* odd, at least. Third, it says that you are going to take the train from platform nine and three quarters, at King's Cross, and I've been there. There is no platform nine and three quarters." Petunia said.
"Well, Petunia", their mother replied when Lily found nothing to say. "There might be magic, and you just don't know it. Maybe the wizards and witches don't want other people to know about magic, and make sure that we don't know. Maybe strange things have happened to Lily, we just don't remember them. Maybe they have made their platform invisible, so other people can't see it. If you read this, you see that it says you have to go through the wall between the platform nine and ten to get to their platform."
Petunia thought for a while. "That was a lot of maybes." She said at last. "And besides, as you probably didn't notice, this letter is not for Lily." She pointed at the address.
Mr L. D. Evans The room with blue wallpapers 27 Mayflower Road Little Hangleton Surrey
Lily hadn't noticed this, and by the look on her mother's face, nor had her mother. Her mother looked troubled for a while, and once again, Lily had no reply. Then her mother smiled.
"Of course," she said. "If we say, there is hundred, maybe two hundred students in every year. And, as it said in the letter, every student go to this school for seven years. That's more than a thousand students, and they send a letter to every one. They are bound to make some mistakes. I bet some poor boy is sitting right now wondering why it says Ms on his letter. And, if I may ask, do you know any other L. D. Evans living in Lily's room?" Petunia shook her head and her mother seemed pleased.
"Next weekend we go buy your things in this Diacon Alley." Her father said.
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Next weekend Lily and her parents went to Diagon Alley. First they went to Gringotts and Lily exchanged her money so she got wizard money. They also opened an account for her.
Then they went to Madame Malkins and bought her robes and to Flourish and Blotts and bought books that she needed. When they three and a half hour later came to the shop where they would buy the last thing she needed, her wand, her feet hurt after walking so much. Lily had to try about fifteen wands before they found one that was good for her. She was very relived to be done with the shopping, no matter how interesting she found it. To her horror her parents wanted to go to 'one last shop'. She did love shopping, but this was a bit much.
"That's fine with me, but I won't join you." She said firmly. Her parents looked at each other and shrugged.
"Well, you can go to the Leaky Cauldron or go buy an ice or something, then. We will see you in the Leaky Cauldron in half an hour." Lily smiled and started to go away, but her father yelled after her. She came back, and they gave her all her pocket-money for the rest of the month.
"You probably want to buy as much as possible, when you are here." They said. Lily smiled and went away.
She passed a shop that seemed to sell brooms. What she did not understand was why all kids stood looking at the brooms. She shrugged and went on down the street.
When she passed Flourish and Blotts she decided she had to buy some books to read during the term, and to get some information about the wizarding world, so she wasn't to behind the students with magical parents.
She bought a book named Quidditch Through the Ages, only because there were brooms on the front and she guessed it might explain why all kids seemed so interested in brooms. She also bought a book named Hogwarts a History, and some books about how to hex enemies and friends. She also decided to buy a very beautiful book about Merlin for Petunia's birthday. It was leather- bound and the moving pictures in it were painted by hand.
When she were finished she saw that she was almost twenty minutes late. She ran to the Leaky Cauldron, where her parents sat waiting for her, chatting happily. They didn't seem angry at all.
"Look what I bought," she said proudly. Her parents nodded, and lifted a cage that stood on the floor.
"Look what we bought", her father said, showing a big black owl with amber eyes. Lily just looked at it. It was wonderful, beautiful. She put a finger into the cage, and the owl bit her, hard. She screamed, and everyone in the room turned around and looked at her. The owl somehow managed to look very pleased.
"Er. It's yours. We bought it for you. I guess it isn't very friendly to people it don't know." Her father said, looking quite embarrassed.
"Thank you", Lily said. "I love him. I bet he will love me too, soon. He just has to get used to me" She put her finger in the cage again, and it bit her again, harder than the last time. She smacked the owl across the beak, and it bit her again, but not as hard. She thought that I perhaps started to like her, and kept the finger in the cage. The owl bit her, again, and this time it didn't let go. It sat there, looking very pleased, with Lily's finger in the beak. It hurt, but Lily managed not to scream again. The people in the room where either smiling, grining or smirking, and her parents were blushing. They quickly paid for their tea and the family went out from the Leaky Cauldron. On their way to the car Lily managed to shake the mean owl off her finger.
"What are you going to call it?" her mother asked when they were safely inside the car.
"It's a him, mom, and I'm going to call him Satan."
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Please, please, review. I'll love you always. I don't care if you only write two words, I don't care if you flame (well, I only hope I won't get only flames), I just want to know if anybody reads this, if I shall go on writing.
Thanks to those who reviewed my last chapter. I didn't plan to put this out so soon, but I thought that since you review and was so nice. I'll love you always.
~Fawkes: I hadn't really thought about that, I have read it, of course, but I was more inspired by a book I don't remember what it's called, and a bit by Mulan.
I know it is probably very obvious what's going to happen, but I write it anyways. I don't think this has been done before?
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She opened the letter and read it. Then she ran into the living-room where her sister and parents sat. They did not look up from the television until she screamed. "Mom, dad, look what I got." She gave the letter to her mother, and her father read it too. First they looked like they didn't believe it, and then they looked proud, surprised and happy.
"Oh, Lily, you are a witch", her mother said. Lily nodded, smiling.
"And you are going to a magic boarding-school," her father said. "And learn magic." Lily nodded again. Petunia took the letter and read it.
"I think someone is pulling a prank on you." She said. Lily looked hurt.
"Of course it isn't a prank." She answered.
"Of course it is. First of all, there is no magic, that I know for sure. And, even if there was, here it says that 'some weird things' might have happened to you, when you were 'angry, sad, happy or upset in some other way' and no odd things have happened to you, well nothing *really* odd, at least. Third, it says that you are going to take the train from platform nine and three quarters, at King's Cross, and I've been there. There is no platform nine and three quarters." Petunia said.
"Well, Petunia", their mother replied when Lily found nothing to say. "There might be magic, and you just don't know it. Maybe the wizards and witches don't want other people to know about magic, and make sure that we don't know. Maybe strange things have happened to Lily, we just don't remember them. Maybe they have made their platform invisible, so other people can't see it. If you read this, you see that it says you have to go through the wall between the platform nine and ten to get to their platform."
Petunia thought for a while. "That was a lot of maybes." She said at last. "And besides, as you probably didn't notice, this letter is not for Lily." She pointed at the address.
Mr L. D. Evans The room with blue wallpapers 27 Mayflower Road Little Hangleton Surrey
Lily hadn't noticed this, and by the look on her mother's face, nor had her mother. Her mother looked troubled for a while, and once again, Lily had no reply. Then her mother smiled.
"Of course," she said. "If we say, there is hundred, maybe two hundred students in every year. And, as it said in the letter, every student go to this school for seven years. That's more than a thousand students, and they send a letter to every one. They are bound to make some mistakes. I bet some poor boy is sitting right now wondering why it says Ms on his letter. And, if I may ask, do you know any other L. D. Evans living in Lily's room?" Petunia shook her head and her mother seemed pleased.
"Next weekend we go buy your things in this Diacon Alley." Her father said.
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Next weekend Lily and her parents went to Diagon Alley. First they went to Gringotts and Lily exchanged her money so she got wizard money. They also opened an account for her.
Then they went to Madame Malkins and bought her robes and to Flourish and Blotts and bought books that she needed. When they three and a half hour later came to the shop where they would buy the last thing she needed, her wand, her feet hurt after walking so much. Lily had to try about fifteen wands before they found one that was good for her. She was very relived to be done with the shopping, no matter how interesting she found it. To her horror her parents wanted to go to 'one last shop'. She did love shopping, but this was a bit much.
"That's fine with me, but I won't join you." She said firmly. Her parents looked at each other and shrugged.
"Well, you can go to the Leaky Cauldron or go buy an ice or something, then. We will see you in the Leaky Cauldron in half an hour." Lily smiled and started to go away, but her father yelled after her. She came back, and they gave her all her pocket-money for the rest of the month.
"You probably want to buy as much as possible, when you are here." They said. Lily smiled and went away.
She passed a shop that seemed to sell brooms. What she did not understand was why all kids stood looking at the brooms. She shrugged and went on down the street.
When she passed Flourish and Blotts she decided she had to buy some books to read during the term, and to get some information about the wizarding world, so she wasn't to behind the students with magical parents.
She bought a book named Quidditch Through the Ages, only because there were brooms on the front and she guessed it might explain why all kids seemed so interested in brooms. She also bought a book named Hogwarts a History, and some books about how to hex enemies and friends. She also decided to buy a very beautiful book about Merlin for Petunia's birthday. It was leather- bound and the moving pictures in it were painted by hand.
When she were finished she saw that she was almost twenty minutes late. She ran to the Leaky Cauldron, where her parents sat waiting for her, chatting happily. They didn't seem angry at all.
"Look what I bought," she said proudly. Her parents nodded, and lifted a cage that stood on the floor.
"Look what we bought", her father said, showing a big black owl with amber eyes. Lily just looked at it. It was wonderful, beautiful. She put a finger into the cage, and the owl bit her, hard. She screamed, and everyone in the room turned around and looked at her. The owl somehow managed to look very pleased.
"Er. It's yours. We bought it for you. I guess it isn't very friendly to people it don't know." Her father said, looking quite embarrassed.
"Thank you", Lily said. "I love him. I bet he will love me too, soon. He just has to get used to me" She put her finger in the cage again, and it bit her again, harder than the last time. She smacked the owl across the beak, and it bit her again, but not as hard. She thought that I perhaps started to like her, and kept the finger in the cage. The owl bit her, again, and this time it didn't let go. It sat there, looking very pleased, with Lily's finger in the beak. It hurt, but Lily managed not to scream again. The people in the room where either smiling, grining or smirking, and her parents were blushing. They quickly paid for their tea and the family went out from the Leaky Cauldron. On their way to the car Lily managed to shake the mean owl off her finger.
"What are you going to call it?" her mother asked when they were safely inside the car.
"It's a him, mom, and I'm going to call him Satan."
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Please, please, review. I'll love you always. I don't care if you only write two words, I don't care if you flame (well, I only hope I won't get only flames), I just want to know if anybody reads this, if I shall go on writing.