Mr. Evans placed the key into the hole and turned the
knob. All the members of the Evans family collapsed
inside with the suitcases. They had just returned from
a long trip to the Americas to visit some relatives, and
everyone was jetlagged. Mrs. Evans collected the
stack of mail that the housekeeper, Ronai ( who told
Lily stories every night) , had gathered and placed in a
stack in the foyer. Everyone
went into the living room, Mrs. Evans flicking through
the mail and sorting out the junk.
Even though it was just past midnight, the
whole family was wide awake, except for Lily, who
couldn't really help drifting off to sleep. Despite her
drowsiness, she was alert enough to notice her
mother give an odd look and a snort of laughter to a
thick envelope and throw it into the steadily rising pile
of junk-mail. On the front, in emerald-green ink and
very loopy handwriting, was her name- Lily did a
double-take. What? She never got mail. Petunia
made sure of that. She was quite the bully at their
school, teasing Lily, and nobody ever wanted to
disagree with her. She scrambled over beside her
mother, her bright red braid bouncing.
"Mum- would you mind if I took a look at
this?" Her mother didn't even giver her a glance.
"Mm-hmm, dear." Lily took it and went over
to her usual perch on the piano bench. Lily gazed
down at the envelope in her hand.
Lilian Evans Number 12 Privet Drive, Surrey
She bit her lip and glanced around. She could see her
little brother, Harry, fast asleep on their father's lap.
Petunia was reading some magazine on the couch.
She carefully tore open the envelope and pulled quite
a few wads of parchment.
She raised her eyebrows. At the top of the
piece of parchment was this thing about some guy
called Albus Dumbledore. She looked further down
the page and saw that he was apparently the
headmaster of the school that had sent the letter-
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This is
really weird Lily thought. Probably somebody playing a
prank. She flipped the pages and saw the craziest
supply lists ever! Cloaks, and cauldrons... Who would
buy this junk? She sighed, getting up and giving her
mother a goodnight hug. She went upstairs to her
bedroom, and realized that she still had the envelope
in her hand. She tossed it onto her desk and changed
for bed. What a joke...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lily woke the next morning to the sudden
shrieks of her sister, Petunia. She immediately sat
up in her bed, and the door to her bedroom flew open.
"what is this?" she asked, enraged,
holding up large piece of paper. "They were all inside
my bureau this morning!"
"I dunno..." Lily mumbled, groggily
climbing out of bed. She yawned and took the
envelope from her sister's hand. Her jaw dropped. It
was yet another one of those mysterious envelopes.
"Go get mum and dad."
Petunia gave Lily a funny look and did her bidding. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lily and her parents had thrown the heap
of letters into the bin days ago with an annoyed
feeling. That whole magic school thing was
completely outrageous, and they would probably stop
soon. It was a waste of parchment, and the mailing
would become expensive, she had thought. That is,
until she opened the door that day after visiting her
babysitter, Mrs. Figg, and found a heap of the same
letters waiting for her.
"Mum..." she said, turning to look at her
bewildered mother.
"What are all these?" she asked, amazed
by the gargantuan pile. This continued for the next few
days, until Mr. Evans snapped.
"THAT'S IT! We should phone the post-
office- or the police!"
"Um- you know, dear- it would sound
awfully crazy if we turn up with these letters... Maybe
we should go find this place- you know- see who
keeps on sending these letters," Mrs. Evans
suggested.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
An hour later, they were in a car full of wearied Evans
(four, to be exact, as Harry had stayed back with
Ronai). They were off to find this "Diagon Alley" place,
and with a somewhat manic-looking Mr. Evans who
was known to never give up, the chance that they
would be back by 6:00 (in time for Petunia's favorite
soap opera) was very slim.
Lily was seated in the back next to Petunia,
who was flipping through yet another pointless
magazine, only occasionally glancing out the windows
of the car and giving superior sniff to the run-down
looking shops. Lily coulnd't stand the silence.
Everyone at her school considered her to be a "little-
miss-prim-and-proper," and obviously knew nothing
about Lily. She set her face against the cool window,
letting her head bounce slightly as the car lurched
through the odd neighbourhood. Suddenly, an
impossibly lopsided building averted Lily's absent
gaze. She crinkled her nose at it; she knew that she
would reach her downfall through her uncontrollable
curiosity. The car rumbled to a stop and Lily's father
gave an exasperated sigh as he slowly proceeded to
turn the car around. Lily lifted her head and saw an
old carved sign swinging outside the door
reading, "the Leaky Cauldron." In the dark windows
was another sign reading, "This way to Diagon Alley
- see Tom." Lily's eyes lit up.
"Daddy! Dad! Look- there it is! Stop, stop!"
"Where, Lily?" her mother asked wearily.
"Right there, of course."
"What? I don't see anything," Mr. Evans
said. He yawned. "Today's Friday, yes, so first thing
Monday morning I'm calling the police."
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knob. All the members of the Evans family collapsed
inside with the suitcases. They had just returned from
a long trip to the Americas to visit some relatives, and
everyone was jetlagged. Mrs. Evans collected the
stack of mail that the housekeeper, Ronai ( who told
Lily stories every night) , had gathered and placed in a
stack in the foyer. Everyone
went into the living room, Mrs. Evans flicking through
the mail and sorting out the junk.
Even though it was just past midnight, the
whole family was wide awake, except for Lily, who
couldn't really help drifting off to sleep. Despite her
drowsiness, she was alert enough to notice her
mother give an odd look and a snort of laughter to a
thick envelope and throw it into the steadily rising pile
of junk-mail. On the front, in emerald-green ink and
very loopy handwriting, was her name- Lily did a
double-take. What? She never got mail. Petunia
made sure of that. She was quite the bully at their
school, teasing Lily, and nobody ever wanted to
disagree with her. She scrambled over beside her
mother, her bright red braid bouncing.
"Mum- would you mind if I took a look at
this?" Her mother didn't even giver her a glance.
"Mm-hmm, dear." Lily took it and went over
to her usual perch on the piano bench. Lily gazed
down at the envelope in her hand.
Lilian Evans Number 12 Privet Drive, Surrey
She bit her lip and glanced around. She could see her
little brother, Harry, fast asleep on their father's lap.
Petunia was reading some magazine on the couch.
She carefully tore open the envelope and pulled quite
a few wads of parchment.
She raised her eyebrows. At the top of the
piece of parchment was this thing about some guy
called Albus Dumbledore. She looked further down
the page and saw that he was apparently the
headmaster of the school that had sent the letter-
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This is
really weird Lily thought. Probably somebody playing a
prank. She flipped the pages and saw the craziest
supply lists ever! Cloaks, and cauldrons... Who would
buy this junk? She sighed, getting up and giving her
mother a goodnight hug. She went upstairs to her
bedroom, and realized that she still had the envelope
in her hand. She tossed it onto her desk and changed
for bed. What a joke...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lily woke the next morning to the sudden
shrieks of her sister, Petunia. She immediately sat
up in her bed, and the door to her bedroom flew open.
"what is this?" she asked, enraged,
holding up large piece of paper. "They were all inside
my bureau this morning!"
"I dunno..." Lily mumbled, groggily
climbing out of bed. She yawned and took the
envelope from her sister's hand. Her jaw dropped. It
was yet another one of those mysterious envelopes.
"Go get mum and dad."
Petunia gave Lily a funny look and did her bidding. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lily and her parents had thrown the heap
of letters into the bin days ago with an annoyed
feeling. That whole magic school thing was
completely outrageous, and they would probably stop
soon. It was a waste of parchment, and the mailing
would become expensive, she had thought. That is,
until she opened the door that day after visiting her
babysitter, Mrs. Figg, and found a heap of the same
letters waiting for her.
"Mum..." she said, turning to look at her
bewildered mother.
"What are all these?" she asked, amazed
by the gargantuan pile. This continued for the next few
days, until Mr. Evans snapped.
"THAT'S IT! We should phone the post-
office- or the police!"
"Um- you know, dear- it would sound
awfully crazy if we turn up with these letters... Maybe
we should go find this place- you know- see who
keeps on sending these letters," Mrs. Evans
suggested.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
An hour later, they were in a car full of wearied Evans
(four, to be exact, as Harry had stayed back with
Ronai). They were off to find this "Diagon Alley" place,
and with a somewhat manic-looking Mr. Evans who
was known to never give up, the chance that they
would be back by 6:00 (in time for Petunia's favorite
soap opera) was very slim.
Lily was seated in the back next to Petunia,
who was flipping through yet another pointless
magazine, only occasionally glancing out the windows
of the car and giving superior sniff to the run-down
looking shops. Lily coulnd't stand the silence.
Everyone at her school considered her to be a "little-
miss-prim-and-proper," and obviously knew nothing
about Lily. She set her face against the cool window,
letting her head bounce slightly as the car lurched
through the odd neighbourhood. Suddenly, an
impossibly lopsided building averted Lily's absent
gaze. She crinkled her nose at it; she knew that she
would reach her downfall through her uncontrollable
curiosity. The car rumbled to a stop and Lily's father
gave an exasperated sigh as he slowly proceeded to
turn the car around. Lily lifted her head and saw an
old carved sign swinging outside the door
reading, "the Leaky Cauldron." In the dark windows
was another sign reading, "This way to Diagon Alley
- see Tom." Lily's eyes lit up.
"Daddy! Dad! Look- there it is! Stop, stop!"
"Where, Lily?" her mother asked wearily.
"Right there, of course."
"What? I don't see anything," Mr. Evans
said. He yawned. "Today's Friday, yes, so first thing
Monday morning I'm calling the police."
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