It's said that every thorn had its rose and every rain has its rainbow, but one young woman had proof that every evil did not convey its good. Lily Evans was certainly not your typical teenager. Overachieved beyond her years, more beautiful than one could know; from every red strand of hair she carried, Ms. Petunia Evans despised. Lily was the one to prove that some sins shan't be forgiven and those were certainly of her sister's. Though the two as opposites as they were, they had more in common than they would ever realize, or for that matter, believe. Both perfect in everything they've done, magnificently popular, and raised under the same muggle home. That's right, muggle home. To Lily's much distaste, and many years of taunting, she was raised under a non-magical roof by two very non-magical parents. Though they had accepted Lily as a witch, there was one person that did not give her the blessing that she deserved; envious sister Petunia.
"I'm not going to be seen with that foul... Thing in public!"
September first, to Petunia, was the most dreaded day of the year. It was the one day that she took hours in the bathroom combing her hazel tresses, slathering on as much make up as possible, concealing her pale azure gaze behind the darkest sunglasses she owned, all just to look as distantly related to Lily as possible. And all this preparation solely ended up in her locking herself in her bedroom at the last minute and refusing to escort Lily and her belongings to King's Cross Station. Meanwhile, just down the hall, seventeen year old Lily Evans sat at the top of the stairs dressed in her Hogwarts attire with her elbows on her knees and her chin propped up on her hand. With her emerald gaze glazed over, she absorbed in her familiar surroundings. Every year it was the same thing, despite how old the two got, how mature they grew, they acted as if it was Lily's first year going to Hogwarts. Every year her sister, Petunia locked herself into her bedroom, whining, kicking the door in protest, and every year it was her parents that came marching up the stairs to 'persuade' her in going. More like... Force, but Petunia being just one year older than Lily, she would never admit to giving in.
"Three... Two.... One..."
Lily counted off boredly, looking at the grandfather clock that was visible downstairs in the dining room, and as if clockwork, Mrs. Evans, followed by Mr. Evans came bounding up the stairs towards Petunia's bedroom. Mr. Evans attempting to tie his tie in the midst of the rush, Lily noted his cheeks glowing as hers did when she was flustered, while her mother clanked up the white carpeted stairs with one high heel half-on and a lipstick tube in one hand. Her two parents brushed past her and proceeded to Petunia's room, where they immediately began speaking.
"Petunia, darling, it's Lily's last year, don't you want to be a good sport and come along?"
"Oh, bloody hell, Mother! She's a freak! Abnormal! Do you realize what my friends would say if they ever saw me with her kind? That's right! You wouldn't. You never HAD any friends," Petunia called through the door.
"Now, don't talk to your mother like that, Petunia Evans."
Mr. Evans warned as he pulled out a golden key from the inside of his chest pocket. Over the many 'September firsts' they've had to go through and deal with, it had all simply become a routine. Lily could easily pull out her wand from her sleeve, charm the door to open, levitate Petunia out the door and off the family would go and be on time to King's Cross Station. But of course, much thanks to Petunia, Lily was not allowed to use magic in front of her, though she was no doubt of age. Ever since Lily began to use magic to vacuum the downstairs, Petunia would bat her eyelashes dramatically and collapse, 'fainting' as if overwhelmed by the power that Lily possessed. Ever since then, magic in front of Petunia was forbidden.
"But Mom, can't I jus-"
Lily began, until she was abruptly interrupted by a shriek coming from Petunia inside her room. Lily blinked curiously, and then murmured something about not even pulling out her wand yet.
"I'm not going to be seen with that foul... Thing in public!"
September first, to Petunia, was the most dreaded day of the year. It was the one day that she took hours in the bathroom combing her hazel tresses, slathering on as much make up as possible, concealing her pale azure gaze behind the darkest sunglasses she owned, all just to look as distantly related to Lily as possible. And all this preparation solely ended up in her locking herself in her bedroom at the last minute and refusing to escort Lily and her belongings to King's Cross Station. Meanwhile, just down the hall, seventeen year old Lily Evans sat at the top of the stairs dressed in her Hogwarts attire with her elbows on her knees and her chin propped up on her hand. With her emerald gaze glazed over, she absorbed in her familiar surroundings. Every year it was the same thing, despite how old the two got, how mature they grew, they acted as if it was Lily's first year going to Hogwarts. Every year her sister, Petunia locked herself into her bedroom, whining, kicking the door in protest, and every year it was her parents that came marching up the stairs to 'persuade' her in going. More like... Force, but Petunia being just one year older than Lily, she would never admit to giving in.
"Three... Two.... One..."
Lily counted off boredly, looking at the grandfather clock that was visible downstairs in the dining room, and as if clockwork, Mrs. Evans, followed by Mr. Evans came bounding up the stairs towards Petunia's bedroom. Mr. Evans attempting to tie his tie in the midst of the rush, Lily noted his cheeks glowing as hers did when she was flustered, while her mother clanked up the white carpeted stairs with one high heel half-on and a lipstick tube in one hand. Her two parents brushed past her and proceeded to Petunia's room, where they immediately began speaking.
"Petunia, darling, it's Lily's last year, don't you want to be a good sport and come along?"
"Oh, bloody hell, Mother! She's a freak! Abnormal! Do you realize what my friends would say if they ever saw me with her kind? That's right! You wouldn't. You never HAD any friends," Petunia called through the door.
"Now, don't talk to your mother like that, Petunia Evans."
Mr. Evans warned as he pulled out a golden key from the inside of his chest pocket. Over the many 'September firsts' they've had to go through and deal with, it had all simply become a routine. Lily could easily pull out her wand from her sleeve, charm the door to open, levitate Petunia out the door and off the family would go and be on time to King's Cross Station. But of course, much thanks to Petunia, Lily was not allowed to use magic in front of her, though she was no doubt of age. Ever since Lily began to use magic to vacuum the downstairs, Petunia would bat her eyelashes dramatically and collapse, 'fainting' as if overwhelmed by the power that Lily possessed. Ever since then, magic in front of Petunia was forbidden.
"But Mom, can't I jus-"
Lily began, until she was abruptly interrupted by a shriek coming from Petunia inside her room. Lily blinked curiously, and then murmured something about not even pulling out her wand yet.