A/N: I know you think I'm stupid for what this seems to be but I HAVE read
OOTP and if you have too you'll get it in a few chapters.
The Requirment Room (and what happened within)
Lily Evans was bored, she had been lying on her bed dreaming of magical ways to get out of this dreary house for hours. Her favorite, by far, was the one were a tall, handsome man with a dazzling smile, jet black hair that never lay flat and startling blue eyes that danced with mischeif flew in her open bedroom window on a broomstick and carried her away to an enchanted castle where pictures talked and walked into other picture frames, ghosts walked around like they were alive and rooms appeared and disappeared of their own accord. She had given the man a name, James.
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Lily screamed as something flew in her window, not a man on a broomstick but a Great Horned Owl. It landed beside her bed and she quickly realized it had an envelope in its beak. She pinched herself, making sure she hadn't fallen asleep daydreaming and took the letter. It was labled:
Miss L. Evans, The dreariest room, 22 Berton Avenue, London, England
Lily pinched herself again, harder this time, half hoping she was asleep. She took a deep breath and tore open the envelope to reveal several pieces of heavy yellow parchment, much like the envelope. The first read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY Headmaster: Armando Dippet
Dear Miss Evans, We are pleased to inform you that you have been excepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Please find enclosed a list of all nessecary books and equipment.
Term begins September First. Please return this owl informing us if you will be attending before July Thirty First.
If you decide to grace us with your presents a certain wizard by the name of Albus Dumbledore will escort you from your house to Kings Cross Station on August the Thirtieth.
Armando Dippet Armando Dippet, Headmaster of Hogwarts
Lily pinched herself so hard she drew blood, but did not wake up, lying on her bead after having a peculiar dream. She reread the letter three times and smiled. This was really happening. She was. A Witch!
The Requirment Room (and what happened within)
Lily Evans was bored, she had been lying on her bed dreaming of magical ways to get out of this dreary house for hours. Her favorite, by far, was the one were a tall, handsome man with a dazzling smile, jet black hair that never lay flat and startling blue eyes that danced with mischeif flew in her open bedroom window on a broomstick and carried her away to an enchanted castle where pictures talked and walked into other picture frames, ghosts walked around like they were alive and rooms appeared and disappeared of their own accord. She had given the man a name, James.
** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** **
Lily screamed as something flew in her window, not a man on a broomstick but a Great Horned Owl. It landed beside her bed and she quickly realized it had an envelope in its beak. She pinched herself, making sure she hadn't fallen asleep daydreaming and took the letter. It was labled:
Miss L. Evans, The dreariest room, 22 Berton Avenue, London, England
Lily pinched herself again, harder this time, half hoping she was asleep. She took a deep breath and tore open the envelope to reveal several pieces of heavy yellow parchment, much like the envelope. The first read:
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY Headmaster: Armando Dippet
Dear Miss Evans, We are pleased to inform you that you have been excepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Please find enclosed a list of all nessecary books and equipment.
Term begins September First. Please return this owl informing us if you will be attending before July Thirty First.
If you decide to grace us with your presents a certain wizard by the name of Albus Dumbledore will escort you from your house to Kings Cross Station on August the Thirtieth.
Armando Dippet Armando Dippet, Headmaster of Hogwarts
Lily pinched herself so hard she drew blood, but did not wake up, lying on her bead after having a peculiar dream. She reread the letter three times and smiled. This was really happening. She was. A Witch!
