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A foursome of three muggles and one witch were strolling along the cobble stone path of Diagon Alley. Each of their eyes traveled to the windows of different shops lining the road. The mother, it seemed, of the two girls in their late teens, had graying red hair tied back in a braid. Streaks of gray framed her tired but powerful face. The father's hair was completely grey stuffed under a Blue baseball cap. One of the girls, younger and about seventeen years of age, was leading her parents and sister. Her thick dark red hair hung in loose waves below her shoulders. The characteristic that stood out most though about this beautiful young lady though, were her electrifying green, almond-shaped eyes, which were at the moment fixated on the book shop, Florish and Blotts.

Mr. and Mrs. Evans urged their oldest daughter, Petunia Evans, after the seventeen year old, the infamous Lily Evans. Lillian was currently about to enter her seventh and final year at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Petunia's face looked as if she had just swallowed an extra sour lemon. She was definitely not the happiest person at the moment.

Lily stopped and turned around to face her family. "Well I think I am going to stop at Florish and Blotts first. I think Anna should be there any minute now." She heard her blonde sister let out a tut of dissaproval.

Petunia had the exact same condescending attitude towards anything related to Lily involving magic. Really she just was intimidated by anything out of ordinary, and her sister was no exception . To Petunia Rosemary Evans, Lily was just a 'Freak' and would always remain one.

Mr. and Mrs. Evans smiled proudly at their youngest daughter. "Alright Lily dear," her mother cooed sweetly. Mr. Evans wrapped his arm around his petite wife. "Well Lillian dear, would you like us to leave now?" Her father asked in his strong voice.

Petunia's thin, horsey face scowled deeply. It was always Lily this and Lily that. Sure she had gotten A's and top marks in muggle schools, but her parents persisted that 'She was an Evans'. It was only natural.' Oh but Lily, getting top marks was amazing. Wizardry was so much more difficult than muggle school, her parents protested. Lily had, and always would be the favorite. "Mother, can we go please!" She refused to look anywhere but on the ground she was standing on. "Vernon, is expecting us for dinner tonight. It would be most inappropriate if we were late. And I have to get ready and freshen up." Petunia was hugging herself, as if this would be a way to protect herself from the magic of the surrounding witches and wizards.

Lily rolled her eyes. "It's alright Mom, Dad. Petunia is probably right." Her optics wandered over to her sister. "You know how Vernon gets when anything is punctually incorrect, or the slightest bit out of norm." she added acidly, glaring at her sister, her emerald optics flashing dangerously.

Petunia glared daggers right back at her sister. "Well sorry Lillian, but not everyone are freaks like you and all your, your, world!" Some witches and wizards stopped what they were doing and stared evilly at Petunia.

Mr. Evans' features tensed up. "Girls that is enough! Petunia. This is the last time you are going to be seeing your sister for almost a year and all you can do is argue with her? I know you two are different," he stated delicately, "But Petunia you need to be slightly more understanding towards Lily. She has been blessed with an extraodinary gift. You should be happy for her."

Petunia was furious. Her arms flayed around with every word she spoke. "Of course its' Petunia's fault. Never ever could it be perfect Lily's fault. " she stated sarcastically. "Just because I'm not cursed like your beloved Lillian over there, everything is automatically my fault. Am I the only one who can see that she and every other, person like, like HER, are just freaks! What sane person comes home and turns mice into teacups, and, and, appears out of thin air."

Lily fuming, joined in the row. "Well Petunia you are just jealous and full of spite and bitterness. If your were not so closed minded to anything that is different, you would see that there is nothing wrong with me, or any other witch or wizard for that matter! It's not my fault that you were not given magical ability, so stop trying to blame it on me!"

"Lily!" Mrs. Evans protested. "Apologize to Petunia." This wasn't the first time that the Evans sisters had gotten into a heated argument. Ever since she came back from 6th year, Petunia and Lily had become more and more distanced. It was made even worse when Petunia brought home her boyfriend, Vernon, the perfect definition of a muggle. Vernon constantly came over, forcing Lily to abandon the use magic, even though she could now legally perform it. The final break in Lily and Petunia's relationship was when Lily had received the owl from her school informing that she had become Head Girl. Her parents were ecstatic and constantly praising her, insisting that she should always wear the badge. It had been the final straw. "Lily!" A familiar voice sounded through the crowds of people. Lily, couldn't help but smile. It seemed as if she had finally found Anna.

Lily turned around to her parents, refusing to even give the slightest glance to her sister. "There's Anna. I guess I am going to go now." She went over and gave both of her parents a big hug. She turned to her sister. "Petunia,...I am..."

"I don't want an apology from you freak! Just run off with all your other friends and do what ever your kind do." Lily, looked upon her sister with sadness. She really did love Petunia, but she wasn't sure the feeling was mutual. She removed her wand from her pocket and pointed it at her trunk. "Locomotor Trunk." Instantly her mahogany trunk, and the cage tied to was levitating by her side. "Bye Mom. Bye Dad. Love you. Goodbye Petunia," she sated curtly, and began walking away. "Have a great year Lily! Be safe. No boys!." She heard her parents saying, before they too began walking in the opposite direction, heading back to the muggle world.