Wish Upon a Star

By Leo Behaviour

Disclaimer: This is Fan Fiction only. All characters/objects/places/etc that are from the Harry Potter books belong to J.K. Rowling. Characters/objects/places/etc that are not from the Harry Potter series are belong to me.

Chapter 1 - Getting to Know Lily Evans

Lily Evans is a very pretty girl. She has long auburn hair, and emerald green eyes that sparkle naturally. She has pale and milky skin that makes her look alive and fresh. She has a tall slim figure that compliments her well. No one would suspect that this girl is breaking down inside.

Ever since her mother died giving birth to her, her family has fallen apart. She has only one sister, who is 4 years older than her, and a father who has long-term depression from his wife's death.

They were child-hood sweethearts, always together and loved each other to beyond infinity. They had the love, people dream of in fairytales. At the age of 18 they were married, at the age of 20 they had their first daughter, Petunia. At 24, they had their second daughter Lily. Rose, Lily and Petunia's mother, had to have an emergency c-section, as she went into Labour at only seven and a half months. That was the day, Rose Evans died.

Her sister and father shunned Lily on day one. Her 4-year-old sister at the time didn't quite understand, but with the help of her father as years went by, she detested everything about the red-head.

Lily is always told off and forever slaving her way through the Evan's household. She does the washing up, the cleaning, the cooking and collects all the dirty laundry, washes then irons it, making sure it goes back perfectly. Her older sister has complete control over Lily and what she does. Her father believes that it is her fault her mother died and therefore hates her with every inch of sanity he has left. They only thing neither Petunia nor Mr. Evans had control over was Lily's acceptance letter at the age of 11.

When Lily was 11 years old, on her birthday she was cleaning the breakfast dishes. She never got presents and the day was ever acknowledged. She only found out when it was, was when her father suddenly started weeping saying "This is the day she died. The day she left me and that stupid brat came along!"

Lily began thinking of how it could be different if her mother was still alive. All her pictures were burnt. Or least she thought at the time. She was up in the attic looking for something her father wanted, when she came across a small oak box, which sat perfectly in her hands, There were intricate engravings decorating the box, and on the lid was carved a beautiful swan, with a magnificent sparkling green emerald for the eye.

The box seemed to open by it self when Lily put her fingers on the latch. Inside, there was jewellery – necklaces, bracelets and rings. Lily could tell they were expensive and precious but didn't know whom they belonged to. 'Surely if Petunia knew about them, she would have taken them for herself already.' Then a thought has struck her. What if it was her mothers? 'But I thought father burnt and got rid of all of her possessions...If only I knew what she looked like.'

As though someone up above was listening to her, a picture suddenly became noticeable. Underneath all the precious jewellery was a perfectly kept picture of her mother and father when they were noticeably much younger. This is the first time she had ever seen her mothers face. She looked just like her. Her long red hair, magnificent green eyes and lovely fresh skin were identical to Lily's. Her father was standing behind her, arms wrapped around her shoulders, face buried in her hair. Lily has never seen her father look so happy. His face was alive, eyes happy, and smile reaching the brim of his hair. His hair was dark brown, and ruffled up. Lily has only remembered him with partial baldness, from depression. All he does now is sit on his chair and drink, until he becomes so drunk that he passes out. That's after he abuses Lily, making sure scars are left, reminding her of how much he hates her.

Lily suddenly felt guilty looking at the picture, knowing that she was the cause of her father's unhappiness. Tears stung her eyes, but Lily unconsciously held them back. Whenever she cried when she was young, she was told to stop, that she was weak and had no right to cry after what she had done. She remembered that her first scar on her left shoulder was from when first let a tear fall down her cheek.

Quietly finding the object her father wanted, she went out of the attic and quietly placed the box underneath her pillow in her tiny bedroom. All there is, is a bed, drawers (which are pratically empty) and a pile of old baby toys and clothes that her mother and father bought for her before she was born. The drawers were for her nursery too, and the walls were still a light creamy yellow, with ducks on.

She went downstairs and placed her fathers item on the table in front of him and went to start the laundry. As she went to the washing machine, to unload the clothes, and owl swooped through the window of the laundry room and scared the living daylights out of Lily. She let out a small scream and ducked, letting the owl plunge down towards her, drop a letter by her side, and fly straight out of the window again. Lily lifted her arms off from on top of her head and looked up and observed her surroundings. 'Right, nothing different. There are defiantly NO owls. Maybe I'm just going crazy.' It was then she noticed the letter sitting on the floor beside her. She picked it up and stood up, and carefully read the front; 'the smallest Bedroom, No. 4 Privet Drive, Little Winging, Surrey.' Lily turned the envelope over thinking how strange it was that they knew where she slept AND that fact that an owl delivered the letter! Once she read the letter, she let out a small gasp. 'Is this true? Because if it is, I will finally be able to leave my sister and father and...' She stopped mid-track when she heard the shriek of her older sister;

"OI! BRAT! GET HERE NOW! I NEED YOU CLEAN UP MY ROOM!" Lily winced at the screams from Petunia.

She took one look at the letter in her hand and stuffed it in her pocket, knowing that it was just a practical joke, and that she'll never be able to escape the clutches of her family.

She ran up the stairs yet again to the aid of the apparently helpless sister of hers. And started picking up all the dirty laundry and putting on fresh new linen on her bed.

The next day at 6am Lily got out of bed and immediately started making breakfast. She put the bacon in the frying pan along with the sausages. In another frying pan she began making fried egg and in yet another frying pan her sisters pancakes. Her father liked to have Full English Breakfasts as often as possible, and as today's Tuesday, Full English Breakfast is on its way. She began chopping the tomatoes and mushrooms ready to go quickly in the pan for a couple of minutes just before she serves. Her Father doesn't even like the tomatoes! But for some reason he still orders for it on his plate. When the eggs when were done, she tossed the mushrooms and tomatoes and left them cooking for a couple of minutes. She then took them out and placed them on the plate next to the eggs. She took the sausage and bacon out of the frying pan and onto the plate and put the extra thick slices of bread into the frying pan to get toasted and warm. She tossed her sister's pancakes in the meanwhile and set it onto a plate and tray with juice and napkins. She set it to the side while she made her father's tea. Lily placed her father's tea on the tray next to his juice and delivered the very large breakfast to him while he was still in bed. He was lying in bed awake staring at the T.V screen, and ordered for her to put it on his bedside table, and she left, running downstairs to fetch her sister's pancakes.

After doing all the rounds, she heard a loud shriek of her sister Petunia and started to slowly make her way up the stairs in order to start clearing up the mess that her sister had made. However, the scene before her when she reached Petunia's room was what she least expected. There, crowding round Petunia were 6 owls. They all had the same letter Lily received yesterday. From Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Her father came tumbling into the room saying in a soft but hangover tipsy voice "Petunia darling, what's the matter? Did your breakfast make you feel sick? Or did that brat do something" He spat out the last few words as though they were poison.

Petunia just stood there speechless until she managed "UHHHH, DAD! WHAT DO YOU SEE AROUND ME? THERE ARE OWLS ON ME AND IN MY ROOM, WITH LETTERS ADDRESSED TO HER ON!"

"LETTERS? ADDRESSED TO LILY? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? WHO WOULD WANT TO SEND HER SOMEHTHING? AND BY OWL? WHAT KIND OF JOKE IS THIS?" Mr. Evans shouted, causing some of the owls to flutter and fly by the window.

"This is no joke Mr. Evans. I assume you have not read the letter yet, because I am Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry". A calm and even voice spoke behind them, and they turned around to meet an elderly man (a/n: J.K.R said Dumbledore is about 150 years old in the HP books, so he is still old here! ;o) ) with midnight blue robes with quarter moons and stars on. He has a long beard reaching his middle, with long hair to match. Sitting on the brim of his nose, were half moon spectacles.

"AND WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH MY DAUGHTER? WITCH CRAFT AND WIZARDRY?! HAVE YOU GONE CRAZY? AND HOW DID YOU GET INTO MY HOUSE?" Mr. Evans roared once again. Professor Dumbledore didn't flinch once at the hangover man's outrage. He just said calmly;

"Mr. Evans, Lily here is a witch. She has magical powers and is very gifted. I believe she will do well. I know this may be a shock to you, but it is true. No joke. School starts in one week – September 1st. She should be dropped off at Kings Cross, to take the train to Hogwarts at Platform 9 ¾." He turned towards Lily and said, "All you have to do is cross the wall between the two platforms, you could go at a bit of a run if you want." and gave her a wink.

"EVEN IF IT IS TRUE SHE WIL NOT BE LEAVING THIS HOUSE HOLD! SHE WON'T BE GOIN-" He abruptly stopped when a flash of anger crossed Dumbledore's face.

"SHE WILL BE GOING! SHE WILL BE A VERY TALENTED WITCH, AND I INTEND FOR HER TO MAKE THE MOST OUT OF HER TRUE CALLING!" Dumbledore visibly calmed when he saw that Mr. Evans had a look of pure horror on his face. "The only question now is if Miss. Evans is willing to come."

Lily looked, blanked face at Dumbledore, then back at her sister and Father. The only reason they didn't want her to go was because they needed someone to cook and clean for them. She turned back to her Headmaster and said with a smile on her face, "When did you say term started?"

Dumbledore gave a small smile and said, "Welcome to the Wizarding World Lily."

"NO, NO, ABSOLOUTLEY NOT! I FORBID IT COMPLETELY! SHE IS NOT GOING ANYWHRE!" Dumbledore watched Lily's face fall, and replied calmly, "If Lily wishes to come, then of course she may."

"HOW CAN SHE BE A WITCH? BOTH HER MOTHER AND I ARE NORMAL AND AREN'T FREAKS LIKE HER! BUT- WAIT! THAT EXPLAINS IT! SHE KILLED HER MOTHER BECAUSE SHE IS A MAGICAL FREAK TH-" Mr. Evans was once again stopped from Dumbledore's face of outrage.

"She did not kill her mother! I assure you I know what happened about your wife and I tell you she did not kill her!" Dumbledore said fiercely but quietly. "Lily, come here and take hold of this." He took a pocket watch out of his robes and tapped it with his wand. Lily watched amazed. "It will transport you straight to Hogwarts to my office. Sit in a chair and make yourself comfy. I'll be there almost immediately. I just need to sort some things out." He smiled kindly at Lily, and without another word, blocking the protests of her father out, she took hold of the pocket watch and felt a tug behind her navel. Next thing she knew, she was sitting in Dumbledore's office.

Lily walked in with the other new first years after spending the last week of the summer holidays at Hogwarts. She was able to get used to the place so far and find some classrooms on her way round. She has never had such an enjoyable time. Her robes were delivered to her, along with all her schoolbooks. When she said she had no money, Dumbledore just replied, "Don't worry Miss. Evans. It has all been sorted." and gave another one of his prized winks. She was still wondering why Dumbledore took her into Hogwarts so early though. Whatever the reason, she knew she was going to succeed and become an excellent witch – even though she is Muggleborn.

Lily was sorted into Gryffindor House, and sat with all the other pupils in her house. It all seemed so over-whelming for her. She'd never had friends before; she didn't know how to act around them. She let out a loud audible gasp as the table filled with food. 'This is absoluteley amazing!' She thought to herself. And she didn't even notice a certain pair of eyes lingering on her the whole way through the feast.

Hello!

Thank you for reading my first chapter of my very first posted Fanfic! :oD

Please review my chapter and tell me what you think. I know it's a bit long, sorry! Please also tell me where I can improve! I love listening to other people's opinions so I can advance my story! Thank you sooo much!

If you guys like it I'll add another chapter very soon! There will be more proper dialogue now, and it will go straight to the end of Lily's 6th year. I know its a bit of a gap, but I will be filling you in through out the next few chapters!

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