The Beginning of …Something

DisclaimerThere's no J.K. Rowling here and all the characters from the Harry Potter books belong to her.

Chapter One: Getting to know you, getting to know all about you…

            Now this story is about Lily Evans and no one else.  Lily, of course, would probably rather I not tell you this because she wouldn't want to be seen as egotistical.  But let's say it again for more closure.  Lily is the story.

            I would describe to you her looks, but I've already done so.  If you are one of those forgetful people, I suggest you go back to the prologue and re-read about her physical features.  I needn't be bothered to repeat them.

            Our heroine received her letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when she was just barely seven.  There had been a mistake in the system at Hogwarts and they seemed to have misjudged her age.  They quickly revoked her right to go to wizarding school at such a young age, but since she had gotten that letter all Lily ever dreamed about was Hogwarts.

            "Can I go to Hogwarts, yet?" the little one would ask her parents each morning when she rose from her slumber.

            "No, honey," was their candid reply.

            "Now?"

            "Sorry, darling…but not just yet."

            "Now?"

            And so, on and so on.  I would repeat the number of times she said it, but that would be beyond the limits of one chapter.  Plus it's tedious to reiterate things over and over again.

            It also got a bit tiresome for her mother and father after a while, as I'm sure you can imagine.

            So, after three years of hearing, "Now?  Now?" a couple thousand times, her parents were very relieved when she attained another letter from Hogwarts when she was the correct age of ten.

            It was a sad goodbye scene we are about to witness, as she left her parents for the very first time and went to Hogwarts.

            "I'll miss you, sweetheart!" Her mother cried with tear-filled eyes.

            "Have a nice time," her father added and gave her a big hug.

            "I will," the eleven-year old replied giddily and took off for the train, "Goodbye!"

            "We love you!" her parents called.

            It was that day that Lily's childhood ended and she grew up.