(A/N and Disclaimer) I do not own any of the original Harry Potter characters. All credit of course, goes to the wonderful J.K Rowling)
A girl, no older than 17 was rummaging through her oak closet, in a very tidy room. She began tossing outfits on her bed, looking for a certain "special" outfit. An expression of frustration mounted on her face. Frowning, she crossed her arms and walked towards her long mirror, which was sitting on her armoire. The girl looked at her reflection with a mixed reaction.
"Hmm… I'm so pale…" the girl said as she looked at her ivory face. She closed her eyelids and breathed in. After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and began to smile.
"Well… look at the bright side," said the girl smiling in the mirror. "I don't resemble a twig like Petunia, and maybe my red hair will turn auburn soon," said the girl smirking.
After looking in the mirror for a few more seconds, complaining more about her complexion, she heard a knock on her bedroom door. She turned around and cleared her throat.
"Come in," said the girl.
A tall, but frail looking girl with medium length blonde hair walked in and faced the girl, whom was her sister.
"Lily… Mother wants us downstairs for dinner," muttered the frail looking sister, not meeting her sister's eyes.
Lily sighed and tossed back her red hair and responded.
"Alright then, Petunia," sighed Lily, frowning at her sister's frail body.
Lily followed Petunia out of her room. A quick aroma of roast beef and gravy filled the air. She couldn't help, but feel extremely hungry. Lily always enjoyed her mother's cooking. Petunia, on the other hand never ate, only sneered. The sisters made their way into the formal dining room.
Mrs. Evans smiled at Lily. She always thought Lily was extremely gifted and was very intelligent. She often praised Lily, as her "Special daughter" and treated her with high respect. This made Petunia very jealous and distant from Lily.
Mrs. Evans warmly greeted her daughters to the table.
"Eat up good Lily, my darling. You are going away tomorrow, and I want you to have a wonderful dinner before you leave," said Mrs. Evans smiling at Lily. Petunia scowled at the food.
"I'm really excited, it's my last year at hogwarts," said Lily triumphantly, towards her mother and father.
Petunia rolled her eyes and placed a single bun on her plate and scowled at the rest of the food on the table.
Mrs. Evans looked at Petunia.
"Is there something wrong?" asked Mrs. Evans to her daughter. Petunia scowled furiously at her mother.
"I can't stand this! It's not fair that Lily gets a special dinner, special gifts, and special whatever, just because she's a freak!" cried Petunia, pointing at her sister. Lily frowned and looked away from Petunia.
Mr. Evans quickly responded, before his wife did.
"You know that is not the case. AND, how dare you call your sister a freak… Go to your room now!" shouted Mr. Evans, slamming his fist on the dinner table. His face glowed with rage and anger.
Petunia began to sob and ran up the stairs. Everyone grew silent, and quickly finished his or her meals. Lily helped her mother move the dishes into the kitchen. After the dishes were done, she kissed her mother and father goodnight and headed upstairs.
The upstairs was dark, and quiet. Lily figured that Petunia was already in bed. She entered her room and saw a few outfits lay on her bed from earlier. Lily began stuffing a few outfits, and school necessities in her suitcase. She was so preoccupied in packing last minute things, that she didn't hear her own sister creep into her room.
Petunia stared at her sister with hate. She turned to leave the room, but accidentally bumped into Lily's dresser.
Lily gasped.
"Petunia… You scared me. What do you think you're doing? Creeping up like that!" gasped Lily, placing her right hand on her chest to feel her heart beat.
Petunia bit her lip and narrowed her eyes on Lily
"Someday… you'll be sorry," whispered Petunia. She scowled at Lily, and walked out. Lily frowned as Petunia walked off. She could never understand Petunia and her ways.
After the odd encounter with Petunia, Lily got undressed and wore a pink nightgown (which didn't go so well with her red hair). She sighed and closed her eyes. The day flew by so fast, she thought. Tomorrow, she would be leaving on a train to go to Hogwarts. She imagined Petunia scowling at her during breakfast and refusing to watch her hop on the train. Soon, she fell asleep.
Lily climbed out of her bed in the middle of the night. Sweat was pouring on her face. She was sure; she just had woken from a very bad dream. Oddly enough, her room felt really cold, even though she was sweating immensely. Lily grabbed a sweater from her dresser and wandered out of her bedroom. Still cold and sweating, she walked down the upstairs hallway. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but the cold chill was still around. Unsatisfied, she walked down the staircase and moved into the kitchen. Lily could still feel the chill, even in the kitchen. From the corner of her eye, she saw the outside light flicker on and off, on and off from the kitchen window. At first she thought it was one of neighbors playing a prank, but the outside light kept flickering on and off. Curious, Lily walked outside. The light turned off and she felt an odd feeling that she wasn't alone…