Hi! Katie again. I'm not quite sure what chapter this is meant to be lol but I'll repost everything in the right order when I next see Elaine. Which will be soon!
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Chapter…I don't know what chapter this is!
Lily and her family decided to ignore the letter, it was probably just a prank from one of the boys at school. They often called Lily a witch because of her green eyes, so this sounded like one of the immature things that they would do. They normally just stuck to running up behind her and pushing her over saying that they were just seeing whether she could fly, but they didn't do that anymore, not since she had just bounced straight back up again.
Petunia kept insisting that witches and wizards didn't exist and that anyone that claimed that they had magic blood must be a freak. Then again, that was Petunia's answer to everything! If they didn't fit in then they were automatically categorised as either a loser or a freak.
Lily, however, felt like it was all strangely real. It would explain why weird things kept happening to her. Like the other day when she turned Petunia all those different colours, or when Petunia's rabbit suddenly grew extra long ears after Petunia refused to let Lily stroke him or the time when Petunia was suddenly glued to the floor. It seemed to happen when Lily got mad and there was no one that made her more angry than her sister, not even Mr Brown. It was Petunia's smugness and mistreatment of others that got on Lily's nerves. It made her mad just thinking about it.
One morning when Lily came downstairs for breakfast she found her mum at the front door arguing with the postman, who was frantically trying to push letters through the front door. Lily, not wanting to be seen, hid on the stairs.
"Really!" her mum said sighing with annoyance, "They are not for this house! I'm sure of it! Why would someone be sending us this amount of letters?"
"Listen lady, I was sent 'ere by me boss. This is numba four Privet Drive 'ain't it?" the man outside was saying. Lily would have said that he looked around thirty-five, maybe slightly older and he was getting extremely nervous.
"So that is you're only proof?" her mum argued, she could argue for England. Lily and Petunia tried their best to stay on the right side of her. "That your employer told you to bring them here?"
"Well, yeah." He said, shifting around. "Tha' an' this ruddy great sack load o' letters I've bin carryin' around all mornin'! Look!" he said, pointing to his bicycle, which had a trailer, attached to the back of it. Lily saw that there was an enormous sack of letters inside it, it reminded her of Father Christmas. Rose Evans looked from the man, to the bike and back to the man again.
"Well," she said finally, "let's see the letters then." The man reached into his pocket where he had stashed a couple of the letters and pulled them out. The envelope was dirty yellow in colour and was addressed in emerald green ink. It read Miss Lily Evans, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. Rose Evans flipped it over and sure enough it bore the same seal as before.
Lily was shocked. Someone obviously wanted to get through to her pretty badly. Lily's mum apologised to the postman and dragged the sack load of letters inside and put them on the kitchen table. Lily walked into the kitchen as if she was just coming down for breakfast. She was immediately bombarded with questions. Her mum wanted to know if she had signed any petitions, entered any competitions or given their address to a random company. Lily hadn't. They decided that the only sensible thing to do was to write back to the people asking them what they wanted. Rose Evans read through the letter but could find no return address so decided that if the letters didn't stop then she would go down to the post office and find out their origin.
That evening when they had finished eating their dinner Lily stayed behind in the kitchen to help her mum tidy the things away, something that Petunia would never dream of doing, but Lily was dying to talk about the letters.
"Mum," Lily began, "what if the letters are real, and this is a real school, and I am a witch, and I'm supposed to go there, and…." Lily's mother interrupted her with "Dream on Lils" and left the kitchen.
Lily got out one of the letters and sat down to read it through again, there had to be a way of getting hold of one of these people, since they wanted to get through to her very badly. Dear Miss Lily Evans, she read, you have been accepted into Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hogwarts, she seemed to recognise that name from somewhere. Maybe she didn't. Wait a minute! Wasn't that the school that Arabella Figg, the girl over the road, went to. Maybe it did exist then. But witchcraft and wizardry? Lily didn't believe in that stuff anymore! It might have appealed to her when she was about seven but not anymore, not now that she was growing up. Enclosed is a list of what you will need for school, we look forward to seeing you on September 1st. If you need any help just shout for us.
Lily read the last part over and over again. If you need any help just shout for us. Did that mean literally or just write like her mum thought? If you need any help just shout for us. It was a crazy idea, but worth a try. So Lily shouted "FOR US!" At that second there was a loud bang and a rather flustered looking woman appeared in Lily's kitchen. Lily didn't know whether to smile, scream or cry!
"Ah, you must be Miss Evans, I'm Professor Dreamstone, your new transfiguration teacher," the woman said. Lily was stunned.
"So this witch stuff is real?" Lily asked.
"Yes, Miss Evans, all this 'witch stuff' is real Miss Evans, now, where are you're parents, I should probably talk to them about all of this. Every year it's the same with the muggle families, every year! At least you had the sense to figure out what the letter meant! You won't believe how many people we get trying to contact us via the post office, it's terrible! We really need a more effective way! Anyway, you're parents?" Lily stood in awe watching the woman. "Miss Evans?" the teacher asked, this was often the reaction she got from people who had never seen a witch before.
Lily snapped out of it and took the woman through into her living room. As soon as Rose Evans saw the woman she leapt of the sofa and screamed.
"Calm down Mrs Evans! I am not going to hurt you or anything" Professor Dreamstone laughed. "I am Professor Ingrid Dreamstone from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Lily summoned me a couple of minutes ago and so I will answer any questions you may have."
"First of all," her father, Robert Evans, started, "is this all a big joke?"
"No! Absolutely not! I am a trained Professor, I spent four years training to be a teacher of transfiguration."
"Ok, second question," said her father, "what the hell is transfiggywhatsit?" he received sharp looks from his wife. "What? It's a fair question!"
"Transfiguration is a school subject which involves manipulating objects with magic to change shape and grow et cetera. The other school subjects include Herbology, Astronomy, Care of Magical Creatures, Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts."
"Woah!" said Robert Evans, "There are Dark Arts?"
"Yes, as with everything, wizard and muggle alike there are two sides to an argument. In the wizard world there have been people such as Grindlewand and you muggles have had Hitler."
"Ok, and what is a muggle?" asked Rose Evans. The conversation went on like this for at least another hour and ended when Professor Dreamstone decided that they'd had enough. Mr and Mrs Evans were getting very into it and were steadily asking more and more questions. Ingrid Dreamstone told them that she would be back tomorrow morning to help Lily get her school supplies from a place called Diagon Alley.
Lily couldn't sleep that night, not only was she to excited but Petunia was in the next room gossiping on the phone to her friend, Caroline Hawker. "Oh I know, it was so embarrassing wasn't it, I still can't believe she came wearing a bikini top! I wouldn't have left the house for weeks!"
Her mum who came into her room and opened her curtains waked Lily up at six o'clock the next morning. By half past seven she was sat watching children's television I the living room when there was a knock on the door. It matched the Professor's personality, sharp yet quiet. Robert and Rose Evans rushed to the door to greet the teacher and were followed by Lily. Petunia had been sent to her friend's house after protesting that Lily wasn't going to the school if she couldn't go too. She was just jealous.
Rose Evans opened the door to the strict face of Ingrid Dreamstone pushing her oval shaped glasses up her nose. Lily's mum welcomed her into their house and offered her a cup of tea. Professor Dreamstone explained that there wasn't enough time as she had only managed to link their house to the Floo network for an hour. It took a full twenty minutes to explain Flooing to the Evans' and after that they still didn't understand it properly.
Professor Dreamstone went in first. She stepped into their fireplace and disappeared with a flash of light. Mrs Evans winced as one of her ornaments toppled on top of her mantle piece. Lily went next. She stood in the fireplace, said "Diagon Alley" and threw the powder at her feet. The effect was immediate. She started spinning ferociously and a feeling of nausea swept through her body as she landed on a sunny, cobbled street.
When Mr Evans arrived he asked where they were and found out that they were somewhere in London, he found that fascinating. Shortly after Mrs Evans arrived and they set of in search of Lily's school things. Professor Dreamstone directed Lily off to Olivander's wand shop whilst she took Lily's parents into Flourish and Blotts, which looked like a bookshop.
Lily opened the shop door and entered a dark, dusty room which was lit with candles and had rows of shelves at the back of it.
"Hello?" Lily called into the darkness, "Hello? Is anyone there?" A figure slid across one of the shelves on a ladder.
"Ah, Lily Evans I presume?" a man said.
"Yes…how did you know that?" Lily asked.
"I know many things Miss Evans. Some worth knowing, some not. Some good, some bad. I know great things, great but terrible things. Now for your wand. Which is your wand hand?" Lily guessed that it was probably her right hand, as that was the hand she wrote with. "Try this one. 13 ¾" Maple wood with Unicorn hair" Lily took the wand and immediately a silver light shot out of it. "No! Try this! 9" Yew and Dragon Heartstring." She waved it and green bubbles with spikes on them flooded out. "Nope! Let's see. Try this one. 10 ½" Willow and Unicorn hair." She took it and the effect was instant. It felt as if it was breathing in time with her, this was definitely the one.
"Third time lucky I guess." He said jokily as she paid for her wand but said, "he will rise soon" dark and mysteriously as she left. She walked into the street and saw her mum and dad with Professor Dreamstone and her mum was carrying an owl!
"For you Lily! Ingrid here says that in the wizard world they use owls to carry post. It's so that you can keep in touch with us whilst you're at school." Her mum said, handing the cage to Lily. They went round and bought the rest of Lily's school things and then Professor Dreamstone left them with enough Floo Powder to get home (she had had a word with a ministry worker whilst they were there and he had hooked up Privet Drive to the network for the rest of the afternoon) and Lily's train ticket.
Rose and Robert Evans were proud of their daughter. From talking to Ingrid Dreamstone they found out that it would be useful to have a witch in the family. They celebrated for the rest of the evening and went to sleep feeling extremely happy.
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