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All four of the Evans family members sat at the dining room table. Each were in heavy discussion on just how another patch of daisies had sprung up in their garden overnight. It had been the third time that week, and each and every single daisy was a pearly shade of white. Not that Lily minded of course; they reminded her of a certain dark-haired boy who had left exactly a week ago. She missed him terribly, and the daisies help to ease the pain a little.

"Bloody Daisies everywhere in my garden! I bet those hoodlums down the street planted them!" Mr. Evans shouted.

"Oh yes of course father, the masterminds that they are knew that the only way to sabotage your happiness was to plant Daisies in your garden. Why didn't I see it before?" Lily said and smirked to herself.

Lily excused herself from the table, not caring to discuss the matter anymore. She trudged up the stairs and into her room. She sat on the edge of the bed, caught up in her own silent reviere. There were times (now more than ever) where she felt rather...bored. There wasn't much to do without...well...you know.

Tap, Tap, Tap

She stood up from the bed, and turned toward the window. There, perched on the windowsill, was a rather tiny owl. He sat there patiently waiting for her to respond. She realized he held within is beak a letter. She walked towards him and grabbed the letter. The cover read:

To Miss Lily Evans

17778 Sienna Drive

Second bedroom on the left

Surrey

From: Hogwarts School of

Witchcraft and Wizardry

She unsealed the letter and scanned it from left to right, almost not willing to believe the words.

Dear Mrs. Evans,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We are aware that you are muggleborn (non-magic parents) and have enclosed a list of directions on how to access magical locations, such as Diagon Alley, where you shall buy your school supplies. Your supply list and train ticket is enclosed as well. Term begins September 1st, and you will be boarding Platform 9 3/4. If at anytime you feel you need assistance in the magical world, please fill free to contact me through owl communications. This particular owl knows where to contact me. Be aware, that if you choose to accept this world, it will open up an entire new chapter in your life. It is your decision to make. Enjoy the rest of your summer.

Sincerely,

Headmaster Dippet

She reread the letter again, not fully comprehending the words the first time. How could you believe something like that? Was it a joke? Some ploy? Her world had seemed completely normal up until this point, until this moment. For a instant she didn't know how to respond. Then she turned to the owl.

"Could you wait her a moment? Oh what the hell am I doing talking to a bloody bird!"

She quickly ran down the stairs to find her mother. Lily could always count on her mother for security, and though she knew this was even to much for her to handle, she chose to trust her mother rather than her fear. She slowly made her way down the stairs, to find her mother picking up the dishes from the dining room table. She quickly went over to her and spoke.

"Mum, can I speak with you?"

"Yes of course. What is it Lily?" she spoke with a gentle tone, placing the dishes upon the table again.

"Okay what I'm about to give you will make no sense whatsoever, but I need you to not freak out, cry, or scream at all, okay? An owl gave this to me this morning and well..."

"Lily what are you-"

Lily had just shoved the letter into her mother's hands. She watched in horror as her mother began to read the letter. Her eyes grew wide, and her fingers began to tremble. She took a quick glance at Lily, then back to the letter. When she had finished, it became apparent that her mother was completely mystified.

"Mum are you okay?"

Her mother just stared at her, unable to speak. Lily had never seen her mother like this. It seemed as though she could only focus on one thing, and that was...well...Lily. It was then that Mr. Evans walked into the dining room.

"Emily, you look as though you seen your cousin Margaret again. You never could stand her could you?"

Lily watched as her mother failed to respond.

"Emily are you alright?"

Her mother turned to look at him. Timidly, (and rather shakily) she gave the letter to him. It was her mother's turn to tremble with fear as he read the letter. A smile grew on his face before he spoke.

"Rubbish. All of it. Must be the pranksters down the street or something Lily."

"But Dad..." she thought for a moment before she spoke. Why was she trying to convince him of this? She had no proof and couldn't justify any of it.

RING!

The doorbell had just rang. All three looked up and Mr. Evans went to answer the door. It was their neighbor, Mrs. Dawson, in a rather hideous looking dress.

"Hello Amelia, what brings you here?"

"Did she get the letter then? Oh I've been waiting for a new one!"

"What letter?" Mr. Evans asked.

"Her Hogwarts letter o'course!" She said rather happily.

Lily simply stared at the women, not knowing whether to praise her or be frightened. Her mother looked at her, about ready to faint. Her father, once again, simply smiled.

"Ah, pranksters got you too. I guess they rounded up the neighborhood then."

"Pranksters! No it is real George! How can I explain this in simple terms. There is a wizarding world. I'm a witch, and your daughter here seems to have become one too. The Headmaster only just informed me yesterday, wanker."

"A witch? Have you been taking your medication Amelia?"

"Oh for Chrissake, look!"

She pulled a small, thin looking stick. She grasped it tightly and muttered something underneath her breath, pointing to a rather dead plant on top of the counter. The plant instantly sprang to life. Excitement suddenly overtook all three, and each began their questioning.

"Woah! How did you do that?" replied Lily.

"Magic! Like I've been trying to tell you! Hard to believe, yes, but true nonetheless."

"So you are saying my daughter can perform magic? Go ahead girl try it!" replied Mrs. Evans.

"NO! She can't, she's not of age yet, she can't perform anything!" said Mrs. Dawson.

"Of age? How long to we have to wait before that happens?" replied a rather giddy Mr. Evans.

"Seventeen. She has to be seventeen."

"So this school, the magic, all of this is real?" said Lily.

"Yes like I've been trying to explain! Look, I understand your daughter needs her supplies and I will be willing to take her if you choose to accept her...gift."

All three looked at each other. Lily wanted to believe this with all her might. She wanted this to happen. Her parents, reading her expression, gave her the answer.

"Okay. She can go. But how will we reach her when the time comes?"

"There are owls much like the one your daughter received this morning that will allow you communication through letters. I will return on the 31st of August to get your daughter and her supplies. She will spend the night with me and board the train in the morning. Right then, I'll be off."

She left swiftly, leaving the Evans' with a mixture of shock and excitement on their faces. Each began talking of what was to come, and how they would react when it did. It was then that each heard a distinct mutter coming from the stairs.

"Freak!"

There was shuffling, then a sound of marching up the stairs. Lily decided she cared less what Petunia thought anymore. She hoped this school taught her how to make Petunia disappear for more than just a second...

James Potter lay upon his bed, with a lazy grin on his face. He had just received his letter, and was excited about what was to come. He knew what to expect, and thought about Quidditch more often than usual. He was striving to be captain someday, and knew he would at least try to make team first year. The first year was a the beginning of a wizard's life, and he felt joy arising from him because of that fact. He just wished he could share it with someone else...

Crash!

A bludger had just flown through his window. He peaked his head through the now broken glass, only to see his new friend smiling at him.

"Sirius! What the hell do you think you're doing out there mate?"

"Just trying to get your attention! Been calling your house for an hour now!"

"That doesn't mean you can just break my window!"

"Sorry, mate. I hope my charming good looks will persuade you to forgive me!" he yelled.

"Oh of course! How can I not forgive that face!" said James sarcastically.

"Good. You want to play some Quidditch at the field near Porknut St.? I hear loads of girls hang out there to watch some fifth years play. Maybe we could join in or something."

"Yea sure. Let me just throw my shoes on and I'll be down."

He hastily put on his shoes, taking a quick glance at his Hogwarts letter once more. He had a week to get his supplies, but that didn't matter. He was just excited about thinking about the kind of magic he would do there, glad he'd at least have one person to share it with.

Lily awoke on Sept. 1st feeling rather nervous. Her mind was racing, trying to establish some feeling of normalcy within herself. All of that flew out the window when the word that had been flashing through her mind from about a week ago. Magic. It just erased everything she ever knew about the world. She quickly got dressed, not wanting to think about it anymore. She placed her supplies in her trunk rather hurriedly (it just reminded her of it even more), and went to meet Mrs. Dawson in the lobby. They had stayed in a place called the Leaky Cauldron, full of witch and wizards alike. She pulled out of her thoughts to find Mrs. Dawson sitting in the lobby, talking to the barman. Lily hesitantly walked over to her, not wanting to ruin their conversation.

"Ah Miss Evans, good morning! Ready to go? " Mrs. Dawson asked cheerily.

"Sure." she said, not feeling as confident as she sounded.

Mrs. Dawson stood up from her chair, said fairwell to the barman, and turned toward the door. They were headed for the Hogwarts Express.

James placed what was left of his school supplies in his trunk. He had waited for this day for such a long time that he couldn't believe it was finally here. Complete euphoria filled him as he brought his trunk down the stairs. His father had arranged a Ministry car to take him to King's Cross.

"You ready son?" his father asked.

"Absolutely. Dad, Sirius asked me to pick him up on the way, do you mind?"

"No it's fine. Lets hurry now, come on."

James walked out the door. He placed his belongings in the trunk of the car and opened the side door. His father sat in the front seat, and soon they were off to the Hogwarts Express.

"Alright dear, it's time for me to go. Good luck during school. I'll pick you up at the end of term right here okay?"

"Yeah, alright. Thanks Mrs. Dawson."

"Anytime dear."

Lily hopped up and boarded the train. She started to walk to down the path of the compartment, finally settling in to an empty one. She sat nearest to the window, curious to the scenery she would soon see. Then she heard a soft knock on the door. She looked up to see a nervous looking girl standing within the entrance way. Her hair was a light shade of brown, and very wavy. Her eyes were a piercing blue, almost enticing.

"Can I sit here? There doesn't seem to be any compartments left so..."

"Of sure of course!" Lily said cheerily.

"My name is Scarlett. What's yours?

"Lily. Nice to meet you."

"You as well."

Lily began to fiddle with her hands, not knowing what to say next. "So um...nervous?"

"Yeah. Definitely nervous." Lily was pleasantly surprised that she wasn't the only one.

"Me too. I'm muggleborn, you see."

"Oh! Well then your probably loads more nervous than me then!" she replied laughing.

"Yea! I mean there is so much I don't know..."

The two girls carried the conversation, most of which Scarlett was talking. Lily was fascinated about Scarlett told about the wizarding world, and did nothing but listen most of the time. It was all new for her, and she was willing to learn as much about it as she possibly could.

James followed Sirius towards an empty compartment, really not paying attention to his surroundings. When Sirius finally pulled into a compartment, James sat across from him, and pulled out a deck of cards.

"Want to play Exploding Snap?" replied James.

"Yea. I need to get rid of my nerves."

"What do you have to be nervous about?"

"The girls, mate! Whole new range of them now. I've been preparing for this my whole life!"

"Your such a wanker Sirius! All you ever think about is girls!"

"Harsh but true."

They both laughed at this and continued playing Exploding Snap. That is until they heard a knock on the door.

"All the other compartments are full. Can my friend and I sit here?"

The boy looked about ready to faint. He was fairly tall, and had short brown hair. He had cuts on his arms, and looked as though he had seen a ghost. The boy behind him was another story. He had blond hair that was cut to his shoulders. He was also rather small, at least compared to the first. Overall he looked rather dishevelled.

"Yea sure. What's your names?" Sirius asked.

The first boy spoke. "My name is Remus, and this is Peter." Peter waved at the two boys shakily.

Boom!

Sirius laughed then replied. "I'm Sirius and this now ash-filled face is James."

"Thanks for the introduction Sirius, you made me look really good." He began wiping his face off with his hands.

"No problem. Your fault though mate. Sit down guys. "

Remus and Peter sat on either side of Sirius and James. Each just sat there, nervous about how to start a conversation. Then (of course) Sirius spoke.

"Anyone know any good pranks? I feel the need to laugh and I'm afraid that it has to be at someone else's expense."

All four of the boys smiled mischievously and laughed.

"My uncle taught me a spell to change the color of a person's hair. Want to try it?" asked Remus.

"Yea!" said both Sirius and James.

"There's a compartment full of girls right next to us. Should we give it a go?" asked Peter.

"I don't see why not." said James.

"This is the start of a beautiful relationship gentleman." replied Sirius.

Indeed it was.

The Hogwarts Express had finally come to a stop. All of the First years had been told to change into there robes only minutes before. Scarlett had told Lily all about the sorting hat, and soon Lily became nervous. Millions of thoughts ran through her head. What if she didn't like the house she was sorted into? What if she tripped up on the way up in front of the whole school? She found herself fidgeting as she stepped off the train to Hogwarts. Then she heard shouting.

"YOU FOUR OVER HERE NOW!"

Lily and Scarlett watched as four boys trudged up to meet a tall, vulgar looking man. Lily tried to look at the boys faces, but could only see the backs of their heads.

"So you think it's funny to change a muggleborn's hair color do you?" said the man.

"With all do respect sir, we didn't know she was muggleborn!" replied the tall, brown haired boy.

"We were just looking for a little fun sir." replied the smallest of the four.

"FUN! YOU CALL TURNING A GIRL'S HAIR PINK FUN?"

"I'm afraid to answer that sir." said another boy, clearly amused with the situation he was in.

"What my dear friend Sirius meant to say was that he deeply regrets what he did to the girl and will look for...alternative ways to amuse himself." said the last of the boys.

"I will excuse you this once boys, because it is your first year. But be warned, if you proceed in your childish antics I will have to choice but to punish you, understand?"

"Yes sir." All four muttered.

"Good. Off you go then."

Lily looked to see their faces. The tall boy looked as though he had just gotten into a fight with someone clearly bigger than him. She noticed he had many cuts on his arms. The tiny one was shaking with fear, clearly scared for his life. The next boy had long straight hair, and was, if she had to say so, really handsome. He held a smirk upon his face and was nearly laughing. And the last...

Lily stood, her heart almost beating out of her chest. She couldn't believe he was just standing there. At first she thought she was imaging things. He couldn't be here, he just couldn't. Just then her mind began to work again.

"JAMES POTTER YOU...YOU..."

James looked up. He saw what he clearly did not expect. He nearly stopped breathing looking at her. There stood the girl he had left only days ago. The girl who, in his opinion, could be called muggle by anyone in the wizarding world. And yet there she was, looking at him with pure fury. He didn't know what to do. He finally thought to do something.

James walked over to her cautiously, not wanting to upset her. He was scared; he knew what this girl was capable of . He spoke when he reached her.

"Lily what are you doing here!"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT AM I DOING HERE! ISN'T THAT OBVIOUS?"

"Lily be quiet! I don't need to get in trouble more than once today!"

"DON'T YOU COMMAND ME YOU...YOU...LIAR!" Lily was clearly in hysterics.

"I DIDN'T LIE TO YOU! I JUST...DIDN'T TELL YOU THAT'S ALL!"

"WHY? DIDN'T YOU TRUST ME?"

"LILY OF COURSE I DO! IT'S JUST A PRETTY BIG SECRET TO TELL! BESIDES, IT'S NOT LIKE YOU TOLD ME!"

"I JUST FOUND OUT YOU PRAT!"

Just then the two heard another shouting.

"ALRIGHT ALL FIRST YEARS INTO THE BOATS! FOUR TO EACH, LETS GO!".

"Okay you two...time to go... finish the argument later..." Sirius said as he pulled James in the other direction. James reluctantly left, clearly not finished with his side of the argument.

"Dear James, could you have gotten any louder? I think there is a couple fifty miles away that didn't hear you though...shame." Sirius muttered as they left.

James ignored his comment. His mind filled with questions. What was she doing here? She's was a witch? How had he not seen it before? All of that didn't matter now. She was here, and he would have to deal with it.

"Come Lily there loading the boats! You can deal with this later!" shouted Scarlett, already heading towards an empty boat.

Lily walked away, shocked about what had just happened. She went into the boat and sat next to Scarlett, along with two other girls she didn't know the names of. She didn't care at the moment. All that mattered now was her fury toward James.

Alright I'm cutting it there. Don't worry I'll put the sorting and the Lily/James action in the next chapter. Oh jeez I hope you like it! Thanks for the comments already, it means a lot.