A/N-Whoops, I forgot to add this too the last chapter. I do not own anything having to do with Harry Potter. I wish I did, but I do not. I do however own a couple of characters that I created.
Chapter 2
The starting of their Journey
Lily Evans was a normal 11-year-oldwitch-to-be. She was short for her age, but she was also unusually beautiful. She had long flowing red hair that was a little past her shoulders. Her smile was perfect. She never had to have braces or anything on her teeth. They were even naturally white. But her main trait was her bring emerald green eyes. Anyone who looked into them could just see all the beauty in this young girl.
Lily grew up just outside of London, England with her mother, father and her older sister Petunia. Since their father was an exceptionally good lawyer, the Evans family well endowed. Their house was very large decorated with many artifacts from all over the world.
On the second floor there were four bedrooms. One was the master bedroom. The another two belonged to Lily and Petunia. But, Lily hardly ever entered her bedroom. Lily had her own place in the attic, which was not even an attic because it was furnished like another living area. Lily spent most of her time up there reading buy the baywindow and writing many of her exciting storys that dipicted her going to new and exciting places away from her family. She had decorted the room with pictures she had draw to go along with her stories, most of them dipicting Petunia being eaten by something, falling from a huge height, or just plain suffering her death. They walls were also decorated with beautiful pictures of her favorite flowers, rose's and lily's.
"Lily, Lily!" yelled her sister in her annoying cackling voice of her. Lily could hear Petunia pounding up the stairs to her secret hide-out from a retched life. Lily blocked out the noise and contiuned to read by the sunlight in the window. Petunia then barged into the attic and pushed the book, "The war of the Worlds." out of Lily's hands. "Hey! Give that back!" Oh shut itLily! Mum just told me to give this letter to youbecause you got it in themail. You and go back to your precious book now." At that Petunia threw the letter in Lily's lap and skipped out of her room humming some song bythe Beatles.
As Lily was about to pick up her book on the ground, Lily found something odd about the letter. The writing on the envolpe was written in beautiful green handwritting. But that wasnt the odd thing about it. The odd thing about the envolpe was the way it was adressed to Lily.
Ms.Lily Evans
Number 1 Angle Wood Crest
Attic on the top-most floor
London, England.
"How could this person know where I was at in my house?" Lily thought to herself. She turned over the envelope. It was sealed with a red sticker. "Hog-warts. Hogwarts?" said Lily trying to pronounce the name on the seal correctly. Lily ripped open the envelope, and also tried not to rip the whole thing to shreds, and she succeeded. Has Lily began to open the envelope; she saw the familiar green-inked handwriting again. Lily opened the envelope and then began to read out loud:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Ms. Evans,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of necessary books and equipment.
Term begins September 1. We await your owl by no later then July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagal
Deputy Headmistress
"What the bloody hell is this?" said Lily. She was staring at the letter like it was a lion about to pounce on her. "MUM! DAD!" yelled Lily as she ran threw her room, opened the door and ran down the stairs leading to the second floor. "MUM! DAD! WHERE ARE YOU?" yelled Lily as she stood the foot of the second stairs leading to the entrance hall. "Jesus Mary and Joseph! What are you yelling about Lily?" said her mother as she came from the study. "What is this letter?" said Lily handing the letter to her mother as her father came into the room from his office.
Lily's mother scanned the letter and mumbled the letter out loud. Her father read over her mother's shoulder. He was 6'3, her mother being 5'3. "Oh Lily!" said her mother as she pulled her into a lung-crushing hug. "Wh-what? What's going on? What does this letter mean mum?" said Lily trying to pull her mother away from her. "Lily!" said her mother backing away with tears in her eyes. "Your a witch! Oh I'm so happy for you!" said her mother pulling her into yet another painful huge. "What do you mean I'm a witch? Witches aren't real mum!" said Lily. She was starting to get irritated from her mothers cries of joy. Lily could feel her dad pulling her mum away from his Lily. "Lily, my grandmother and motherwere a witches." said herfather. "How can this be? Witches aren't real!" "Lily, yes they are." said her father smiling at her. "How come you never told me then?" said Lily. "Because we didn't want to you to get scared. And, we didn't know if you really were, and if you weren't, we didn't want you to be too disappointed. Lily was still looking at her mom and dad like they were crazy. "What the hell is all the commotion about?" said Petunia coming down the stairs. "Stop cursing! And, your sister is a witch! She just got her letter!" said her mother pulling Lily into yet another painful huge. "Mum! Stop it!" said Lily. "We are going to Diagon Alley to get your things tomorrow!"said her father"Where?" "Diagon Alley, it's where you buy your school supplies dear." said her dad as he pulled her into a nice comfortable huge. "Oh ok." said Lily as she pulled away and began to go back to her attic. Petunia gave her an evil stare. "Freak. I knew something was wrong with you." "Go to hell Petunia." "MUM!"
"James! You got your letter from Hogwarts!" yelled Mr. Potter as he pounded up the stairs to his son's bedroom. "Really! Yes!" James poking his head out from his bedroom. "Yes, here you go James!" Mr. Potter handed the letter to his son.
James Potter was a normal 11-year-old wizard-to-be. He had round black glasses and hazel/brown eyes. He was pretty tall for an 11-year-old boy. He also had jet-black hair that made him look very manly, even though he was only 11. His hair was always messed up, and ever since he was born, it felt like, his mother complained about it. "James! Can I just at least trim it!" his mum would always say. He hated it more then ever.
Just like Lily's family, James's family were very rich. Mr. Potter was head auror at the Ministry and his mother was a healer at St.Mungo's. They were also very well off with a three story house in Godrick Hollow. James had a room with his own bathroom and spent, what felt like it to his parents, more then his life in his room. He was always pulling practical jokes on the family. He had no siblings, but relatives that didn't live with them came to visits often.
James opened the letter his father just gave him. "Just like dear old mum and dads letters." said James to himself as he threw the letter on his massive desk. He then just sat back down on his bed and continued reading a book about quiddict. "I'm defiantly going to try out for Quddict in my second year. Chaser maybe." said James to himself. "JAMES!" yelled Mrs. Potter from downstairs. James poked his head out from his room again. "Yes mum?" yelled James back to her. "Were going to the Diagon Alley tomorrow!" "OK!"
