Author's Note: Please R & R!
Summary: Things would have been so different had Lily been a Seer…
Lily woke up with almost no recollection of the previous day. She just woke up with, of course, the regular bad breath and the greatest urge to go to the bathroom but not get up. Then she remembered. She could just make the bathroom come to her and not the other way around. She giggled again. She always managed to make herself laugh, not out of conceit, but she was really a funny person.
But Lily got up anyway.
She came down to breakfast in about five minutes, having a rather delighted Petunia greet her (apparently that Vernon boy "remembered" her from school and sent her a letter) and hot pancakes put on her plate. "Morning, Tuna,"—"Stop that!"—"Thanks, Mama."
"You're very welcome, Lily. This morning I sent a letter to that Professor McGonagall, asking her some questions…" Mrs. Evans started. Lily sat bolt upright, eager to find out what she could about her unique abilities. "A witch or wizard, such as yourself, goes to a school, like Hogwarts, to learn more about your abilities and to, as she said, enhance them." Lily remembered what Tuna had said last night. What their mother had just said was basically an extended version.
"Lily," Mr. Evans said, sounding grave but not displeased, "this is your choice. Professor McGonagall says you can say no if you don't want to go. But as your father, I really feel that you have that choice. And she sent a letter to you." With that, he handed her yet another piece of parchment.
Dear Miss Evans,
I suppose you will find it strange that I am writing to you personally, but this is essential for you to know. Whether or not you go to Hogwarts is your choice, and it is yours alone. (Unless your parents decide for you.) You have, as I said in my previous letter, until July 31st—that is three weeks from now—to decide.
Please consider that the Wizarding World may one day be in great need of a person who has ability such as yours; and nobody else can have those, even if they try impersonating you. There are limits, you know, even with magic. Trust me on that.
Sincerely,
Professor McGonagall
P.S. If you want to know where to get your books and other things, go to London. If there is a small pub that only you seem to see, go through that and you'll find some more answers there!
"Now what?" she said to herself. She seriously thought about going. It sounded interesting, but what if it was one of those things where you couldn't ever turn back? Lily looked around at the kitchen. She might never see that familiar atmosphere again… no silver-and-black stove… no black tiled sink and counter… no wine-red cabinets… and worst of all, the family in it, including the kittens…
"Excuse me," she finally said aloud. She walked past a prancing Petunia, up the stairs and into her room. She sank onto the bed. Indeed, now what? Lily reached under her bed and pulled out a yellow notebook. Her name was on it, in bold blue letters. This was her diary.
She didn't write in it often. It was one of those things she kept for "emergencies" such as times, like this, in which she could not come to a decision. Lily got out her purple pen, and began to confide in her diary.
This is SO complicated… no, really. I mean, how many times in your life will you encounter something like this? It's not as if it happens everyday. Okay, maybe to the wizards, it does… but this is just surreal. I mean, if I choose to go… great, right? I get to develop my powers and learn some new things. I can do basic things now. And I'm sure they'll teach other things in magic school. But what if nothing's ever the same again? What if I lose my old friends?
But if I don't go, I'll probably die of curiosity of what might-have-been. And what if the magical world DOES need me one day. To top things off, I'm bored and Tuna's currently fawning over Vernon Dursley, the one and only obese jock on this planet.
Lily stopped and closed the notebook. Then she scribbled something on the back of Professor McGonagall's letter, tied it to the leg of the owl (which had followed her into her room) and sent it out the window.
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A/N: Please review! Did you like this chapter? It doesn't have a lot going for it, though.