Author's Note: Sorry people, I know that there are a couple of mistakes on my chapters. For some reason, when I transfer documents from Word Perfect to Fanfiction, it pushes some words together, and as I am not perfect I can't find all the mistakes and correct them. Them, when I post the chapters, I can't go back and correct my mistakes. Again, I'm really sorry, and if you find mistakes other than the odd words that are forced together, can you review and tell me that. My friends are great and all, but they aren't telling me what's wrong with my story, all they say is that it's awesome. If you can tell me what you like and don't like about my story, I'll be REALLY happy, and I'll continue this story for a while more. If people can't give me something to get information from then I'm probably going to be stopping this story. Thanks! (Amanda doesn't write these stories, I do, so don't give her any credit, lol!) If some of the information is wrong, like about J.K. Rowling's characters, please inform me.

Disclaimer: Same as always, and no, I'm not going to write the whole thing over again, for each chapter, it doesn't change, so I don't see why I should write it again and again.

Chapter 3

The World I'm Doomed to Live in

I'm a witch? It would make sense, and it would explain what just happened. Tuna is right, I am a freak. At this realization, I broke down in tears. This startled everyone into action. Tuna walked up to me and slapped me hard, right across the cheek, "You freak! How dare you do that to Vernon! He didn't deserve that, and what he said was true, everything! From now on you aren't my sister, and are in no way related to me, neither are they if they let you go to that freak school!" she yelled, nodding towards our, no my parents. Mum was looking near tears, and Daddy... Daddy was REALLY angry. Mr. Potter and Mrs. Potter were looking proud, and James, Peter, Sirius, and Remy's faces were stuck between awestruck and horrified.

Mrs. Potter came up to me and said, "There, there dear, it'll be alright, you'll see. You're a witch, the first one in ages from your mother's side of the family. Your mother is a squib, which means that while she was born from a witches family, she had no magical talent. Your father however, is a muggle, but your mother told him all about our world, because you see, Allan is a wizard and I'm a witch." she finished, while taking out her wand. Now, I'm just going to fix this table, and then you'll know for sure that magic is real. Ah yes, I can see that you want to believe, but you're having your doubts. That's easily remedied, "Reparo!" she shouted out. All the glass pieces were put back together, there wasn't a broken piece left, no proof that the table had even broken at all.

Amazed, I walked over to the table and put my hand across the surface. "Magic is real, I thought it was a joke, people like to play jokes on me." I said a little sadly towards the end.

"Well, it doesn't matter if you are magical, I don't care, you aren't going to this Hogwarts, school. Petunia's right, it just makes you more of a freak, and me and Petunia are leaving this house if you go to that school. That's final!" Daddy said sternly, while reading the letter.

"Daniel Evans, you are not going to tell my daughter what she can or can not do. If Lily wishes, she may go to Hogwarts, if she doesn't want to, then she doesn't have to. Its HER decision, not yours, nor mine. Let her choose what she wants, and if you don't like her decision, then we are just going to have to send Lily and Petunia away for a while, just until we sort this out, and other things as well. Now, that's final!" Mum told Daddy, looking at him with a look that I hadn't seen before... Dislike? Hate, maybe? I don't understand that, they've always loved each other before, haven't they. I guess they are going to decide to split apart, like they do in the movies, and make us decide who's home we want to stay in. After Mum had her say, Daddy and Tuna just glowered at her.

I suppose love doesn't always last forever, but it does hurt when the people you love leave doesn't it? Jesus, don't they know how to control their hate? I started to whimper and hold my head, gosh, it feels like my head is exploding. The world is bursting into all the colors of the rainbow, I didn't know James had a twin... Hey! There are two of everyone, no, Mum has three.

"Lily dear, are you all right?" Mrs. Potter asked me.

"I don't think so, Mrs. Potter. Could you please tell Tuna and Daddy to tone down their hate a little? It hurts so much, my head feels like it's about to explode." with that said, I, having not seen any reason to stay awake, fell into a dead faint. Later on I found out that James caught me before I fell to the ground. Lucky me, right?

Of course, Mrs. Potter insisted that I be taken to the hospital. I don't know that until I woke up screaming because I had what I thought was a nightmare, it was scary, there was a man who had ghostly white skin, a snake-like face, and glowing crimson eyes. He was standing over the corpse of a dead women, laughing, laughing... Even now I'm shivering when I think about it. When I started screaming, nurses flew in and started checking my temperature, checking my heart rate and blood pressure, and asking me questions like, "Do you still have a head ache? Do you feel nauseous? Why were you screaming? Did you have a nightmare? What was it about? "

Then,I, annoyed, crabby, and about to throttle one of the nurses said, "Please, for heavens sake, SHUT UP! If you want to know if I had a head ache, no I didn't, but now I most certainly do. Yes, I had a nightmare, and no I don't want to tell you what itwas about. Yes, I do feel slightly sick. Does that answer your questions?"

"It would seem as though Miss Evans doesn't wish to be disturbed, and though I'm terribly sorry Miss Evans that you are feeling unwell, I need to ask you some questions, and in return, you may ask what you wish. I may not answer, but you may ask your questions." said a man with twinkling blue eyes, half-moon spectacles, a long silver-haired beard, and a dress with planets on it. He expects me to talk to him? Did he escape the psychopathic ward?

"No, Miss Evans, I didn't escape the psychopathic ward." he said, his eyes twinkling at me. How did he do that? I didn't ask that question out loud. OH! I get it, there's a wand sticking out of his pocket, he must be a wizard, and he must've done some magic thingy to see what I was thinking.

"You're absolutely correct Miss Evans, I should have known that a smart young individual like you would have the powers." twinkle eyes said.

"With all due respect sir, stop calling me Miss Evans, my name is Lily, the 1st thing I'd like to know is, what in the world is your name? The 2nd thing I'd like to know is, could you please stop reading my mind? Lastly, what do you mean, what powers do I have, I mean I know that I'm a witch, but something's telling me that there is more to what you said then most would think?" I asked, somewhat annoyed at his lack of manners and courtesy.

Beaming at me he said, "My name is Albus Dumbledore, I'm the headmaster of Hogwarts. I'm very sorry that I didn't say it before, and I'm also sorry about how I kept reading your mind."

"I didn't think you'd figure it out." He added sheepishly a few minutes later.

I fumed for a few moments thinking, "Did he just inadvertently say that I'm not smart? Didn't he say that he should have known that a smart young individual like me would have the powers? He just bloody contradicted himself! " "Again sir, I'd like to ask what you meant by me having THE powers. I'm getting kind of frustrated with your constant talk,it iscontradictory and offensive, Headmaster." I said, stressing the, the in my sentence.

Somewhat startled by my outburst he said, "Well, you currently have elemental powers, you're a seer, and you have empathic abilities, which means that you can feel other's emotions. Which is also why you at St. Mungo's, our world's hospital. You're going to need to learn Occlumency and Legimency so that you don't hurt yourself if you feel someone's emotions, and so that you can control your emotions, we don't want a repeat of what happened yesterday night, now do we, Lily?"

"I suppose not, but he deserved it!" I cried out, not at all caring that I sounded like the 6 year old girl Pig said I was.

"Of course he did," Dumbledore said indulgently as a grandfather would say when visiting his grandchildren, and they were acting childish.

"Oh, and quit with the grandfather act, it doesn't work with me, and treat me as a person, not as though I'm an awful child, who needs to be indulged when she says something childish. Thank you for telling me of my powers, but if my father has his way, I'll be kept far away from your school, so don't count on me being there." I said nastily, really, that act of his was getting old, and I don't appreciate random people coming to visit me telling me I have all sorts of powers.

"Alright," Dumbledore said gravely. "I won't treat you like a child, but I need to know what your nightmare was about. Remember every detail that you can, every piece of information is crucial if it's about what I think it is."

Eyeing him suspiciously, I said, "It was an old fashioned mansion, big and with too many rooms, you know? There was a blonde haired woman, she lay there dead, I couldn't see her face. This guy, he was there, he was tall, had black hair, ghostly white skin, glowing crimson eyes, and had a snake-like face. He was standing there laughing there was a pool of blood that lay around him... He was laughing, laughing..." I said, rocking myself back and forth, remembering how terrifying he looked, and as I sat there, I found things I hadn't seen in the dream, things I just seemed to be finding out, maybe I was a seer... "Earlier, he was torturing that women, she screamed and screamed, he kept asking her,

"Where is she?"

She would always answer, "I'll never tell you!" then he'd torture her some more, it was awful. Then, it was as if he had suddenly gotten tired of their endless question, answer, then torture, he killed her. He said, "Avada Kedarva!" There was a flash of green light, and then she lay there, blue eyes glassy, and pale skin that glittered with blood from the torture. The oddest thing is, she looked...She looked just like Mum." I finished quietly.

Dumbledore sighed heavily, "Thank you Lily, I'll find out who it was, but I have a suspicion of who it might be. I'm hoping that it won't be who I'm thinking it is...If it is, then it won't be good for anyone, not for anyone." he said, sadly, as if the whole world laid on his shoulders. Then again, maybe it did...

"Your welcome, Professor." I said, a little awkwardly, after all, what was I supposed to say? I spilled all of my vision, to a man old enough to be my grandfather, a man who I just now met. Its weird, how life turns out right? Life is weird, painful, but sometimes, when you least expect it, it gives you a few happy memories, that'll last you a life time. Not saying that this is one of those times, because, I had a vision that someone died, I'm in the hospital, and well for some reason, that doesn't exactly strike me as a happy moment that'll be recorded in history, and it doesn't strike me as a Kodak moment either. That day will always be etched in my mind, forever. Not for its happy memories, though...

The doctor (sorry, Healer) wanted me to stay for a couple of days, but I put on my puppy eyes, and pout with extra strength, so he reluctantly let me leave with the solid promise that if I feel any signs that I'd faint, or if I felt bad in any way that I'd come back to St. Mungo's. Skipping I walked into the lobby where everyone else was.

Tuna looked up at me, her eyes shadowed with emotions, and the hatred, pain, and sadness that flowed off of her in waves had me stepping back a couple of steps. If that's what Tuna's emotions felt like, then Daddy's emotions were way worse, his emotions were crazy, they were going at an alarming rate.

"Daddy," I started to ask himtimidly, "what's wrong?"

"Don't talk to me," he said, his voice sounding strained, "don't come near Petunia, or me. Don't try and contact us, pretend that you killed us, just like you killed..." He broke off there, his voice breaking towards the end.

Confused, I asked him, "Why Daddy? What did I do? I know I'm a witch, but it can't be that bad, I mean, I'm still your daughter, Lily. Where's Mum? I wanted to talk to her, I mean, its not every day that you find out that you are a witch, and that your Mum is a squib." I ended cheerfully.

"Shut up!" He yelled. I shrank back at the pure hatred that pored out of his voice, and through his movements. "You have no right to talk about your mother, just after she died. How can you be cruel enough to talk about her as if she were alive? You are a witch Lily, certainly, I found that out, when we found your mother dead, at the Potter Mansion. She lay there in all that blood... Apparently some maniac named Voldymort killed her, because you're not just a witch, you're a powerful one. So, excuse me if I'm not dancing with joy that you're a witch. Just so you know, as of next week Tuesday, you won't have neither parent, nor sister. I'm disowning you, so do what you want, go to orphanage, or better yet, kill yourself, that way you won't kill anyone else." with that, he took Tuna's hand and led her to the door, and left, slamming the door, hard. So hard that a diagram of a 3 that we like to think is ours (like the Valentine's day ones.) was fell off the shelf, it fell down, down, when it finally hit the ground, it shattered. Just like mine just did...Just like mine just did...