A/n: Welcome one and all to "Fairy Dust 2- The Remake." This is a remake of the original story "Fairy Dust" which, is not being continued as everything was NOT how I wanted it and I wanted a fresh start. If you've read FD, you'll notice many things are TOTALLY different in this story, and some things are the same. All in all, this is what I want. So . . . enjoy!
And one more VERY important notice: THIS STORY DOES NOT COMPLY WITH OOTP! Of course, I might put a few things in here from it. Such as the Room of Requirement and "Snivellus," cause that's just too good to resist!
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"Lillian! Get your arse up here this instant!"
"Petunia! How many times have I told you not to use that language? And, I asked you to go ask your sister to come upstairs, not to yell across the continent. I could have done that."
A floor down from the yelling mother and daughter, a red headed girl put down her book and smiled. Her older sister was always harassing her, and in turn was always being chastised by her mother. She blinked, her bright green eyes sparkling underneath her long eyelashes. She was her parent's favorite child, no matter how much they denied it, she and her sister Petunia both knew it. The girl, Lily Evans, had always been sweet, polite, and made friends with everyone even up to age eleven when most children begin to develop an edge towards their parents.
Petunia had been sweet when she was little. In fact, she and Lily had been almost inseparable. When Petunia had reached the age of ten however, she deemed her seven-year-old sister unfit to be a companion and refused to be around her. She also developed the snotty attitude which, at age fourteen, she still possessed.
Lily sighed and rose from her armchair. She slowly walked upstairs wondering what her mother wanted. She entered her parent's bedroom only to find her mother glaring at her with her hands on her hips.
"Lillian Marie Evans!" she bellowed. Lily gulped. Her mother only called her by her full name when she was in serious trouble.
"Yes mum?" asked Lily.
"How many times have I told you not to play with my things?" Her mother cried. Lily looked at the floor as her mother held up a hairdryer that had literally fallen apart. "This is the fourth time this week!" her mother continued, "First the pudding falls over after you steal a spoonful, then the television breaks after you turn it on, then my makeup tray spills when you picked something up, and now my hairdryer!" Lily bit her lip and felt tears rise to her eyes.
"I'm sorry mummy," she said softly, "I was just looking at it. Petunia was being mean to me and I came in here to look for you, but you weren't in here. I saw it on your dresser and I was going to put it away for you, but when I looked at it, it just broke. Honest!" Mrs. Evans sighed and sat on her bed. In a swift motion, she pulled Lily onto her lap and into a tight hug.
"I know sweetie," she said, "Sometimes I just don't know what's going on. So many strange things have been happening lately that I just can't explain. Its almost like they're happening by . . . magic."
"Maybe they are," said Lily. Her mother laughed and ruffled her hair.
"You should stop reading all those books," said her mother, "They're filling your head with nonsense. Magic isn't real; it's an illusion. Now get off to bed." Lily stood up and left the room. As she walked down the hall to her bedroom, her head swam with thoughts. How can magic not be real? she thought. With all the books about witches, wizards, dragons, trolls, mystical animals, giants, and spells, how could it be only an illusion? Lily sighed and pushed open the door to her room.
Without turning the light on, she crossed to her bed and flopped down on it. She immediately heard a rustling sound and sat straight up and quickly groped for her lamp switch. She turned it on and looked in the direction of the noise. She stifled a scream. A large tawny owl was sitting on her pillow.
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Lily's eyes widened. She took a breath to calm herself. "Hullo," she said softly to the owl, "How did you get in my room?" The owl hooted and stuck out its leg. There was a large envelope attached to it.
"What's this?" asked Lily to herself. She slowly reached out to untie the envelope, half expecting the owl to fly away. It sat still on her bed, calm as could be as she untied it. As soon as it was relieved of its burden, the owl hooted and flew out the window. Lily looked down at the envelope she now held in her hands. It was a thick and looked like parchment Lily had once seen at a museum. There was an address written on the front in emerald green ink. It read:
Miss Lily Evans
The Pastel Green Bedroom
8 Shadow Lane
Lily turned the letter over. It was sealed with red wax. The emblem on the seal was a crest with a large H in the middle. Lily couldn't make out the things surrounding it. She quickly broke the seal and opened the letter. A slip of paper fluttered out and Lily read it with wide eyes.
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 Miss 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 all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins September 1. We await you owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
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"Mum!" cried Lily as she bounded into her parent's bedroom, "Dad! I'm a witch! I'm a witch!"
"Use your inside voice please, Lily," said her father.
"Sorry," replied Lily, her voice now soft.
"Now, what do you need?" asked Lily's father.
"I'm a witch!" exclaimed Lily. Lily's mother sighed.
"Lily, I though we talked about all that silly nonsense," she said, "None of it's real."
"But I have a letter that says I am!" Lily persisted, waving the letter from Hogwarts.
"Let me see that Lily," said her father. Lily handed him the letter. He looked it over, Lily's mother reading over her shoulder.
"How did you get this?" questioned her father, "It certainly wasn't in the post."
"An owl brought it to me," replied Lily. Lily's mother frowned.
"Now Lily," she said, "You can't expect us to believe that an-." Her words were cut off by a soft tap, tap, tap at the window. Lily's mother crossed to it and drew back the curtain.
"Good heavens!" she cried. "Frank, it's an owl!"
"I told you," said Lily.
"It looks like it has something attached to its leg," added Lily's mother.
"Well open the window then," said Lily's father. Lily's mother opened the window and the owl swooped into the room, landing on top of a dresser. Lily walked to it and untied the letter from its leg.
"It's for you, mum," she said, handing her mother an envelope. Her mother opened it and read.
"It says that this is not a hoax and it gives directions to a place called The Leaky Cauldron. It's supposed to be right here in London," she said.
"Can we go?" asked Lily excitedly. "Please, please, Mummy can we go?"
"It's up to you Lydia," said Lily's father. Lily's mother paused.
"Well," she said slowly, "I suppose it couldn't hurt. We have to go into town anyway tomorrow." Lily shrieked with excitement and hugged her mother.
"Thank you Mummy!" she cried. "I'm going to go tell 'Tunia!" Lily's father put a hand on her shoulder as she started to leave the room.
"Why don't you wait till morning?" he asked.
"Okay," said Lily. Her father hugged her.
"Now, off to bed with you," he said. Lily nodded and made her way back to her room. She fell asleep, dreaming of being a witch and going to a new school, completely unaware of what a drastic turn her life had just taken.
And one more VERY important notice: THIS STORY DOES NOT COMPLY WITH OOTP! Of course, I might put a few things in here from it. Such as the Room of Requirement and "Snivellus," cause that's just too good to resist!
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"Lillian! Get your arse up here this instant!"
"Petunia! How many times have I told you not to use that language? And, I asked you to go ask your sister to come upstairs, not to yell across the continent. I could have done that."
A floor down from the yelling mother and daughter, a red headed girl put down her book and smiled. Her older sister was always harassing her, and in turn was always being chastised by her mother. She blinked, her bright green eyes sparkling underneath her long eyelashes. She was her parent's favorite child, no matter how much they denied it, she and her sister Petunia both knew it. The girl, Lily Evans, had always been sweet, polite, and made friends with everyone even up to age eleven when most children begin to develop an edge towards their parents.
Petunia had been sweet when she was little. In fact, she and Lily had been almost inseparable. When Petunia had reached the age of ten however, she deemed her seven-year-old sister unfit to be a companion and refused to be around her. She also developed the snotty attitude which, at age fourteen, she still possessed.
Lily sighed and rose from her armchair. She slowly walked upstairs wondering what her mother wanted. She entered her parent's bedroom only to find her mother glaring at her with her hands on her hips.
"Lillian Marie Evans!" she bellowed. Lily gulped. Her mother only called her by her full name when she was in serious trouble.
"Yes mum?" asked Lily.
"How many times have I told you not to play with my things?" Her mother cried. Lily looked at the floor as her mother held up a hairdryer that had literally fallen apart. "This is the fourth time this week!" her mother continued, "First the pudding falls over after you steal a spoonful, then the television breaks after you turn it on, then my makeup tray spills when you picked something up, and now my hairdryer!" Lily bit her lip and felt tears rise to her eyes.
"I'm sorry mummy," she said softly, "I was just looking at it. Petunia was being mean to me and I came in here to look for you, but you weren't in here. I saw it on your dresser and I was going to put it away for you, but when I looked at it, it just broke. Honest!" Mrs. Evans sighed and sat on her bed. In a swift motion, she pulled Lily onto her lap and into a tight hug.
"I know sweetie," she said, "Sometimes I just don't know what's going on. So many strange things have been happening lately that I just can't explain. Its almost like they're happening by . . . magic."
"Maybe they are," said Lily. Her mother laughed and ruffled her hair.
"You should stop reading all those books," said her mother, "They're filling your head with nonsense. Magic isn't real; it's an illusion. Now get off to bed." Lily stood up and left the room. As she walked down the hall to her bedroom, her head swam with thoughts. How can magic not be real? she thought. With all the books about witches, wizards, dragons, trolls, mystical animals, giants, and spells, how could it be only an illusion? Lily sighed and pushed open the door to her room.
Without turning the light on, she crossed to her bed and flopped down on it. She immediately heard a rustling sound and sat straight up and quickly groped for her lamp switch. She turned it on and looked in the direction of the noise. She stifled a scream. A large tawny owl was sitting on her pillow.
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Lily's eyes widened. She took a breath to calm herself. "Hullo," she said softly to the owl, "How did you get in my room?" The owl hooted and stuck out its leg. There was a large envelope attached to it.
"What's this?" asked Lily to herself. She slowly reached out to untie the envelope, half expecting the owl to fly away. It sat still on her bed, calm as could be as she untied it. As soon as it was relieved of its burden, the owl hooted and flew out the window. Lily looked down at the envelope she now held in her hands. It was a thick and looked like parchment Lily had once seen at a museum. There was an address written on the front in emerald green ink. It read:
Miss Lily Evans
The Pastel Green Bedroom
8 Shadow Lane
Lily turned the letter over. It was sealed with red wax. The emblem on the seal was a crest with a large H in the middle. Lily couldn't make out the things surrounding it. She quickly broke the seal and opened the letter. A slip of paper fluttered out and Lily read it with wide eyes.
of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Miss 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 all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins September 1. We await you owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
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"Mum!" cried Lily as she bounded into her parent's bedroom, "Dad! I'm a witch! I'm a witch!"
"Use your inside voice please, Lily," said her father.
"Sorry," replied Lily, her voice now soft.
"Now, what do you need?" asked Lily's father.
"I'm a witch!" exclaimed Lily. Lily's mother sighed.
"Lily, I though we talked about all that silly nonsense," she said, "None of it's real."
"But I have a letter that says I am!" Lily persisted, waving the letter from Hogwarts.
"Let me see that Lily," said her father. Lily handed him the letter. He looked it over, Lily's mother reading over her shoulder.
"How did you get this?" questioned her father, "It certainly wasn't in the post."
"An owl brought it to me," replied Lily. Lily's mother frowned.
"Now Lily," she said, "You can't expect us to believe that an-." Her words were cut off by a soft tap, tap, tap at the window. Lily's mother crossed to it and drew back the curtain.
"Good heavens!" she cried. "Frank, it's an owl!"
"I told you," said Lily.
"It looks like it has something attached to its leg," added Lily's mother.
"Well open the window then," said Lily's father. Lily's mother opened the window and the owl swooped into the room, landing on top of a dresser. Lily walked to it and untied the letter from its leg.
"It's for you, mum," she said, handing her mother an envelope. Her mother opened it and read.
"It says that this is not a hoax and it gives directions to a place called The Leaky Cauldron. It's supposed to be right here in London," she said.
"Can we go?" asked Lily excitedly. "Please, please, Mummy can we go?"
"It's up to you Lydia," said Lily's father. Lily's mother paused.
"Well," she said slowly, "I suppose it couldn't hurt. We have to go into town anyway tomorrow." Lily shrieked with excitement and hugged her mother.
"Thank you Mummy!" she cried. "I'm going to go tell 'Tunia!" Lily's father put a hand on her shoulder as she started to leave the room.
"Why don't you wait till morning?" he asked.
"Okay," said Lily. Her father hugged her.
"Now, off to bed with you," he said. Lily nodded and made her way back to her room. She fell asleep, dreaming of being a witch and going to a new school, completely unaware of what a drastic turn her life had just taken.