A/N danks 4 the reviews guys – really appreciates. Hmm a statistic – 138 hits, only 4 reviews. C'mon guys! Where's ur SPIRIT? The Petunia thing is kinda weird and pointless but I thought I might put it in. Oh yeah, and Kaitlyn Bates is Lily's rival.

5 years later

CHAPTER 3

Lily woke up stretching and yawning. She was usually not a morning person. On the bedside table was an alarm clock. It gave a beep as it turned from 6:29 to 6:30. Oh well, at least I was early one minute. Lily yawned again and started to get out of bed. She rolled over, sat up and slipped into her fluffy shoes. Feeling dizzy, she walked into her bathroom and looked into the mirror. Staring back at her were two heavy-lidded eyes surrounded by a massive afro of red hair. Oh yeah, not to mention I look like something out of 'The Living Dead'. After 30 minutes of beauty reinventions, Lily was looking human again. She went back into her bedroom and started hunting for her jeans and favourite tee-shirt. After she found them and put them on, Lily headed downstairs.

As Lily settled down into her chair, Petunia walked into the room. She took one look at Lily and snarled, "Oh there she goes today, back to that drat school."

Mrs Evans looked disapproving. "Now Petunia, be nice to your sister."

Petunia snorted. "Be nice to Lily? Yeah, as if. She goes to some freak school in some freak place learning freak subjects. I'm really going to be nice to her."

"Petunia, that's enough," said Mrs Evans crossly. "Hogwarts is not a freak school in some freak place for learning freak subjects. It's a highly distinguished magical arts school and you should be proud to have a sister who goes there."

"Oh yes mother. I'm soooooo proud of my lil sissy Lily."

Lily didn't do anything. She had gotten used to Petunia bagging her down every few days. Ever since she got her letter to Hogwarts, Petunia has been nastier and nastier. She was nasty even before you got your letter. Sighing, Lily started eating her breakfast. When she finished, she went upstairs to finish her packing.

Mrs Evans called after her. "Lily? I bought you a new wand yesterday. I left it on your dresser. You're old wand had bits of willow sticking out everywhere. I also got you new robes; they're next to your wand."

"Thanks mom."

Lily's POV

Yawning, I walked into my room. A disaster zone met me; clothes draped over chairs and all over the floor, books strewn across the floor, bits and pieces everywhere. Oh boy, am I going to have a fun time packing up. Sighing dejectedly, I started picking up my belongings and either shoving them into my cupboard or throwing it into my trunk. After a sweaty hour, my room was a bit better looking, at least clean.I started to close the trunk lid before I remembered. Hey, didn't mom say she'd left something on my dresser? I walked over to my dresser. That's strange, nothing's here. I looked under the table; nothing. I looked behind it; nothing. I sat down on the floor, my brain trying to figure out what happened to my robes and wand.

I decided to ask mom. "Hey mom!"

Her voice floated up the stairs. "Yes Lily?"

"Where did you say you left my robes again?"

"On the dresser, honey."

"What about my wand?"

"Next to your robes, on the dresser."

"Are you sure you left them there?"

"Yes dear...what's wrong?"

"Nothing mom."

Now I was even more puzzled. A thought occurred. Petunia could've taken them. I sprang up and walked out of my room. I headed down the hallway towards Petunia's room. When I got there, I found that her door was closed. That's strange. It's usually open. Even stranger, I heard rock music floating through the door. OMFG! My sis listens to rock? I nearly started laughing. I knocked on her door. No response. I knocked harder. Nothing. Tentatively, I pushed open the door. It was from that moment that I fully understood why my sister hated me.

In the middle of her room, Petunia was dancing around wearing my robes. In one hand, she held my wand. Every now and then, she would swish her wand and I could see the longing in her eyes. I didn't know how long I stood there watching her. Suddenly, she looked into her mirror...and saw me reflected in it. She whirled around, fury in her eyes. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!"

"I just...wanted to – "

"WANTED TO WHAT? TO SPY ON ME? TO SEE ME IN MY RETARDED FORM?"

I was getting annoyed. "Look, I just want my things back."

Petunia exploded. "YOUR THINGS? YOUR THINGS? THEY ARE IN EVERY RIGHT MINE AS WELL. TELL ME, HOW COME YOU GOT INTO THAT... THAT SCHOOL AND I DIDN'T? HOW COME YOU DESERVED TO GO AND I DIDN'T? EVER SINCE YOU GOT THAT LETTER AND I DIDN'T, IT'S BEEN LILY THIS, LILY THAT. IT'S NEVER BEEN PETUNIA THIS, PETUNIA THAT! YOU'RE NOT BETTER THAN ME IN ANYTHING YET YOU GOT TO GO AND I DIDN'T! YOU'RE JUST A FREAK TOMBOY WHO DOESN'T HAVE ANY TALENT! I'M A GIRL WHO HAS THE QUALITIES FOR A WITCH; LOOKS, TALENT AND EAGERNESS. WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE YOU!" She screamed the last sentence.

I snapped. "MAYBE THEY CHOSE PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY HAVE BRAINS!"

Petunia froze. Her face crumpled and she fell to the floor in a bit heap. Then, she started sobbing into her hands.

Mom's voice sounded concerned. "Lily? Petunia? Is everything okay?"

I took a few deep breaths. "Yes mom, everything's okay."

"Are you sure? Do I need to come up there?"

"NO! I mean, no mom. Everything's under control." I quickly shut the door.

I turned to face my sister. "Did you really want to be a witch?"

Petunia gave a cry of anguish. "Of course I did. What are you, an idiot? Ever since Aunt Maureen told me she was a witch, I've always thought I'd be one too."

The words took a moment to register. "WHAT? Aunt Maureen's a witch?"

"Yes."

"Wait, which one was Aunt Maureen?"

"You're stupid, aren't you? Aunt Maureen has brown hair, blue eyes; just like me – that's why I assumed I was the one who was going to be a witch, not you!"

I gave a low whistle. "I never knew Aunt Maureen was a witch."

"That's because you're stupid and ugly."

I started to get impatient. "Will you grow up? Calling me names won't make you a witch; nor does wearing my clothes."

"FINE!" Petunia took off my robes. She shoved them and my wand into my hands. "GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY ROOM, NOW!"

I ran out of her room and didn't stop until I reached mine. Breathing deeply, I chucked my robes into my trunk, followed by my wand. Then I closed the lid and started to drag the trunk downstairs. I left it in the hallway. As I walked into the living room, my dad came out.

"Whoa, watch where you're going, fruitcake."

"Dad, I'm not ten anymore." I had gotten the name fruitcake at my 10th birthday party. I had insisted on a fruitcake for my birthday and accidentally rammed my head into it when someone pushed me. Shudder, horrible memories.

He winked. "You'll always be my fruitcake."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, whatever." I sat on the couch. I spent the rest of the hour watching cartoons on television. The grandfather clock gave a load clang as it turned 10:00.

My mom walked into the room. "Lily, time to go. Dad will get your trunk. Just get in the car. I wonder if Petunia's coming."

"I highly doubt it," I muttered under my breath.

"What was that, Lily?"

"Nothing mom."

"Well just get in the car, sweetie."

I got into the car. Ten minutes later, I was joined by dad, mom and an extremely heavy trunk.

Mom cleared her throat uncomfortably. "Well Lily, Petunia has some work to do so she won't be able to see you off."

I didn't say anything; I knew mom was going to say that. Every year, mom and Petunia have a shouting match on September 1st (today). Then mom always makes up an excuse, as if she doesn't want me to feel bad about Petunia not coming. As if I would care. Last year, it was, "Oh Lily! Petunia doesn't really feel well – she has a rather bad headache. I think it would be best if she stayed at home today and get some rest." Like mom expects me to swallow that when 10 minutes ago, Petunia's outside and walking around the neighbourhood. I always don't say anything or I shrug.

The ride to Kings Cross was uneventful. When we arrived, I went to find a trolley without saying a single thing.

Mom sighed. "Lily, I know your sad because you're sister doesn't come every year but you'll always see her when you come back."

I looked at her disbelievingly. Like, hello? You expect me to miss her? I decided to play along. "Oh mom, I know. I'll try not to be sad."

Dad closed the boot. "Well fruitcake, cya next summer." He kissed me on my forehead.

I smiled. "Sure thing dad."

My mom and I talked about things on our way to platform 9. It's a long walk.

My mom smiled. "Lily, this has just registered. You're fifteen."

I rolled my eyes. "Mom, duh. I turned fifteen like a month and a half ago."

She laughed. "Well, I remember when I was fifteen."

I raised my eyebrows. "You still remember?"

"Of course I do. You'll probably remember this year when you're my age."

"I won't. I'd probably have Alzheimer's."

My mom laughed harder. "Ahh. Well, let me tell you about when I was fifteen."

I groaned. "Mom, this isn't one of your fancy lesson stories, is it?"

She grinned. "Now that you mention it –"

"No mom."

"– I did learn –"

"Stop it, mom."

"– meaning of family –"

"Mom. It's very simple. N-O. Spells NO."

She smiled. "Okay then, back to my story. I was fifteen when I met your father. We went to the same school, Chesterville High. Believe it or not, I met him in detention."

I was SHOCKED. "No way."

"I did, it's true. We were both in detention for speaking in assembly; we were the only students in detention."

"What happened?"

"Well, we started talked and figured out we had similar interests. We were friends for quite a long time before your dad plucked up his courage to ask me out on a date. It took him nearly two years; we were prefects then. We've never been apart since."

"That's so sweet. I'm not so sure that's going to happen to me."

"Sure it will sweetheart; you just have to have the right man."

We reached platform 9. Mom's cell phone beeped and she took a look at it. Then she said rather hurriedly, "Listen Lily. I have to go; urgent court case. I'm sorry but could you get on the platform your self?"

I smiled. "Sure mom. Go get 'em."

"Bye sweetie, have a nice term."

"Bye."

I watched her until she was out of sight. I gave yet another sigh and started towards platform 9 ¾. When I got through the barrier, I looked up at the clock. 10:50. Susannah should be here. I headed off towards the second last carriage. Sure enough, she was there, flicking through the latest edition of Dolly.

I heaved my trunk into the compartment and sat down. "My trunk has to be at least 70 pounds."

Susannah looked up and smiled. "Yeah, you think? My dad actually weighed mine and it weighs 75 pounds."

"No kidding. So, how were your holidays?"

"Oh, the usual. We went to Paris for a few weeks. It was freezing there."

"Oh yeah, you only went to Paris. I was stuck at home. We go overseas like every two years."

"Shame."

"Stop bagging me down."

"Okay."

The train gave a loud whistle as it started its journey. As we pulled out of the platform, I asked Savannah, "Hey, has Remus called you yet?"

She raised her perfectly plucked eyebrows. "And why would he call me?"

"Oh, maybe he's got this thing for you."

She looked down at her magazine. "Whatever."

"Seriously, I think he really likes you. That's what Sirius told me."

Suze gave me an appraising look. "Like what Sirius says is true? Nah." She looked

back down at the article about Katie and Tom's baby girl, Suri.

"Yeah, well sometimes Sirius does tell the truth; rarely but he does."

"Whatever."

"Seriously dudette, he's not bad looking an-"

"OH MY GOD! NO FREAKING WAY!" Suzi had just turned the page and was now screaming her head off. "I cannot BELIEVE this!"

"What!" I inched over towards her. I looked down at page 41 and it said that Supre was having a 50 off sale on everything. I looked at Susannah in disgust. "You're screaming about a sale at Supre!"

"Yeah. I mean, they have this sale once in about three years and it's on in two months! I'm sooooo excited! I've missed out on both sales in six years, I'm not about to miss this one."

So much for listening to me. "That's great Suzi, brilliant." Might I mention that she's changed so much since I first met her? She used to be this sweet little cabbage patch doll and now she's a fully developed Barbie. Talk about major changes.

The door slid open and Sirius walked in. He smiled at us. "Hey Lil, Suzi. Suze, has Remus called you yet?"

Suzi looked up. "Dude, Lil's already asked me that; no, he hasn't called me. Why would he anyway?"

Sirius and I exchanged glances. Suze was the only one who was oblivious to the fact that Remus was madly in love with her. She's the only one who overlooks Remus' adoring looks at her and he way he gets all tongue-tied when he talks to her. Suzi can be so stubborn sometimes.

"Suze, there's something we have to tell y-"

"Well, well, well. Little Miss Boring is talking but I can't seem to hear her. Wouldn't it be better if she stayed in her muggle world?"

I looked up at the ceiling and groaned. I knew that voice anywhere; Kaitlyn Bates. For some reason, she just seemed to hate me the first time she saw me. Probably because she liked Sirius and thought that I liked him too. Jealousy.

I turned around and gave a forced smile. "Oh, hello Kaitlyn Bates. It's so nice to see you too."

Katy gave a sickening smile. "I don't remember talking to you. I was merely...talking about you."

I smiled back. I'm not so sure about that. I highly doubt that any information is inside that thick-skull. You're an idiot. Your eyes are too close, your nose it too tall, your hair too blonde, your lips too full...hey, I could go on forever. "Fine then. Whatever you were talking about, I acknowledge it. Now, get the hell out of here."

Sirius gave a laugh and winked at me. Katy didn't look too pleased. "I wasn't talking to you, Evan. I'm here to talk to my Sirius."

I nearly retched. Her Sirius?

Sirius looked a bit disgusted. "Look Katy-"

Katy clasped her manicured hands around Sirius's arm. "Don't say anything, darling. Why don't we go for a walk in the corridor?"

Sirius looked uncomfortable, trying to wrench her hands off his arm. "I don't think-"

I intervened. "But that's a splendid idea!" I started pushing them out the door. "Have a nice time, you two lovebirds!" I closed the door and sat down opposite Suze. "You know what Suze? I think Kaitlyn Bates has a crush on Sirius. I mean, she was so totally over him just then." Suze continued reading. "Suzi. SUZI!"

She looked up. "Yes!"

I sighed. "About what happened just then. What do you think?"

She looked confused. "About what? What happened?"

I looked at her incredulously. "You didn't realize what was happening?"

She shrugged. "This article is interesting." She went back reading.

I gave a groan of anguish and slumped in my seat. "Suze?"

Suzi looked up again. "What?"

"Please kill me."

A/N Yeah this is a pretty long chapter. Longest yet, 2697 words! I know, it took a while to write but yeah. HOLIDAYS! YAY! lol