"Okay, no big," Eleven year old Lily Evans muttered to herself looking fearfully at the letter in her hand. "This happens all the time in films."
She took a deep breath and then crept over to the door and fumbled with the lock for a few breathless seconds before hearing the satisfying click. Good, now no one could get in through the door. Now what? The windows! She panicked.
Lowering herself to the ground she slid across the floor on her stomach. Well, actually it was carpet, and ouch! It was giving her rug burn! How actors did this all the time, she had no idea. Maybe it was easier to do with inspiring music, she considered, and began humming the theme song to James Bond.
After a very long and painful journey, she finally reached the windows in the living room. Peaking over the sill, she could see no one. Crouching down again she reached up with the hand that was not holding the letter and began searching for a grip along the edge of the tapestry.
"Easy does it," she coaxed slowly pulling it along. Crash, the whole window treatment fell down upon her head.
"Lily!" screeched Lily's older sister Petunia running in to the room. "What in heavens name are you doing?" Lily put a single finger to her lips, attempting to silently communicate to Petunia the danger of the situation. Apparently Petunia wasn't very good at understanding silent communication.
"Oh my gosh! Mum and dad are going to kill you!" Petunia said gleefully, clasping her bony fingers together.
"Shhhhh, Pet! Don't talk! He might be here! He might hear you!" whispered Lily. Apparently Petunia wasn't good at understanding any sort of communication for that matter.
"What are you talking about? Who will hear me?" questioned Petunia loudly. Lily smacked her head, then looked around. Not only had the tapestry come off the wall, but also the fixture holding it up and a large chunk of wall at the places where it had been connected. Chips of paint and dust now covered not only Lily, but their new beloved couch. Whoops, mum and dad were going to kill her!
Oh well, there was no time to worry about this now, she had to somehow save her sister. Petunia moved towards the window. If the guy was hiding out there this very minute, he could now have a perfect view of Petunia, and who knew what he would do then! Lily took a deep breath, as much as she hated Petunia, she couldn't let this happen to her sister.
Lily stumbled to her feet and dove at Petunia, tackling her. With a thud they fell to the ground. "Owieeeeeeeeeee!" screamed Petunia, trying to shove Lily, who had conveniently landed directly on top of her, off. What's the big deal, thought Lily, accidentally elbowing Petunia in the face as she rolled off of her sister, the landing didn't hurt that much. There was a noise at the door. Lily stared in horror as the door handle began to twist. With a creak the door swung open,
"Ahhhh!" screamed Lily, covering her head.
"Ahhhh!" screamed Petunia closing her eyes.
"Ahhhh!" screamed Margaret Evans staring at the chaotic mess that used to be her living room.
"WHAT'S GOING ON!" bellowed Peter Evans. And everyone looked at Lily.
"I love you mummy, I love you daddy." said Lily in a small voice.