Author's Note: Needless to say, I own nothing Harry Potter or anything else you might recognize. I own no songs I write about. I have read enough books and stories to forget where I picked up a certain idea or phrase, so I can't give credit to the author. Thank you.

To those who had already read through the 1st chapter, I changed her birthdate so she would go to school at 11, not 12. Thanx.

Chapter 1

The Beginning

The story starts in the house of eleven-year-old Lily Evans: an outgoing redhead who attends the sixth grade at Portersby Elementary School. A very bright girl. Honest, generous, thoughtful. A normal girl, just like many other girls her age. She lived with her mother and her fourteen-year-old sister, Petunia.

Everything in her family and house seemed normal up until right before her eighth birthday. She didn't want a party, or any type of celebration. Her father had done it again. He had left just days before her birthday. He would probably be somewhere like Guatemala for June 24th, her birthday. He worked with an airline company, TWA. He would travel for months at a time and then come back with gifts for his family, as if that would pay back the time he was absent.

Lily cried silently in her room, just as she always did when something went wrong. She hated that her father was never home. Her mother came in to the room to put Lily's clean clothes in the closet. She saw Lily crying on the floor and, being the mother she was, knew exactly why she was crying. "Aw, Lily, sweetie, don't cry. Don't worry about the party. We'll plan it for the week your father gets back." She smiled and left a red-eyed Lily on the floor behind her. She shut the door.

Not only was she sad, but she was mad. The earth beneath her shook in anger. She cried louder. She pulled on her hair. The floor shook harder. Her redhead temper easily angered. Hot blood rushed to her head as she kneeled and put her head on the celery-colored carpet. Books started falling from her bookstand as she banged her head on the floor. The movement of the things around her grew stronger and more things would fall.

The ground stopped shaking as soon as the door in front of her swung open, revealing her agitated mother. She looked as though she had run up the stairs and down the hall as fast as she could. Her dirty blonde hair coming out of a bun on the nape of her neck.

"Lily, honey. Are you alright?" she asked, crouching down to Lily's position of the floor and putting her hand on Lily's cheek.

"What are you talking about?" she pushed her mother's hand off her face.

"The earthquake, sweetie. Didn't you feel it?" Her mother said, a confused look on her face.

"A little. Get out." She went back to her position against the wall. Her mother got up with her hands on her thighs, pushing down her knee-length turquoise skirt.

"Sorry for barging in. I just thought you might be afraid. You've never really felt an earthquake." She left

It was all just a coincidence though. Right?

Wrong.

A few months after the earthquake incident she had a similar experience, except this one saved her from the wrath of her mother. Lily was left alone one day. Her parents were out and Petunia was sleeping at a friend's house. Lily had gotten hungry and since she wasn't allowed to turn on the stove she was going to serve herself some cereal. Unfortunately, the bowls were pretty high up. Lily needed to kneel on the kitchen counter and balance herself with the fridge to reach the shelf they were on. On her way up, she accidentally knocked her mother's favorite hand-crafted mosaic tray. Her late niece had made it for her the year before she died in a car crash in London. The tray fell of its stand on the ice box and on to the linoleum floor. The whole thing shattered in an explosion of colorful glass.

She picked up every piece she could find. She even swept the floor looking for small pieces of red and blue. She put all the pieces into a clear punch bowl. She sat miserably on the kitchen floor. She had no idea what she would say to her mother the moment she arrived. She heard the crunching of the wheels of her father's black Buick Station Wagon coming into the driveway. She began to sweat nervously.

Helpless, she got up off the floor only to discover… the tray was whole again, lying on top of the punch bowl. She didn't even stop to think about it. She put the tray back in its place, the punch bowl back in the cupboard and she ran up to her room.

How had these things happened? She had no idea. Maybe she had some mental power, but she had no idea what would come in the next few years.

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"Pet, do you have it?" asked Lily from across the hall.

"Have what?" Asked Petunia

"The yellow shirt with the flower things." She said gesturing up and down her torso

"Nope. Haven't seen it" she said, not looking up from her magazine.

Lily went downstairs, in her jeans and towel. Amy Evans was in the kitchen cooking bacon and eggs. Lily ate quickly and went back upstairs to get properly dressed. Lily thought her mother was the wisest woman on the planet. She had an answer to everything. She was extremely witty and sarcastic, traits which had passed on to her daughter. Petunia, on the other hand, was just like her father. She liked being told what do, probably to not have to think for herself. Even though Lily loved her sister, she didn't really think the best of her. But on the other hand, Petunia didn't really like her sister that much either. Lily was always favored for being pretty and smart. Petunia was just Petunia, simple and normal.

Petunia was three years older than Lily, but she wasn't much taller than Lily. What made her look taller was the fact that she had a long neck. She was skinny, blonde and had dull blue eyes. Personally, Lily thought Petunia's face looked like that of a horse. She was outgoing, and had plenty of friends, but she had never felt special.

Lily had a round face, a small nose and bright green eyes that brought out her freckles. She was very smart and had about a million friends. Her parents were proud of everything she did. All her accomplishments were a motive for celebration. Petunia had always been jealous of the baby of the family. Lily always got away with the good stuff.

Today Lily was going on a play date to her friends Trish and Arlene's house. They lived down the block, about six houses down. These two girls were Lily's closest friends. Lily liked to watch football and play in the mud. She enjoyed playing jokes on people and bombing people with colored-water balloons. Most girls didn't understand her taste in hobbies, but these two definitely did.

Lily and the twins had known each other for about seven years now, starting from when they were in day care. Their mothers had know each other from college and it was a surprise that they had come to have children in the same year and move to the same block.

Lily walked the six houses to their house. She had been going there every Saturday for more than three years now. She felt very much at home there. The thing she liked most about the house was the huge fireplace in the entrance hall.

"Good morning, Lily", said a extremely cheery Mrs. Remmey.

"Good morning, Mrs. Remmey", said Lily as she walked inside the living room.

"The girls are outside already", said Mrs. Remmey, turning to check her mail.

Lily walked outside, where Trish and Arlene were sitting under a shaded table drinking lemonade. Lily flopped down next to Arlene, who was wearing a yellow top today. Her twin was wearing the same top, except hers was blue.

"What's up? Your mum's all excited." Asked Lily, while Trish pushed over her glass for Lily to have a sip.

"Yeah…", the twins gave each other meaningful looks. "She's been that way all week", said Arlene.

"We think she probably got offered a better spot at work". Mrs. Remmey worked at a hospital nearby.

Lily still didn't think they were telling the truth, but she didn't ask more about it. The girls spent the entire evening together talking, spying on their neighbor, eating, checking out the neighbor's son, talking about the neighbor's son, and Trish and Lily ended up pushing Arlene next door to talk to their neighbor's son. He was ok, but they only ended up finding out he was a twenty-year-old midget in kid's clothing. Yeah.

Mr. Remmey came home while Lily was still there. He was acting shifty as well, when he congratulated his girls on some invisible accomplishment Lily knew nothing about. She decided it was late and she should be heading home. Saying good bye to all the present members of the Remmey family, she left. It wasn't that late, not even dark, but she left anyway.

The surprise was at her house. She opened the door with a "Mum, I'm home early today", but her mum wasn't there. She could hear screaming coming from upstairs. She looked to the ceiling, as if expecting to see something through the ceiling, and then dashed upstairs. The screaming was coming from Petunia's room. She heard things falling down as well, and something had just broken. Lily entered the room to find a very odd sight, indeed.