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.

Chapter 2

"Castles in the Sky"

"GET OUT! GET OUT!" Petunia was yelling as she tried to swat a large owl with a magazine. AN OWL! What was an owl doing in her house. Her mother was trying to help it out the window with a tennis racket. It wasn't much help, since the bird tried to dodge it. The owl looked like it had a piece of old paper stuck to its leg. Maybe it just wanted some help getting the paper off its leg.

"Stop hitting it!" Lily said, trying to stand between her mother's tennis racket and the owl. "You're hurting it!" She pushed Petunia to the floor, since she kept on swatting with her magazine, hitting Lily instead. The owl settled down on a chair close to the window it had flown through. The owl looked at her with great yellow eyes and stretched out the leg with the paper on it. It probably bothered the owl, so why shouldn't she help it?

"Get away from it, Lily", her mother said with gritted teeth, as if the owl could understand. Lily was a little afraid of the claws, and a lot afraid of the beak, which had a very sharp point that she wouldn't like in either of her eyes. She reached slowly towards the paper, her mother still in an attack stance. She took her eyes off the owl's eyes and looked at the paper. It was actually tied, in the form of a scroll. Tied? Could it have been on purpose. It had some green writing. She started untying and unrolling the yellowing paper. It did have some writing, addressed to Ms. L. Eva… WHAT! It was addressed to her! Ms. L. Evans, 1st room on the left, 8 Grange Road, Camberley, Surrey!

"Mum," she started in a shaky voice, "this thing has my name on it. Amy forgot about the owl 'being dangerous' and crouched next to her daughter, a look of concern her face. Lily opened the envelope and found three pieces of paper inside. The first one started:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Evans,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry…

Did this mean Lily was a witch? She passed that paper to the back of the stack. The second paper was a list of items and what looked like book names, but Lily wasn't sure. She turned to the next page. There was just one sentence on it: "Someone will visit you at your house shortly after you receive this letter. This person will be able to clear all concerns." Lily couldn't believe it. It couldn't be true. Maybe some prank from Trish. She would do something like this. Yeah, that was it. Her father was a veterinarian, after all. He could've gotten the owl easily. Lily smirked.

"Mum, it's a joke from Trish. I'll go give back the owl. Don't worry, ok. I'll be back in a second."

Lily grabbed the owl around the middle. It tried to peck Lily, so she let the owl sit on her shoulder. She opened the front door and started walking towards Trish's house. She rolled her eyes as she rang the doorbell. Trish laughed loudly before she opened the door. She was still smiling as she saw who was there.

"Hey! I thought you had left." She asked as she leaned against the door.

"Yeah, I got your joke. My mom didn't think it was funny, though. And it gave Pet a good scare, but that was the good part." Said Lily as she took the owl off her shoulder to hand back to Trish.

As soon as Trish saw the owl, the smile was wiped off her face, she even looked nervous.

"Dad! Can you come here for a minute!" Her voice was very high pitched. Her dad walked into the foyer with his reading glasses still on.

"Yeah, honey? Whoa!" He jumped back at the sight of the owl. "Lily, what are you doing with an owl?"

"Well, I got this dumb, joke letter and I figured Trish or 'Lene might've sent it." She didn't really understand why they were so alarmed. Obviously you don't see an owl every day, but why were they surprised at something they had planned? Or had they not?

"What did this letter say. Was it something about…ahem… a school?" asked Mr. Remmey. Lily was starting to get suspicious. She put the owl back on her shoulder, since Mr. Remmey wasn't going to take it.

"Yeah," she said, looking at them in a sort of glare. They knew more than what they were letting on.

"Lily, I'm going to your house for a while. Is that ok?" asked Mr. Remmey.

"Yeah, I think that's ok," said Lily, still wondering what they knew. Mr. Remmey went back inside and came out without his glasses. Lily and Mr. Remmey walked down the sidewalk, silently. When they arrived, Lily came into the house and looked inside the living room, being surprised for the second time that day.

Amy and Matthew Evans were sitting in the living room with none other than…

"Mum?" asked Mr. Remmey, "What are you doing here?" he walked over to his mother, a short old woman with a bun of white hair on the back of her head. She wore many beads and large glasses. When she smiled at them, Lily almost jumped back in surprise, since the lenses made her eyes look enormous.

"Hello, Daryl. I am here on duty. I was called in this morning by the Ministry asking if I could I could handle duty with a muggle-born."

"This," the old woman said signaling Lily, "must be your daughter."

Matthew replied, "Yes, this is Lily, our youngest daughter. She's the one that got the letter."

"Ah, yes. I can sense your aura, young one." The old woman was looking at Lily with a spark in her eye. Lily just looked at her and couldn't help asking herself if the old woman was mad.

"Yes," continued the old woman, now looking at and speaking to Lily's parents, "well, as I was saying, this is something very serious. It should be respected and feared. Most of all, you should be proud. It requires a great deal—"

"Mother, ahem, we're still here" interrupted Mr. Remmey.

"Why don't you go home son, I can do this. Lily, you may stay and listen," said Mrs. Remmey. Apparently, she still had enough control over her son as to send him home. Mr. Remmey nodded, said goodbye and let himself out. Lily sat down on the couch by her parents.

"Well, as I was saying, it requires a great deal of faith and trust; not only in your daughter, but in those around her. If you allow her to go to this school, and only if, she will learn things of which the muggle world has no real knowl—"

"What's 'muggle'?" asked Lily.

"Well, a muggle is a person with no real power, in the sense that those who aren't muggles are wizards and witches…"

Mrs. Remmey continued to talk and explain for about half an hour, while the Evans's listened attentively. She told them about Hogwarts, the most famoust school for magic; its headmaster, Albus Dumbledore; the founders, where to buy the school items on the list, how to get on the train of September first, and like a regular woman, she gossiped about the people in Diagon Alley, the place she was to buy her books at. She spoke of how this woman, Roberta Fudge who stood pompously with her son Cornelius, was buying a new house, since her weak-jawed husband had been made Minister for Magic again.

At quarter to nine, the Evans's bid farewell to Mrs. Remmey and thanked her for her help. Lily had been transfixed by the things this woman spoke of: moving photographs, magical mirrors, friendly ghosts and Quidditch. Lily, being an avid sport's fan, was very interested in this new sport played on none other than magical flying brooms! She would need to get one, of course.

Her parents, on the other hand, were still in doubt; not whether the school existed or if Lily's magic was real, but if they would let their little girl go. She would have to live in the school, which was a castle somewhere in Scotland, for the entire year. They wouldn't be able to see her until Christmas or summer vacations. According to Mrs. Remmey, their official form of post was on parchment delivered by animals, mostly owls in England, so they could keep in touch. Lily would be in a totally new place with total strangers experiencing totally new things without them being there to watch. They both thought of these things and Lily noticed their worried looks.

"Will you let me go, then?" asked Lily happily, hugging a cushion. Lily's parents looked at each other and her mother seemed worried.

"Lily, this is a big thing, letting you go off like this. It's impotant that you understand what responsibility and maturity this calls for." Lily nodded, she understood.

"I get it, Mum. I know. I want to do this. Don't you remember all the fairy tales, when you said I could live in a castle and have adventures of my own? This is it. I don't think I'll be getting another opportunity like this. Ever."

Her mother considered this and said, "Don't build your hopes up too high. You don't know if you'll like it."

"I will! Of course I will! Think, wouldn't you have wanted someone to come to your door some day and say 'you have the oportunity to live the life other people dream of'? I will be happy."

Her mother answered with tears in her eyes, "Honey, just don't build castles in the sky. You need to put some foundations beneath them. They won't stand on their own. Remember that."

"Soooo... do you let me go?"

Her father sighed andanswered with:

"We'll tell you in the morning."

Lily accepted the answer and went to bed, to dream of castles, knights and dragons. Best of all: this was her school.

The next morning, Lily woke up bouncing off her bed, knowing that she would get a solid answer to whether she was going or not. She showered, dressed and, in two by two, went down the stairs. Her mother and father were already dressed. Petunia in her pajamas, was eating like there was no tomorrow. She glared at Lily as she sat down. Lily had no idea why. Lily's parents looked at her and smiled. Amy spoke, putting her eating utensils on the plate.

"Lily, we have made a decision. Your father and I… will allow you to go to Hogwarts." She beamed proudly at Lily. Petunia watched this exchange and pushed her plate forward, saying she wasn't hungry anymore. Lily smiled and ate at breakneck speed. As soon as she was done, she ran to the twins' house.

The bell ringing and the rapping at the door at 8 am brought Trish's slumber to an end. Milkman? No, it was Sunday…she sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, scratching her head. She had started to yawn and stretch when the door burst open, scaring her enough to scream and scrunch up in her bed again. Lily burst into her room with an enormous smile on her face. What was she doing up so early?

"I got in!" she almost yelled

"Where?" asked Trish, looking over to the other bed, where her sister was still sleeping soundly on her side. Lily smiled even wider, if possible, and said in a quiet sing-song voice,

"I know your secret…" an evil smile lit Lily's face, and sent shivers down Trish's spine. She was now fully awake.

"Wh-what secret…? I don't have a secret. We have no secrets. Right?" She hoped miserably that what Lily knew didn't end their friendship.

"I got in. Your dad was there! I know all about you. Your grandma was there!" Lily spoke things only she could understand. Seeing the look on Trish's face, she just said it: "I got into Hogwarts!" Trish was in awe, completely shocked. After about a second of wide eyes and open mouth, she jumped up, yelled, hugged Lily, yelled some more, made a jumping circle, yelled and hugged Lily one more time. At this Arlene rolled over.

"There's no avoiding the noise, is there?" She asked, letting her head hang off the side of the bed, half her hair in her face.

"LILY GOT INTO HOGWARTS!" screamed Trish. Arlene got up, shook in awe, put the exact same face of wonder Trish made, then smiled and yelled and jumped with them. After a huge amount of exercise, they sat on the bed and talked.

"How did you find out?"

"How long have you been hiding this from me?"

"Were you scared?"

"Were you even going to tell me?"

"Wait!" They were all quiet. At the door was Charlie, the twins' older brother. "Did you just say Lily got into Hogwarts?"

"Yes!" all of them answered

"Ok, let's celebrate! Get ready and I'll take you out for ice cream." He said. They all cheered and the twins ran to get ready. In ten minutes they were out on the street, on a sunny day, eating the best ice cream Lily had had in her life.

Thanx to the people that reviewed so quickly. I put up this extra part becuse someone (Ally) said it was too short. So, just 4 u!