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Near the edge of Cokeworth lived a quaint middle-class neighborhood which was far as anyone could tell perfectly normal. Down at the end of Cheshire Street lived the Evans family in their two-story cottage-style brick house. They had a gravel road that led to their neatly cut lawn where two rose bushes one planted on each side of the gray stairs that led to the light blue porch which held an ivory swing. The wooden front door was large and painted a deep blue that held a flower wreath on its door and on the floor a gray rug in various hues of blue with the word WELCOME in big bold letters. It was a nice warmly-felt home and if one were to inquire about the comings and goings of Number 31, the response would seem mundane without a touch of magic.

If you were to ask Margery Temple, she would give you a coy smile and gush right away about every tiny little details she could remember that made up the Evans family from the adorable daughters to the two parent figures. Mrs. Temple then perhaps would straighten out her cocktail dress and offer the standard tea with biscuits as she went off and whispered the comings and goings of all the residents that laid next door to her.

And though perhaps people would often think she was perhaps too invested in the going-on's of her neighbors, she had the wonderful luck to witness the growth of the Evans family from duo to three girls who loved to giggle as they swung from the tire swing. The Evans patriarch and matriarch first arrived alone on a cool autumn day. Perhaps it was because she too was once a mother that Mrs. Temple had a sixth sense to know when another woman was expecting even if they had yet to know, much like the beautiful Mrs. Evans.

Lavender Evans was indeed a beautiful woman who was dainty and petite an size with a curvaceous figure. She wore her blonde hair with chocolate brown highlights free allowing it to settle elegantly against her shoulders. Mrs. Temple would often comment to her husband how her blue-gray eyes would constantly twinkle with merriment no matter the occasion of bad weather.

Castor Evans was handsome in his own right as well and if Mrs. Temple happened to be fifteen years younger she would have tried her own hand at getting a husband as fine as him. Being an officer in the air force allowed the six-foot man to have a physically fit body. His head was filled with thick crimson curls that shone in the sunlight and allowed his emerald eyes to stand out themselves brightly.

The young couple emitted a comforting air of confidence and kindness that allowed people to feel welcome around them. Mrs. Temple could tell that they would be heartily welcomed into the community, with the little kid they had on the way and the home they've come to make theirs.

Mrs. Temple's prediction as it often does come true when she and her fellow neighbors were invited over to greet the new addition to the Evans family, Petunia. Petunia was a rather cute and adorable baby with a tuft of fine blonde hair and blue eyes. She conversed with the new parents, learning of the horrifying pain Petunia's mother had suffered and her plans never to have children again, but Mrs. Temple knew, from the look in the lovely woman's eye that there would be more children to come.

It was only two years later that the Evans cottage-style house was packed full of neighbors and family members alike to greet the final two additions to the family, twins. These darlings were astonishingly beautiful, even as infants, and their appearance had made a stamp on all who met them. They were obviously not identical, but you could see the likeness rather well.

The youngest of the twins, Lily Jasmine had a tuft of fine auburn colored hair and her father's almond-shaped emerald eyes that glowed with childish innocence and wonderment. She had an oval-shaped face, button nose, and chubby cheeks that would later when she smiled, show two dimples.

The eldest of the twins, Lilac Rose had a tuft of ruby hair with highlights of blonde that curled out from top of her head. The same emerald colored eyes found on Lily could be seen on Lilac though they held a doe-shape instead. Her face was heart-shaped, a matching button nose, and her chubby cheeks were set a little higher on the cheekbone. Right near her upper lip on the right side wad small beauty mark.

Up until that point, Mrs. Temple had doubts about the Evans family; Castor had been spending more time at the small base than usual and Lavender never seemed as happy as she had before.

But it was when she saw the love in the eyes of both parents and daughters alike, that she knew they would be just fine


Lilac Evans has a secret so odd and unnatural she knows she must keep it safe from her loving family.

The nine-year-old had died once and somehow managed to be reborn into a world she once knew as fiction. (Rebirth and being a baby sucked.)

It's a blur her death but she remembers walking across the stage to get her high school diploma before everything went black and she woke up into the cold arms of the doctor dazed, scared, and confused. It took three years for her to fully understand what had happened and another full three to figure out that the world which was once fiction was now her reality. She admits it took both Petunia and Lily hugging her firmly to stop her hysterical crying when she realized how her sweet older sister would turn into an abusive bitter woman and her baby twin would end up rotting in the ground.

So she kept quiet and took to her role of being the perfect middle child that she could be in a loving family. A loving family she wished she had in her last life instead of being nothing but a spare heir to a large fortune from a rich family. She baked with her mother, hunted with her father, read books with Petunia, and danced and played pretend with Lily.

Lilac tried hard to be utterly perfect and if she had the keen eye of Mrs. Temple she would have known she was the glue that kept the family together peacefully even now at nine-years-old. "Petal, darling?" Lavender's voice called from the kitchen towards her quietest child.

"Yes, mum?" Lilac shouted back looking up from her coloring book.

"Could you come here for a moment?"

Lilac quietly placed her blue crayon in her coloring book before closing it and stood allowing their peach carpet to tickle the bottom of her feet while the echoes of the news on the telly played behind her. "In other news, beloved actress Judy Garland was found dead in her London home earlier this morning by her maid."

"Yes, mummy?" Lilac inquired as she walked into the kitchen giving Petunia and Lily a smile while they ate their sugary Kaboom cereal.

"Have you eaten already, sweetheart?" Lavender inquired as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "You woke up early this morning before the rooster could even croak." she teased good-naturally.

Lilac gave a smile of her own as she tucked a strand of her own ruby hair behind her ear as she took a seat at the wooden kitchen table. "I made some porridge this morning and sorry I woke up from a nightmare." she ended softly trying to ignore the concern looks both her sisters were giving her.

Lavender leaned down to kiss Lilac's head before turning back to do the dishes in the sink, "Why don't you spend the day down at the pond girls and enjoy the picnic basket I packed, hm?" the Evans mother calmly hummed as she scrubbed at the cast-iron skillet vigorously.

"Mother we were supposed to go to the beach for a picnic today with father." eleven-year-old Petunia protested loudly with a huff.

Lilac knew that at eleven and a preteen Petunia was trying to act older than what she was at the oddest of times. Their mother knew it as well because she would give Petunia endearing smiles. "Your father has been called into work today my little flowers."

An uncomfortable tense silence filled the air for several moments before Lily broke it with her usual cheerful voice, "We'll go to the park, mummy. Oh, Tuney, Rose, maybe we can feed the ducklings." she beamed while Petunia rolled her eyes while Lilac shrugged her shoulders.

"We can't feed them too much or they'll never leave, Lils," Lilac warned her twin as she picked their bowls up and handed them to their mother before grabbing the wicker basket. "Come on before it gets too hot and they leave."


The pale lanky boy knew he should not spy on his neighbors and that his mother would have been mortified if she found out he did, but he simply could not help himself. For the longest time, he thought he was alone in this deary place until one day he had spotted the pretty girl at the playground doing the accidental magic of all things. Severus hid behind the overgrown bushes and with greedy eyes, he watched as the pretty ruby-haired girl grow colorful butterflies from the palm of her hands. Today he had been hoping to speak to her but then the other two sisters tagged along and Severus was unable to make proper social cues and he better calm his heart before panic sets in and they know he's here. "Lily!" screeched the eldest with alarm as she peered into the cupped hands of the youngest with rose-colored hair.

"It's not going to hurt you, Tuney." Lily protested softly as she allowed the flower blooming into her hands fall down on their shared blanket.

"I can do it too, Nia!" the girl he had been watching for a while exclaimed as out of her cupped hands flew a blue butterfly. "See it won't hurt you." Rose soothed calmly.

"It's not right," Petunia uttered, but her blue-gray eyes had followed the butterfly's flight and lingered upon it. "How did you both do it?" she added with definite longing in her voice.

"It's obvious, isn't it?" Severus spoke unable to contain himself any longer as he found himself jumping from behind the thick bushes.

Petunia shrieked pulling Lily with her and ran back towards the swings, but Lilac, though clearly startled by his appearance, remained where she was staring with wide green eyes at his deep onyx-brown ones. Severus was already regretting making an appearance, especially to the pretty girl while wearing his mother and father's old clothes. "What's obvious?" Lilac inquired with a tilt of her head as she took in a pivotal character from her old world.

Severus had an air of nervous excitement around him as he greedily took in Lilac's face before giving a swift glance at Lily and then grudgingly Petunia. "I know what you both are," he muttered softly with sallow cheeks slowly turning red.

"What do you mean?" Petunia questioned as she slowly walked over one hand gripping Lily tightly while the other one reached out to grab Lilac's.

Severus' eyes flashed with an unknown emotion while he gave Petunia a brief look of disgust though he managed to quickly wipe it away. "You're both witches," he stated firmly to Lilac who was slowly turning alarmed as she realized he had been only watching her instead of Lily.

Lily looked affronted as she jerked backward causing the other two girls to stumble with her, "That's not a nice thing to say to somebody!" she chided her nose turned up in the air as she begun to drag her to sisters away.

"NO!" bellowed Severus his face turning crimson as he ran after them desperately his coat flapping behind him and Lilac wondering why he wears such a thing in this type of weather. "You are," Severus pleaded turning to Lilac with wide hopeful eyes. "You both are Witches. I've been watching you for a while. But there's nothing wrong with that. My mum's one, and I'm a wizard." he explained staring intently at Lilac who inwardly was having a panic attack to the fact Severus was talking to her instead of Lily. Lily her twin who he would send her unknowingly to her death in the far future if she does not do anything before then.

Petunia's laugh was like ice water being dumped on someone in winter time,"Wizard!" she shrieked recovering from his sudden arrival. "I know who you are. You're that Snape boy! They live down Spinner's End by the river," she told the twins, and it was evident from her tone that she considered the address a poor recommendation. "Why have you been spying on us?" she demanded of the strange boy.

"Haven't been spying," said Severus, hot and uncomfortable and dirty-haired in the bright sunlight. "Wouldn't spy on you, anyway," he added spitefully, "you're a Muggle."

Though Petunia evidently did not understand the word, she could hardly mistake the tone. "Lily, Lilac, come on, we're leaving!" she said shrilly. Lily obeyed her sister at once, glaring at Snape as she left, however, Lilac stayed staring at Severus while he stood watching the two of them as they marched through the playground gate.

"I don't think it was nice of you to insult my sister like that," Lilac spoke softly keen green eyes staring hard at Severus who turned even redder at her talking to him. "Next time you see her, apologize," she stated firmly.

"I-" he stuttered clenched hands pulling on his tunic. "I'm Severus." he blurted out in his nine-year-old glory before going from flushing red to a starking white.

"I'm Lilac Evans, pleased to meet you." she greeted with a kind smile tucking a strand of ruby hair behind her ear.

"LILAC COME ON!" screamed Lily.

Lilac rolled her eyes, "I'll see you later, Severus." she huffed before she turned and stormed out of the park gates leaving a bitterly disappointed but hopeful boy behind.


Lily Jasmine knew her sister was oddly mature, much more mature than Petunia who was their older sister at times. She could be too quiet as she often sat on the back porch staring at the sky with a daze look at times. Nevertheless, Lily loved her sister and knew that without her being the glue to their family things could have been different. "And the Ministry can punish you if you do magic outside of school, you get letters," Severus explained softly to the three Evans sisters.

"But they have done magic outside of school!" screeched Petunia in worry as she glanced around as if a letter for them would pop up out of nowhere.

Petunia was a good example of how Lilac had managed to keep the glue and peace together with the three sisters.

"Petunia?" Lilac uttered softly as she knocked on the half-opened door before pushing it open further.

"Tuney?" Lily mumbled as she rubbed at her eyes which were rimmed in red from crying. "Can you please talk to us?"

"GO AWAY, FREAKS!" screamed Petunia as she threw a pastel pink and yellow checkered pillow at them from her bedroom.

"Oh, forget this," hissed Lilac fed up with Petunia's antics as she violently shoved the door open and stormed into the bedroom. "Enough of your temper tantrum Petunia!" she demanded ignoring Lily as she shut the door so their mother would not hear them arguing.

"Excuse me!" gasped Petunia. "Who do you think you are!" she barked out as she glared with all her might at Lilac.

"I'm your sister, Lilac!" she retorted as she stood fiercely in front of Petunia who sat curled up on her bed hugging another one of her pillows to her chest. "I'm scared, worried out of my mind, and at the moment I need my big sister!" she croaked at the end tears slowly slipping down her rosy cheeks. "So can you stop being a bloody hag for a moment and hug me?" she spoke ignoring how Lily flinched at her use of crass language.

"Lilac." Petunia whispered stunned as she watches Lilac who hardly ever cried, cry in front of her. "Oh, Lilac." she muttered as she leaned over and yanked Lilac on the bed and into her arms. "I'm sorry!"

"Nia, I know you're jealous that Lily and I can do things you can't, but that does not make you any less special. Besides, we need you to protect us." Lilac stated calmly as she waved Lily over to cuddle on Petunia's other side.

"How can I protect you too, I've got nothing." she ended bitterly.

"What do you think will happen if the Government finds out about us and the things we do?" Lilac whispered softly with pain filled eyes. "Lily and I will leave to start school in a few years, who is going to help us keep in touch with our heritage and the world we come from? Who will watch over mum and da for us?"

"If the government found out they would forcefully take you away and probably do experiments on you like the Americans and Area 51 that John tells us in class about." Petunia croaked eyes fearful as she gazed at her younger sisters.

"Exactly," Lilac confirmed with a nod of her head. "We need you to help us and protect us, Petunia. Without you here to keep us updated on things we'll miss, like education and news we could easily be caught. I have a strong feeling that our worlds are hidden with good reasons, remember the witch trials of the early sixteenth century?"

"They burned innocent people." Petunia spoke paling. "They could burn you?!" she shrieked horrified.

"They could if we're caught."

"No! Never! I won't allow it!" she hissed eyes burning with wrath and protectiveness. "That boy will have to tell us about this magic world if I have to beat it out of him."

"We're all right. We haven't got wands yet. They let you off when you're a kid and you can't help it. But once you're eleven," Severus nodded importantly as he glanced at Lilac intensely, "and they start training you, then you've got to be careful."

Lily twirled a leaf in her hand while Petunia continued making flower crowns with Lilac. "It is real, isn't it? It's not a joke?" Lily mumbled softly.

"Of course it's real for us," Severus spoke as he fiddled with his own leaf. "All three of us will get a letter and go to Hogwarts."

"Really?" whispered Lily with wide hopeful eyes.

"Definitely," said Severus while he struck an oddly impressive figure sprawled in front of them, brimful of confidence in his destiny. "We'll get there."

"And will it really come by owl?" Petunia inquired her nose scrunched up at the thought.

"Normally," said Severus. "But your sisters are Muggle-borns, so someone from the school will have to come and explain to your parents," he informed to Petunia as his went wide with wonder as she placed a flower crown on Lilac's head.

"Severus, does it make a difference, being Muggle-born?" Lilac questioned with a slight tilt of her head as she stared at her friend who was perhaps closest to her out of the three of them.

Severus hesitated for a moment, His onyx-brown eyes, eager in the vivid greenish gloom, moved over the pale face, the bright red hair. "No," he said. "It doesn't make any difference."

"Good," Petunia spoke relaxing in worry about her sisters not wanting them to face even more hardships in their strange new world.

"They both got loads of magic," Severus spoke as he greedily took in Lilac's face. "I saw it when I was-" he trailed off with a blush. "They both will be okay, Petunia."

Lord, Lilac certainly hoped so.