It was Lily's and I's first Christmas since mum and dad had died. Neither of us had felt like celebrating much, especially since Petunia refused to join us.

Although I had come to terms with my parents' deaths, it still felt pretty awful. It would've felt even worse if we were still living at home.

Lily's boyfriend, James had invited us to spend Christmas with his family, but I had politely declined, which made Lily do so as well, under different circumstances I would've felt pretty awful about keeping Lily with me, but I don't think I would've made it through the holidays if she was gone. So James spent a quiet Christmas with the both of us.

As expected, this Christmas was quite different from the past. I liked James, he had always seemed cool to me. Lily had asked me, from the first time I met him, if I had any psychic feelings about him, and frankly, I did. I knew he wanted to be a dark wizard catcher, and that he was a descendant of the Peverell brothers. But there was one thing I hadn't told Lily. The first time I saw her and James together I had also gotten the unshakable feeling that they were going to die. Not today and not tomorrow, but in little time. Of course, I had not told my sister, I could barely fathom thinking about it, let alone saying it out loud. But if there was one thing I knew for sure, it's that I had to stop it. I could feel my eyes brimming with tears at the thought of my sister dying anytime soon. Goddammit, why did I have to be so emotional. I shook my head and tried to think of something else.

"Bow?" Lily's red head poked into the living room giving me a warm smile. Oh no, that was her 'I did something and I really need you to stay calm' smile.

I eyed my sister suspiciously. "Yeah."

Lily walked into the room with a bit of skip in her step. James immediately straightened up and looked up at her from his spot on the couch. Lily sat down beside me with the same smile still on her face.

She grabbed my arm and turned to face me. "Okay, I need — ".

"Lillian, if you tell me to stay calm I will murder you." I cut her off, matter-of-fact.

"Okay, just - do you remember earlier this year when I expressed the idea to you that your psychic abilities could have something to do with magic?" Lily was practically bouncing up and down in her seat.

"I'm not psychic." I immediately defended myself. Though we both knew we were kidding no one.

Lily rolled her eyes slightly, her bouncing slowing down a bit. "Oh right, now you're not psychic."

"C'mon just tell me what you did." I insisted, already dreading whatever it may be.

"I spoke to James and I's old Divination professor, Professor Vablatsky." Oh I did not like where this was headed. "Just to ask her about the possibility of a Muggle Seer existing."

"But I thought y'all thought Divination was an 'inaccurate' branch of magic and 'pointless'." I snapped back at Lily.

I could feel Lily resisting the impulse to roll her eyes. "Yes, but I do believe actual Seers exist, though they're rare, and I certainly believe that you have some type of psychic abilities as you have proven it time and time again."

"Well I've never heard of a Muggle Seer, but that would certainly explain your... gift." James put in.

I crossed my arms. "Okay, Lillian, proceed."

"Well Professor Vablatsky seemed pretty interested in this Muggle Seer, and she knows I'm pretty skeptical about Divination in general, so she knows I'm legit about thinking you're a Seer." Lily paused to give me her please don't be mad smile. "Aaand when I say she was interested in you, I mean that she was very very freaking curious. And since she just so happens to be doing some research in America right now, ProfessorDumbledoreiscominghererightnowtotalktoyou."

I recoiled. "Wait, what? Professor Dumbledore, like the fucking Headmaster of your school?"

Lily nodded.

My eyes nearly burst out of my head. "Lillian! What the fuck?"

I dropped my head in my hands. I'd been hoping this would never happen.

"Oh come on, what are you so worried about? He just wants to talk to you." Lily tried to comfort me.

I looked at my sister incredulously. "Bitch, you know what I'm worried about!" I fell back on the couch. James gave a little look of surprise at my potty mouth. "You know why I never wanted you to do – anything like this."

James leaned forward. "If I may ask, what is the reason?"

I gave him a look. Was he for real? I thought the answer was pretty obvious. "Because no one will believe me." I couldn't help my voice from going up. "Most wizards already think Divination is ridiculous, why would they believe a Muggle who claims they have the Sight?"

"Okay." Lily cut in quickly. "This was just a heads up anyway, because Dumbledore will be here any minute."

I squirmed in my seat. "Oh my god, Lily."

Lily put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "It'll be fine. Dumbledore's literally the nicest person ever."

"Yeah, Lily's right. He loves Muggles."

"James, shut up."

As if on cue, the doorbell rang.

So that's how I ended up sipping tea in my living room with my sister, her boyfriend and the most curious looking dude I had ever seen.

The tall, bearded man wearing sparkly purple robes, put down his tea cup and smiled gently. "So, Miss Evans, I assume your sister has informed you of the reason for my being here today."

"Uhh, yeah."

"Your sister believes that you have the Sight." I tried to discern whether he was skeptical about me or not but his soothing tone, tiny comforting smile and sparkling eyes gave nothing away.

"Uh yeah, well, listen." I tried to sink further into the couch. "Lily's explained to me more or less what a Seer is, and I don't really think I am one because of several reasons: one, I don't really spout these poetic prophecies, I just say what I see like a normal person, two, I have never used a crystal ball of tarot cards or whatever, and three, I don't only predict the future, I also - sort of, know things about the people I meet, personal things."

Professor Dumbledore's soft gaze still told me nothing. "What could you tell me about myself? For example, Miss Evans."

I squirmed in my seat. Oh shit. "Um, I really don't want to invade your privacy, professor."

Dumbledore's smile didn't falter. "Don't worry about it, Miss Evans, everything I do not wish for you to know, I know how to conceal." I still gave him a worried look. "Go ahead."

Fuck, okay. "Uuuh." Okay this man was not over his sister's death, did he really not mind me knowing about that? "Maybe I should just —"

"There's nothing to worry about, Miss Evans."

I looked down. "I'm sorry about Ariana." I scratched the back of my neck. I risked a peek at the professor's face. His smile had faltered for the first time, and he had a look of both sadness and shock in his eyes. But I couldn't help myself to keep going. I quickly stopped feeling bad for him and have him a hard look. "Oh I didn't know you were one of those. Kind of what I was afraid of about meeting a new wizard." I could tell Dumbledore was a little scared. "Hey, you've come up with some cool quotes. Oh fuck okay, and like one thing about your future. But I don't know if you want me to tell you."

Dumbledore quickly recovered from his shock. He gave me a deep look. "I promise you, Miss Evans, whatever you might have seen, I am not the same person I once was a long long time ago."

I chuckled humourlessly. "Yeah, noah fence but you are... aged. Man, you're like almost a hundred years old, you're pretty spry for your age. And damn, you're still working."

Lily elbowed me discreetly. "We're both so glad you found the time to come here, sir."

The professor looked pensive for a moment before addressing me again. "Professor Vablatsky and myself have a proposal for you, Miss Evans."

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"As we have been informed by your sister that you have finished your studies a year earlier, we would like for you to join us at Hogwarts for a couple months so you can help the professor with research on your case."

My eyes widened in surprise, and I could hear Lily and James's soft gasps beside me. "Wait, okay. When you say join you at Hogwarts... what do you mean exactly? You do remember I'm a Muggle, right?"

Oh I was burning with questions.

"Yes, I do recall, Miss Evans. If you wish to attend any classes, you are welcome to, but it would be beneficial if the students didn't find out you are a Muggle." Dumbledore explained.

Oof. That was a lot. "Can I think about it?"

"Of course. If we could get word by the end of the week, that would be perfect. Term starts on the eighth of January."

Lily, James and I stayed silent for a few seconds after Dumbledore disappeared through the chimney.

I broke the silence. "Did anyone else get a little bit of a gay vibe?"

Lily and James gave me weird looks.

It wasn't until after supper that we talked about it.

Don't get me wrong, I really wanted to go to Hogwarts, and to meet Professor Vablatsky, and it's not like I had any actual schoolwork left to do. But at the same time it felt very scary. My sister had told about the prejudices a lot of people had concerning Muggles and Muggleborns. So if people found out I was a Muggle... I had no idea how they would react.

These were the first thoughts I expressed to Lily and James when they asked for my thoughts on taking up the professor's offer.

"I totally understand your concern, babe, but honestly about half the classes they teach at Hogwarts a Muggle could easily take. And you only have to choose about three classes, you'll fly by them." Lily coerced. "And I know you have an interest in magic, especially divination."

I held in a smile and laid my head on my hand. "Yeah, I do. But I absolutely do not want to be a wizard. I like being a Muggle."

"I know, but come on." Lily gave me a little shove. "I know you'll love it, and you can leave whenever you want."

"Okay, but aside from the but I'm a Muggle reason, I have a competition in March, I can't take that big of a break."

For the first time, Lily looked a little concerned. "Umm... do you really really need your coach for practicing?"

"I guess I don't, not really."

"Well, you're literally going to a magic school, I'm sure Dumbledore can figure something out." A cheeky smile crawled into Lily's face, and I couldn't help but smile back.

Looks like little old me might be going to Hogwarts after all.

After an hour or so debating on which and how many subjects at Hogwarts I should take, it was decided that I would be taking Divination, History of Magic, Potions (with some coercing on my side), and Music as an extracurricular.

Lily sent word to Dumbledore and just like that I was officially the first Muggle ever that would be attending Hogwarts. Or actually I'm not so sure about that, I'd have to ask Lily.