Chapter 2: My first encounter with a WIZARD!
I had no idea what that day had meant, but it happened more and more often after that. All these things I did worried Petunia, but mum and dad seemed to like it, they thought it was entertaining. They said I was special and amazing in my own special way. Petunia told me that it means I'm strange, wrong, but I try to ignore her.
I soon found I could do more things, "different" things. I could make things come to life, like dead flowers, for them to grow again, really quickly. I didn't worry any more, not if people knew, I didn't care what they thought either. I still had no friends, I knew nobody, so it wouldn't matter if I did these things out of the house.
That day I met a wizard, I didn't know then what he meant, but he would soon become my first friend. It wasn't much longer after my incident with the swings, it was still summer. Tuni and I went gone to the park again, we had regular visits; I loved to feel the air rush past as I jumped off the swings. I swung, higher and higher until the peak of swing, where I jumped. I came down quickly but calmly, wind whipping my hair into my face, I loved this.
Once I was on the soft, bouncy grass, outside the park, I spun around and grinned at Tuni. "Daddy says you can't do that stuff anymore. He says not out of the house!" I tried to ignore the look she gave me, but her sneer made me wince.
"It doesn't matter anyway, there's no one around. Here look at this!" as I spoke I opened my hand and showed her the broken flower I'd found. The flower, although obviously broken off at the stem, was gently opening and closing in my palm. At that point a small mass of black jumped out of a hedge.
"You're a witch! I saw you! You can do magic, you're a witch!" The mass of black clothing contained a little boy, he pointed to me as he shouted. I started to worry, but Petunia jumped from the swings scowling at him. "You're that Snape boy from spinner's end! You're weird, you've been watching us, haven't you?" the disgust in her face as she spoke to him sent shivers down my spine, it worsened as she said the name of his street, as if it were a crime to live there.
"So what if I was? She's a witch!" he pointed at me with his grubby coat sleeve, as he streaked like some kind of golem. I turned to him. "Stop saying that, it's not nice..." I was about to say more but at that point Petunia grabbed my hand and dragged me away.
We didn't talk about the boy after that; I wanted to ask her why she had disliked him so much. Every time I brought it up she changed the subject or left the room. I sensed there was something terribly wrong, but she wouldn't explain. I had no idea at the time that the boy was a wizard of all things. Perhaps homeless at first glance, but he seemed in a perpetual saddened state.
Petunia made me constantly uncomfortable, so I tended to avoid her whenever possible. Keeping with that, I went to the park alone. I was upset that Tuni wouldn't talk to me. I had no friends. I sat alone on the swing. I went steadily; I didn't feel like jumping today.
As I slowly started to swing, back and forwards, in a rhythmic that made me feel better, the boy appeared. "Where did you come from, were you spying again?" I was too upset to scowl at him; he sat next to me on the ground. "I was in the bushes; I wasn't spying though, promise, honestly, I wasn't. Your name is Lily, right, Lily Evans?" he spoke so quietly that I was soothed. "I believe you, don't worry. My name is Lily, and my sister's name is Petunia looked away.
"Don't be upset, you don't have to talk about her. You ARE a witch though." I looked at him in utter confusion. "What do you mean? I don't understand, I thought you were insulting me." He looked so kindly back at me, I felt peaceful. "You can do magic, you're magical. I can explain if you want." I nodded as he stared at me. I knew then that I had made a friend, my first true friend.