How Lily Evans came to be

Lily couldn't help but stare at everything that was going on around her. She knew it was rude, but honestly she had only seen real magic one other time. It had been last week in fact when her parents had taken her to Diagon Ally, but they had been rather anxious about the street and all the very odd people on it and had proceeded to rush Lily through buying her school supplies and got out of there. But now as she stood by herself on Platform 9 and ¾ surrounded by witches and wizards on all sides, she could stare all she wanted. Well until a pretty girl with long white blonde hair, who was obviously older then Lily, made a nasty face at her. Looking down at her feet nervously Lily pulled her cart, loaded with her large trunk towards the other side of the platform. Lily made a mental note to stay as far away from the blonde haired girl as possible.

Lily was slightly unnerved to say the very least, especially when a woman next to her pulled out her wand to clean the dirt off of her sons cheek. "Really Fabian," she reprimanded him, "you're a seventh year yet you must run around like a twelve year old. However are all the other Gryffindor students supposed to respect their Quidditch captain if he acts like an imbecile?" The boy merely grinned merrily at the woman, who was obviously his mother. Lily's mind reeled, what in the world is Quidditch, she thought uneasily, or a Gryffindor.

This whole strange world which she had been suddenly thrown into seemed completely unbelievable. It had not been that long ago that she had simply been your average eleven year old getting ready to go onto the same boarding school her mother had attended. It seemed like an eternity ago but in truth it had only been a little less then two months prior. The day which she became aware of magic and this entire other world of which her parents knew nothing, would be a day which would forever stand out in her mind.

Lily had been sitting at her breakfast table in her family's pleasant suburban home on Chantrey Close in Ashtead a small town in Surrey. She had just taken a bite of corn flakes, her mother Linnea was standing with her back to Lily humming Beethoven's fifth symphony while she buttered toast. Her father George was muttering under his breath about the state of Parliament and Petunia, her older sister, was trying to feed her banana to the families cat, Chopin (Mr. and Mrs. Evans were great fans of classical music perhaps almost obsessive but that's not the point).

Suddenly from the open windowed had swooped of all things an owl, George Evans had been the first to react standing straight up and proceeding to spill his tea all over the table and his newspaper. "W-What is this? LINNEA THERE IS A BLOODY BIRD IN OUR KITCHEN!"

Linnea Evans was staring in shock as the bird set its self down on the wooden table calmly hopped around the margarine dish and deposited a letter next to Lily's hand, which had been frozen in mid air as she had been just about to take another bite of her corn flakes. It was at this point that Petunia had begun screaming; she jumped out of her chair and ran from the room in hysterics.

The owl looked around at the Evans family haughtily and proceeded to stretch out its wings and soar back out the open window. Lily, Linnea and George all starred at the letter unsure of what to do, say or think, all to the tune of Petunia's hysterical screams coming from the other room.

Well I guess you should open it Lily" George finally said. "No I don't think its safe George" Eloise cried. "Well it's addressed to her Linnea, what do you suggest?"

"I think you should open it!" Linnea said desperately to her husband.

"Linnea won't you please be reasonable! I can't open her mail, that's incredibly rude" George reminded his wife. George Evans was always one for etiquette and civility.

Lily by this time had let her curiosity get the best of her had opened the letter unbeknownst to both her parents. The words in side forever changed her life.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin First Class, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Evans,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Minerva McGonagall

Linnea and George had stopped talking once they saw their youngest daughter reading the letter in question. Lily looked up at parents, her eyes as large as small dinner plates. "I-I think I-I'm a witch," she breathed.

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