"She will not. She will attend 'Maynarks School for Girls'!"

"Mother, if I told you once, I've told you a thousand times. She will look into the schools herself, then when she finds one she likes she mails me and I send the money!"

This fight went on all night between aunt Marie and Lily's cousin Daniel. She then ran upstairs and screamed into the spare phone. "You don't have to pay, Daniel! And aunt Marie, for the last time, I got a full scholarship! All you need to do is bring me to the train station at half past ten. It is a boarding school. It is much like Daniel's, only…"

Aunt Marie's ears pricked up. "Only- only what? Is this about your stupid imaginary friends? They are not real, so get over it."

"No, aunt Marie, no. It is a school for- special people. It is a school for-"

"If it starts with the letter 'W', then I am not interested in hearing it, and you may not go."

"But aunt Marie!" Lily wailed so hard her throat starting to block up. She had what seemed like the world on a silver platter. And aunt Marie squashed it with her plump, oversized hands! And then she had an idea. She needed paper, a pen, and her new owl. She ran upstairs to commence part one of her plan. She would go to that school!She found aunt Marie's stash of what she calls her "nice paper". And she also took her black sparkly ballpoint pen. And her cursive sheet. Every letter beautifully stencilled to perfection. She used it to write a letter. And it read:

Dear Deputy Headmistress and Professor Lavender Brown,Hello, and thank you so much for letting me into this school. I would love to attend! I will try my best to be there, but I have no promises. My aunt Marie may not let me into the school. But if you or another witch or wizard is willing to pick me up and bring me to the station, it would make me very pleased. Please write back as soon as possible!Thank you very much,

Lily Luna Potter

Lily called for her owl, which she named Bailey. It immediately pecked at her letter until she gave it to him. "Hey, I was going to mail that! Don't take it!" But then he flew out the window, and he did not come back all day. It felt like dinner came way too fast. Charred steak was all they had, because the barbecue was left unattended for so long. Every few minutes or so she would run to the front door and look for the sign of an owl, or a letter, or something, anything! So, that was the reason she got screamed at for sixteen minutes strait.

"Ding Dong! Ding Dong! OPEN UP! RIGHT NOW! LILY LUNA POTTER!"Lily jumps at her name. Someone actually wanted to see her. But who? Obviously it was not a child, it was a man with a hoarse voice. She took a stool and looked through the peephole (Lily wasn't very tall). The man standing outside was a tall, wide man, as though he had eaten too many meals. He was wearing Bermuda shorts, only it was definitely not the right weather for it. He had on a ripped beige vest, with a t- shirt that showed a picture of a palm tree. Clearly, this guy still thought it was summer. Scared half out of her wits, she opened the door to a man who Lily thought must be aunt Marie's new boyfriend, a.k.a the person that lends her money for the next month or so. The man smelled distinctly of smoke and fast food, he looked as though he hadn't bathed for weeks.

"So your da big Potta' in the house! Terry, uncle Terry, dat's da name, your da game. How aw ya?"

Lily stood there paralyzed. There were many things she could say. Lying is always an option, but she felt she could trust this man. Why? She had no idea. She could have said something cool, like "I dunno, how 'bout you?", but Lily just stared strait and said "Do I know you?"

This surprised the fat man so much, he literally fell and toppled into the house. Lily literally screamed like a little girl.

"Is dat really da first thing you say to your own uncle? Da person who saved your life? You could do better dan dat, can't you?"

Lily could do better than that, but his breath was so revolting, Lily couldn't think.

"I'm sorry, your probably here for aunt Marie-" But then it hit Lily. It hit her right in the gut.

Her uncle Terry, who had left all those years back was standing right in front of her.

What kind of man has a twig sticking out of his socks?

It wasn't a twig.

And this wasn't a man.

Lily Luna Potter was standing in front of a wizard.