Envy: Lily Evans

Evans' house was totally normal; the face was pale yellow and the mouldings where white. It was a two-storey house, with four simple rooms, a warm kitchen, and broad living room.

Nothing in the Evans home was extraordinary, or out of the ordinary; yeah it had certain peculiarities; like the among of books around the house, o the little herb garden on the window in the kitchen – that not only included herbs but also had some flowers – it wasn't a perfect house but nothing that happened inside those walls would catch anyone's attention. That's why when Lily Evans, at her five years of age, made the butterflies of her dress come to live, didn't know if she would be happy or afraid.

At first the youngest of the Evans family didn't said anything, those little queerness; like her dolls drinking their tea themselves; she kept to herself. It wasn't that the Evans would reproach anything to the little Evans, her parents never made Lily to want to keep something from them; however the same couldn't be said about her sister Petunia.

Petunia was everything Lily wanted to be; she had a lot of friends, her teachers always praised her, and her parents were proud of the oldest of their daughters. Lily always wanted to be like Petunia; with her tiny figure, long neck, and strawberry blond hair; that was definitively better than her dark red hair.

Petunia was always notice for the good things; that's why when the first butterfly left her dress Lily was terrified, terrified of having to hide yet another defect; like jumping on the puddles after the rain, Perfect Petunia would never do that. Or bumping into everything in her path, graceful Petunia would bump into anything. Making those inexplicable accidents was just another thing Lily would have to hide.

By nine, Lily manage to hide that her dolls could move and drink tea without her touching them, or that her broccoli tasted like candy instead of vegetables, even changing the colours of the clothes her grandmother gave her to one less disgusting. These little things made her different from Petunia, at the beginning she hated them but with time her secret wasn't so unpleasant, because any time she didn't like anything she could change it.

That's why she was in front of the bathroom mirror checking her freckles; those things in her face everyone made fun of, those little dots that marc her white face; trying to make them go away. It wasn't that a few freckles bothered her, her whole family had them, but there was a group of freckles near her nose that she particularly dislike; so she try to do the same as she did to the sweater her aunt gave her for Christmas, change it.

Lily watched the gathering of freckles near her nose for what seemed like hours, trying that a dot move far from the other without success. Maybe changing the colour of things was different than moving some freckles. She look again at her frustrated reflex, her little lips press together and then bitten by her white teeth; her radiating green eyes filled with frustration of the task she put herself into, and her red her mess with the effort of the task.

Lily looked at her red hair again. "Changing colours," she thought.

The youngest of the Evans concentrated on her head, in every thread of her dark red hair, and tried to change them at small groups at the time; making her hair, once red, now a bright pink that Lily was still trying to change to blond.

In that instant Petunia entered the bathroom, scaring her younger sister in the middle of the change. Lily turned abruptly to see her sister, her green eyes sparkling with fear and shock, her hair bright pink.

"What did you did to your hair, freak?"

Lily didn't know what to do, her sister had caught her, she new her little secret; and now her hair was bright pink; so Lily did the only logic thing to do, run.

Lily ran to the park close her house, a place she use to go every time she get because it allowed to be herself far from Petunia's shadow. When she reached the little hill that concealed her from curious eyes her hair had the same red dye as always, but still with a few pink stripes.

She sat on the grass drying her cheeks with her hands, by that moment Petunia must have told her parents the queerness of Lily and now she would be even more ashamed. Why did she have to be so weird? Why she had to be so different? Lily just wanted to be normal, the normal-est of them all, even more normal that Petunia; without fuchsia hair, dancing frogs, or disappointing her parents. However that was not Lily Evans.

When she noticed her surroundings there was a young man with white skin and black hair crunched besides her, looking curiously at her, worried. Lily backed up a little when she saw him.

"Your hair is not pink anymore, don't worry," he said to her like it was normal.

With that comment Lily pulled her guard down, the guy didn't seem intimidating, and not alarm at all about her changing hair colour. That's how Lily meet Severus Snape and discovered that she wasn't the only one that could make those things happen; and Snape finally had someone to share his knowledge with. However Snape's stories didn't always calm Lily.

That's why when the owl came on august 1st of 1971 Lily couldn't help to hyperventilate. That day they would send her to a school far from home, her family, and the life she knew; making her sister call her freak for the rest of her life. While Petunia would stay there, in her confortable home, with her loving parents, and appreciative friends.