"Morning, Lils." Petunia Evans trodded into the kitchen, her long, dirty blonde hair swishing behind her, her eyes barely open. Petunia gave a tired smile, which was interrupted by a yawn, and dragged herself over to the kitchen table where her younger sister, Lily, was sitting with a small pile of papers. Lily didn't bother to correct her that it was, in fact, late at night and Petunia had simply fallen asleep.

She briefly glanced at what her sister was working at before turning around and heading towards the fridge. She opened the door and stared into the large, cold, box, trying to make her choices. There were so many delicious foods to choose from in the Evans house, due to their unemployed mother's shopping addiction. Finally she selected two slices of watermelon and poured herself a glass of lemonade before making her way back to the kitchen table.

Lily frowned and laid the white sheets out in front of her. It was the math portion of her summer practice, which her mother enforced on her. She just couldn't understand the whole concept of it, though. Lily hated math with all her being and doubted her mother's frequent claims that she would use it when she got older. She glanced over at her older sister, who was watching her while nibbling at her watermelon. "Petunia, will you help me with this?"

The older sister smiled and agreed. She was fifteen, which made her four years older than Lily. And, in Lily's eyes, as well as her parent's, she was as close to being perfect as anyone could get. Lily smiled when Petunia slid over to help her, knowing that with her help she might actually understand it.

After almost thirty minutes of Petunia explaining the same thing over and over, Lily understood. She grinned up at her sister. "I understand it! Thanks Petunia, that's all I have for this week. Mum'll be happy." Petunia grinned and lightly swatted her sister on the back of her head.

It was times like this that Lily loved really her sister, even as much as they were growing apart. When the two had been younger, they had done everything together. Once Petunia had entered junior high, however, she became too busy to do as much with her younger sister. They were still very close, though.

As Petunia, now much more awake, slid back over to her watermelon, which was now rather warm and not quite as juicy, Lily stood up and hunted for a bag of chips. Once she finally retrieved them from the far back in the cabinet, she went and sat back down, doing a few fraction problems, just in case.

The two sisters sat in silence for about ten minutes before their mother came bursting into the kitchen. She was wearing a grin broader than either sister has seen in quite some time.

"Oh, I can't believe it," she squealed, scooping her daughters up into a great bearhug. "My two little girls are growing up." Her eyes lingered on Lily. "I mean, really! Little Lily, going off into a whole new school!" Lily rolled her eyes at this, but said nothing. "And Petunia's embarking into the final years of her life! I couldn't be more proud of the two of you!"

Petunia managed to weasel her head around to the back of Mrs. Evans' neck. She made a gagging motion to Lily, who burst into a fit of giggles. When Mrs. Evans finally released them, both daughters were panting for breath. But their mother did not notice. She was going on and on about the two, for the second time since Petunia had gotten her school supply list in the mail the day before.

Lily tried to keep her cool in front of her older sister and not look to excited for school, but she couldn't help it. Lily loved to learn, even if she didn't get much social experience. The girls in her school thought she was too weird, all because a few years back, Lily had tripped on the concrete and, instead of breaking her nose, had landed on a mysterious bush that had not been there before. She let her thoughts wander back to that day, drifting into her own world, only to be brought back by a sharp tap on the window.

"What is that," her mother said bitterly, glancing around the room. She stopped at each of her children and eyed them sharply, but they only responded with a confused shrug.

Finally, Lily spotted the problem. "Mom!" she squealed, pointing at the window pane, where a large brown and white barn owl was sitting. She ran over to it and, despite her mother's protests, opened the window. The owl fluttered inside and calmly perched itself on an empty chair, sticking it's leg out.

Mrs. Evans' face went pure white, though neither daughter was sure if it was because of the owl's behavior or the fact that it was getting mud in her perfectly clean house. "There's something attached to it!" Her eyes bugged out. Petunia rolled her eyes at her mother's overreacting behavior, but she, too, seemed curious and a bit afraid of what was tied to the owl's leg.

Slowly, careful not to rip the envelope, or hurt the owl, Lily took the paper off the owl's leg. Instantly, the owl flew off, leaving a bewildered family left alone. Finally, Lily opened the letter and unrolled the scroll inside to read aloud.


(Order of Merlin, First of Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
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
fine enclosed a list of all necessary books and equiptment.
Term begins on September 1. We will await your owl by no
later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall,
Depute Headmistress

Lily looked up. Her face was as white as her mother's, now. She glanced up at her sister, who looked shockingly puzzled. A look of disbelief crossed her face. "Oh, that can't be serious. Must be some boys playing a joke. Probably Vernon. I'll be sure to speak with him." Vernon was Petunia's boyfriend of two years, whom Lily despised and thought was not near good enough for her sister. "Lily, let me see the letter."

But Lily didn't seem to hear her. She was bending over to pick up another paper that had fallen to the ground. She unrolled this one as well. It was hand written in bright red ink. Slowly regaining the sense of speech, Lily read this aloud as well.

"Miss Lily Evans,

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is well aware
that you are muggle born. To explain all of the details more
accurately, we shall be sending over a guide on the July 14
at five o'clock. He shall inform you of all you need to know,
and you will send your decision to him.

Minerva McGonagall"

The small redhead's eyes darted to her sister. Petunia was looking at her with a mixture of shock and disgust clear on her face. She scowled, making Lily's eyes trace their way back to her feet. Petunia was jealous, for, even if it was a joke, she was always the one to get important letters.

For a moment, Lily was beaming. Finally, she had been the one to be aknowledged. Not her sister, but her. She smiled for a full minute before the truth of the letter sunk in. Witchcraft and wizardry? This had to be some cruel prank. Lily was not special at all.

She turned to her mother, who made an odd noise. All at once, she shook her head and regained her calm state. "Well then. I suppose we'll just have to wait and see what happens on the fourteenth." She glanced at the calandar. "Oh, my! That's tomorrow! What time was it again? Oh yes, five o'clock."

Taking another glance at the letter, she smile akwardly. "My, it's almost time for bed! You two, go wash up. Father won't be back until late, you'll both be asleep." She leaned in to kiss them both on the cheeks. "Good night girls!"

Both girls muttered a feeble good night. Once in the hall, Lily turned to Petunia, expecting her to be sniggering over how proper their mother was. Instead, she avoided all eye contact with her younger sister. Lily shuddered. Petunia and her almost never fought, and it made her stomach knot when they did. Shamefully, Lily hung her head and only raised it to brush her teeth and lay it down on the pillow.

She lay in bed for an hour, restlessly turning about, her head filled with thoughts and questions about the fateful letter she had just recieved. Was it really meant for her? Did she deserve it? Finally, Lily nodded off, though she had never had a worse night's sleep.

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