Chapter 1 : We Were Strangers
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11-year-old Lily Evans had just finished breakfast, and headed upstairs to her room. As she passed the window, the summer sun shined on her face, making her feel warm. She passed her parents' room, her sister, Petunia's room and finally came to her own at the end of the hall. When she opened the door she went straight to her writing desk and began scribbling down some ideas for a story she was working on. Lily was a very talented writer, especially for an 11-year-old.
After a few minutes of writing yet another chapter, Lily slouched back in her chair and waved her hand around to get the blood flowing in it again. She looked about her untidy desk and spotted a small hand mirror her mother had given her. It once belonged to her grandmother; it was passed to her mother and now it was Lily's. Lily hoped to hand it down to her daughter some day. She always looked to this trincket for inspiration, but recently it wasn't fulfilling it duties.
Lily rested her chin in one hand and propped her elbow up on the desk, with the other hand she waved the mirror around lazily, letting her wrist follow. Suddenly, she froze and peered into the mirror. What she saw almost made her drop the mirror. Behind her, on her bed was a big snowy white owl, staring at her with big black eyes. She slowly put the mirror down on the desk and, just as slowly, got up from her chair. The owl let out a loud hoot, making Lily jump again. She turned to see the owl drop a letter on to her bed and fly out the window. As soon as the owl flew out of her room, she ran over to the window and slammed it shut.
Lily hesitated as she reached for the letter. She picked it up and read the envolope:
Ms. L. Evans
The Room at the end of the Hall
25 Old Millers Road
Lily ripped it open and read the letter at least 10 times before she let it fall to the floor in shock. She ran out of her room, slamming the door behind her.
"Mummy! Dad!" she screamed as she ran down the stairs. She skidded into the living room to find only her sister, Petunia, sitting on the couch, talking on the phone. No doubt it was her boyfriend, Vernon on the other end of that phone call.
“Petunia, where’s mum and dad?” Lily asked breathlessly. Petunia gave an irritated sigh.
"Hold on a second, Verny. My sister's rudely interupting." she said. She covered the mouth peice with her palm and turned to Lily. "What do you want?" she sneered.
"Where's mum and dad?" Lily asked again, ignoring the tone Petunia gave her.
“They’re at work of course. You should know that,” she said, annoyed. Lily knew that bothering Petunia while she was talking to her boyfriend was one of the worst times to, well, bother her. "Why?" Petunia asked.
“Uh, nothing. Nevermind." she said as she retreated for the stairs. Petunia rolled her eyes but just went back to her phone call.
"Verny? I'm back. Yes, my sister was just asking stupid questions again. Honestly, there's no way we can be related...."
"Got that right!" Lily yelled over her shoulder as she ran up the stairs.
Lily went upstairs to her room and changed into some old blue jeans and a blue sleeveless shirt. After pulling her auburn hair into a loose bun, without really caring how it looked, she took the letter and put it in her back pocket. Instead of being questioned by Petunia, Lily decided to simply climb out her window. She did it often, even though she wasn't supposed to. It was an easy task since there was a tree right outside her window. She carefully climbed out her window and down the tree, landing on one knee and one foot. "Ouch." She had torn a whole in her jeans. She just shrugged and started walking down the street.
A/N- remeber to leave a review! i want at least 5 before posting a new chapter.
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