Full summary: "the war is over (...) The Dark Lord was finally defeated. But many died (...) and the story should be repeated" Lily was a normal girl until the day she discovers she is a witch. That's when it all gets really weird. She finds out that it existed another Lily Evans, muggle-born, who died, that was exactly like her! and what about this James Potter? Arrogant jerk. And only because he is the son of the auror Harry Potter!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except for the plot

Author's note: hi! just so you know I'm not from an English speaking country, so I may have some mistakes (and with this I mean a LOT of mistakes!). If you found one please tell, I like to learn from them.

By the way, it may be a little boring in this chapter, but I had absolutely no idea on how to start it, since I already have the entire plot in my head.

The story will be told mainly by Lily's point of view.

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How Weird

"The war is over,

The land is free.

The Dark Lord was finally defeated.

But many died,

Lost their lives

That's why the story should be repeated"

"What was that?" asked a young boy to his father, pointing towards his mother

"That, my boy, was a prophecy"

Lily's POV

"Come play with us Lily!" I heard my older sister, Petunia, call me.

Gosh, how I like my sister. She has the most beautiful brown eyes I have ever seen. And her hair has that stunning blonde colour that I just adore. Honestly, how can I be so different from her? I got stuck with this thick and dark red hair and these eyes, which can not decide between being the lightest green I ever saw and the darkest. She is already sixteen and is five years older than me (yes, five years. It doesn't matter that my birthday is only in December. She's still only five years older than me). And did I mention that she is the model of perfectionism?

"Aren't you sick of always reading? School just ended and you're already studding!" that was Henry. God, isn't that boy just so stupid! He has red hair like me and hazel eyes. He's fourteen and only has three years on me (again, it doesn't matter that my birthday is only in December!) Oh, and he's a complete jerk. Really, trust me, I should know it: he's my brother.

But truth to be told, I couldn't ask for better siblings. They always took care of me, and I know they always will.

Right now my parents are inside, probably watching TV. Petunia (or Pet as I like to call her. She hates it) is swimming on our pool and Henry is just bugging me. As usually.

"Come on bookworm"

"Henry! Don't call her that! It's not her fault that you don't have a brain!" I love my older sister's remarks!

"Fine, I'll go play with you. Let me just go put my book in my room!" I said to them. Henry rolled his eyes at my attitude. What can I say, I just can't leave it there to be ruined, now can I?

"Ok, but hurry up!" Pet said to me

I just nodded and stood up.

I went inside the house, climbed the stairs and finally reached my bedroom. I love my bedroom, it's so cosy.

It's big enough, with my king size bed with pink and violet sheds thrown against the wall. My walk in closet and my bathroom, my bookshelves and my picture's placards on the walls (I have pictures of almost all the people I ever knew, and from me since I was born so you can imagine how big it is now). And off course, my favourite part of the bedroom: the roof. You see, my bedroom is on the third floor and used to be the attic, which led to an enormous place where you could see almost the entire town. When my mother fell pregnant with me, she wasn't expecting to have any other children, and, as the house only had three rooms, my parents had to build a new one. This was the only space they had free for it, so they used it. And I got to have my own "tower" as I call it.

I put my book on my bed and decided to go upstairs.

As soon as I get a foot out of the room and into the Tower, a warm wind stroked me. I closed my eyes for some seconds, enjoying the feeling.

I can't believe that it's already July, I was thinking, time seemed to fly by. In no time I'll be going to my new school with my brothers.

With that thought on my mind I opened my eyes, only to see the most horrible bird I have ever seen coming right to me. I screamed. I must have screamed, because after that, everything went black.

I woke up some time later with my mother and my sister looking with eyes full of concern at me.

"Are you alright Lily?" Pet asked me

"How do you feel sweetie?" my mother asked, while placing a hand on my head "We heard you scream and found you lying out there on the roof."

"I'm alright mother. I just dreamt about this horrible and disgusting bird flying straight at me." I answer her. My mother and Petunia changed a look between the two of them.

"Is she woken up already? I want her to read the letter that owl brought! That is the most awesome thing I ever saw! An owl's mail!"

An… An… An Owl? No, it can't be. It just can't be.

You see, I have the biggest fear of owls ever since I was six when I was attacked by one, in the middle of the park, without doing anything. Ok, so maybe it wasn't anything. I kind of betted with Henry who could shoot a better rock at her. My brother is quite the crazy man about owls.

"Be quiet Henry." My mother said "Give me the letter."

Harry passed something to my mother and she handed it to me.

"Ewww! I'm not touching that! It was on an owl's mouth!"

"Actually, it was on its leg." Henry said with a smirk

"Shut it Henry" Pet said "I'll read it for you"

She took the letter and opened it. Then, she started:

"Headmistress: Minerva MacGonagall

"I don't think the next part is interesting." Petunia declared

"Go on." my father said

"Dear Ms. Lily Anna Evans,"

I know, my name kind of sucks. But I got better than Pet! She is Petunia Nialda Evans- my mother found the name on some stupid book and took it.

"We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find inclosed 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,
SIGNATURE
Joana Slughorn
Deputy Headmistress."

I started laughing hysterically. Who are they kidding!

"Ok, ok, that was funny. Who was it? By the owl I bet it was Henry!" I said

"Lily, I didn't send you anything! I swear this time it wasn't me!"

"Joseph, do you think she is really a… a…" my mother started

"Witch mother, witch." Pet supplied

"I don't know Rose. But there's only one way for us to find out, isn't it?"

"I guess so. Let's write back!" my mother said cheerfully

"Are you kidding me? Do you remember who I am? Lily Evans, your bookworm daughter!" I said. I can't believe they believed in this. They are so naïve!

"Well, it's not like you never did anything weird." my mother started

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Like that time when you made your skirts explode, because you didn't want to wear them." Petunia said.

"Or that time when you made my hair pink because I was saying your bedroom looked stupid in pink." Henry continued.

"And don't forget that time that you made your homework fly to your professor's head because, like you said, she didn't correct it right." my father supplied.

"And-"my mother started.

"OK, OK! I get the point!" man, I am really weird sometimes.

What if I am really a witch? It would be so cool.

And going to this school… And how exactly am I supposed to get to this school?

And were do I buy my supplies?

And what are exactly my supplies?

This is weird.

Really weird.

"Lily? What do you want to do, honey?" my father asked me

I looked at him.

He looked like a child, waiting to receive a sweet.

I looked at my mother, my sister and my brother. They were all looking at me with hopeful faces.

"Alright. Let's do it."

What was I getting myself into?

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-Hannah-