Title: Light
Author: Amelia Bedelia
Chapter One: Home Again

AUTHORS NOTE: Ok, this would be my second story that I've posted and I would really appreciate no flames!!! I hope you like it!

I also wanted to point out that the reason I called this story Light is sort-of stupid at this point but once you get into the story after a few chapters, James is called Lily's "light." It seems confusing now but I'll point it out when it happens.


Chapter One: Home Again


Lily screamed loudly and threw herself down onto her bed. That stupid Potter!!! I hate him, I hate him, I HATE HIM!!!

A knock came on the door to Lily's bedroom. "What!?!" she yelled.

On the other side of the door a tall, skinny, horse-faced girl walked into Lily's room. Petunia… That was not what Lily wanted right now.

As Lily looked at her younger sister she remembered why they were now sworn enemies.


It was a beautiful day as Lily got up, with the sun streaming down on her face. When Lily dragged her feet out of bed she grabbed a hairbrush on her nightstand and began to brush out the knots in her long crimson hair.

"Morning!" Petunia yelled as she ran, barging into Lily's room and jumped onto her bed.

"Good morning," Lily mumbled, not exactly awake yet.

After Lily had finished brushing out all of the knots in her hair, she and Petunia made their way down to the kitchen table. Their house wasn't very big so their kitchen wasn't that enormous either. On her way into the room, she grabbed a bowl, cereal, a spoon, milk, and sat at the four-sided table. She didn't even need to turn to get something else - it was all on her walk in. That's how small their kitchen was.

When she sat down she kissed her father sitting to her left and her mother sitting to her right. Petunia sat down across from her and grabbed the cereal from the table near Lily.

Petunia was dressed up almost exactly like Lily - except her hair was already put up into a stump of a ponytail and she had put some kiddy make-up on herself. Even though she was still in her pajamas, Petunia had already put up her hair and made up her face the way she was going to have it for the rest of the day.

Lily inwardly shook her head and laughed. Sisters…

Her mother got up from the kitchen table and walked over to the door on the other side of the kitchen and picked up the mail from the mail slot. She sorted through the letters and passed out envelopes to each person at the table.

Though the Evans' weren't very rich, they were very social – all, that is, except Lily. She liked quiet and silence, unlike her sister who loved to talk and would never shut up or even listen, period!

Lily had one pen pal named Louisa in Spain who knew English but other than that, there was no one else. Petunia, on the other hand, had about ten pen pals and sometimes mixed up their names while writing them their letter. Lily kept them all straight, however, and would always proof-read her letters (at least the introduction where it had the name.)

Her mother, Christine Evans, laid down a stack of bills in front of Lily's dad, put down a stack of envelopes in front of Petunia and tossed a letter to Lily. "Um, Mum? Is this mine? I just got a letter from Louisa yesterday and I haven't even responded yet."

"Yes, Lily, it's yours. It's addressed to you. It even has your room on it, too…"

Curiously, Lily looked at the front and sure enough, there it said, "second door on the right." Lily opened up her letter and was NOT braced for what she read.

"Mum," Lily whispered, not believing what she saw. "Mum!" she cried a little more urgently.

"Yes, dear," Christine mumbled.

"MUM!" Lily yelled.

"Lily, what is it?" she said, not very patiently.

"MUM!!!" She said again. Lily felt like she was glued to her seat and couldn't move, but in defeat, Christine got up and walked around to the back of Lily's chair.

"Oh my God…"

"What?" came Petunia's very annoying voice. "What is it?!?"

"Honey…" her mother whispered.

"WHAT IS IT?!?" Petunia yelled.

"I'm not going to St. Marie's anymore daddy…"

"HELLO?!? WHAT IS GOING ON!?!?" Petunia shouted, nearly as loud as a fire engine.

"Oh, Lord…" Will Evans muttered after he read the first line of the letter.

Petunia looked as though she were about to blow her top. Lily, thinking that it would be funny to leave her left out, would not tell Petunia what was happening. Then again, this was too big of a thing not to tell one of your best friends!

"Petunia, I'm a witch. You know," she added seeing Petunia's very confused face, "magic, wizards, and wands. Potions and spells. Curses and incantations!" Lily shouted, overexcited, scaring her sister.

In record time – 30 seconds – realization crossed Petunia's face. She and Lily danced around the kitchen.

"Congratulations!" Petunia said to Lily.

"Wait," Lily muttered. "What if this is some sick joke? What if a bunch of kids who gave me this letter is watching us now? I mean, I've never even heard of a Hogwarts before."

"Hogwarts?" Petunia asked.

"Oh yeah, that's the name of the school."

"What a… name."

"Quiet, dear," Christine said. "Lily, sweetie, here's what we're going to do." Christine opened the envelope and letter and then proceeded to look at the front and back of both. "Aha," she whispered, finding what she was looking for and pulled a small note at the bottom of the envelope. She opened it and read it aloud.

"'For wizarding materials, go to the Leaky Cauldron.'" At this, Lily's family looked at Lily, confused. "I've never heard of a Leaky Cauldron before, Lily."

"I have! I saw it once!" Lily cried and again her family looked confused. "Trust me! It's in the city." This was what Lily's family called London.

"When did you go to London?" Will asked.

"Oh, a while ago. You know when we went to see your boss what's-his-face," Lily replied restlessly. "Just let me get dressed and we'll go, ok?"

"All right," her father said.

As Lily ran upstairs, a little pest seemed to be following.

"Hey, Lily, wait a sec."

"Yes, Petunia?"

"I don't want you to be scared when you're away at this – er – Hogwarts." Lily rolled her eyes. "Here," she said. "Take Cuddles." Cuddles was Petunia's favorite stuffed bear and life-long friend.

"Petunia," Lily whispered, "are you sure about this? I mean, you love Cuddles! Why are you giving him to me?"

"I don't want you to forget me."

Lily smiled. "Petunia, I would never forget you."

Petunia smiled back. "Go ahead, keep Cuddles. I just want him back next year."

"Why next year?" Lily asked.

"'Cause I'm gonna be there next year, silly. You won't need Cuddles if I'm already with you!"

Lily and Petunia hugged and left to get dressed.

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"Next year" hadn't come as planned. Unlike her sister, Petunia had never gotten a letter to any "Witchcraft and Wizardry" school. As a result, Petunia had turned as nasty as a horde of stinging wasps ever since the first day of school that same year. Petunia had begun saying that wizards and witches were "freaks," and she also refused to even say the name of Lily's school. She would never speak to Lily unless forced to or had a particularly nasty insult about Lily and her school.

Since Lily had Petunia as a sister, she never had any of her friends over during the summer break. This made Petunia even happier thinking that Lily had no friends whatsoever! That was not true, though. Lily had two good friends: Breanna and Bella.

Unfortunately for Lily, she also had some enemies at Hogwarts. Lily was a Gryffindor, which was a house at Hogwarts. There were four houses at Hogwarts: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Gryffindors and Slytherin were natural enemies. Let's just say that Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape were the ringleaders of the "We Hate Gryffindors" club.

Also, in Lily's own house, she had enemies: James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew.

Alright, James Potter was the one who really played all pranks, jokes, and tricks on Lily. He was a straight A student and the leader of the prankster group.

Sirius was in on the fun of seeing someone else getting embarrassed. Sirius Black was not stupid and would have straight A's, though he goofed off during class, which got him into trouble. That caused him to have B's. It wasn't that he didn't pay attention and didn't learn the criteria – he just goofed off! Usually, Sirius was laughing and wouldn't stop making jokes, but at times he could be sensitive and caring.

Remus was nearly a teachers' pet because he, too, got straight A's, but that was also the reason the teachers also didn't like him. He was the brain of the group, so therefore, he thought up all of the ideas and pranks. All of the teachers knew that he, somehow, was connected to the pranks with his ideas, but the teachers had no way to prove it.

Finally, there was Peter Pettigrew. He was a completely different story. He was a pureblood and practically a squib. Peter was as harmless as a flea and only stuck around the other three because he couldn't protect himself. Peter was a small, fat boy. Those two combined with non-magical powers was not a good combination.

In fact, that was exactly what brought Lily into this predicament. Today was the day that Lily was going home for winter break. She had dreaded seeing her sister but tried to relax herself. James had pulled one too many pranks and Lily hadn't retaliated for nearly a month now. She thought that if she ignored him then maybe he might stop pulling pranks on Lily.

Nope! James Potter, supposedly the hottest guy in the school, would not stop pranking Lily!

Time to take things into my own hands, she had thought. What did James Potter love best and sorely miss most? Flying! Of course!

Without thinking twice, Lily walked right up to the 6th year dormitory. The four Marauders, as they liked to be called, were staying at Hogwarts for Christmas Break. Remus, Peter, and James were talking downstairs and Sirius was in the dormitory doing who-knows-what. As Lily walked into their dormitory she saw Sirius reading. Hold on. Double take! Reading?

"What are you reading?!?" Lily asked incredulously.

"Triple M. You know, Mischief Makers' Magazine," he replied tonelessly.

"Ah, of course," Lily mumbled, beginning to relax. "Hey, Sirius, do you know where James put his new Shooting Star?" she asked, taking advantage of the diversion.

"Under the bed," he replied, not taking his eyes from the pages.

"Thank you," she replied, joyfully pulling out James' new broomstick. "Don't tell James ok?"

"Mmm," he mumbled.

"Thanks again Sirius. Couldn't have done it without your help!"

"Welcome," he replied.

"Lily hopped down the stairs and sprinted up to her dormitory, clutching James' Shooting Star.

He didn't see me. Good.

Lily shoved the broomstick into her trunk and heaved it down the steps and to where she boarded the train – but not without a good-bye present from James. (Also known as a dungbomb in the face.)

Lily did not have a pleasant train ride home. Seething about what James did before she left, thinking about how annoying Petunia was, and having no friends to comfort her because they had decided to stay at Hogwarts, Lily wasn't in a good mood by the time she arrived home.

As Lily got off the train she walked as slowly as she could through the barrier to the muggle world. Sure, her parents were the best parents that ever lived on the earth and probably every kid's idea of dream parents, but having Petunia with them just ruined Lily's day.

The drive home was quiet. Petunia hadn't said a word to Lily, and Lily hadn't said a word back. Their parents had seen both were upset with something or other and also didn't say much. This left Lily with her thoughts and about whom else but James Potter. The more she thought about all of the pranks he would pull on her and how much he bugged her, the angrier she got.

Once they got home, Lily immediately took her trunk upstairs and locked herself in her room. This was where you joined Lily Evans.

AUTHORS NOTE: Thanks for reading!!! Could you review now please?!?!? THANKS!!! I'd like to try and have about ten reviews! I'll try and have the second chapter posted as soon as I can after this. The two chapters sort-of connect together. Thanks!

Yours truly,
Amelia Bedelia