Chapter 4: Books and Truths

A pretty, young girl of eleven sat on a doorstep, reading. Her red hair was tied into a neat ponytail and her green eyes flew across the pages in front of her eyes as she read. She could almost always be found reading, when she wasn't helping others. Lily Evans was, as her parents said, the perfect daughter. That was what her sister, Petunia, hated most about her. Lily had always tried to be friends with her sister, but Petunia saw it as more of her "goody two shoes" behavior.

"Lily," her mother called through the open kitchen window, "it's time for lunch!"

"Coming, Mother!" Lily responded.

Lily sighed, stood, and continued to read as she walked up the front steps. She was halfway up the steps when she realized that she wasn't holding her book.

It was floating. Her book was floating!

She let out a little shreak, then immediately regretted it.

"What's wrong, Lily?" her mother called.

"Nothing, Mom. I just almost tripped. I'm fine, though," she responded.

"Alright, dear."

Lily sighed. That was close, Lily thought.

Her curious side took over. With a thought, the page turned.

That's weird, she thought.

"Lily, hurry, your lunch's getting warm. Egg salad doesn't keep well in this weather!" her mother called.

Lily would have to explore this new trick later. She closed the book and continued up the stairs, making sure her book was in her hands instead of the air.

It was almost time for dinner. Lily was helping her mother in the kitchen while Petunia set the table with her father.

All of a sudden the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" Lily called.

She opened the door to find an old man with twinkling blue eyes and a long, white beard. He wore what appeared to be maroon robes. Lily was reminded of an illustration of Merlin in a book she had read once.

"Lily Evans? My name is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. May I come in?" the man asked.

"" Lily called.

"Yes, Lily? Who's at the door?" asked her mother as she walked out of the kitchen.

"Good evening, Mrs. Evans. I am here about your daughter, Lily. She has been accepted to a very special school. May I come in?" Dumbledore asked.

"Oh, um...yes, of course." Lily's mother responded. "We were just about to sit down to dinner. Would you care to join us?"

"Yes, thank you," Dumbledore replied as he was led to the dining room.

"One more place, Petunia, darling," her mother said.

"Yes, Mum," Petunia replied as she set the extra place.

Over dinner, Dumbledore told the Evans family about Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry and of Lily being a witch.

"Umm...earlier today, something weird happened. Is that normal?" Lily asked Dumbledore after dinner.

"Yes, showing signs of magic, like how you levitated that book earlier, is perfectly normal," he replied, ignoring the shocked look on Lily's face when he revealed that he knew more than she thought he did. "I shall have Hagrid take you and your family to Diagon Alley tomorrow so that you can get your supplies for school.

He turned and left the Evans house. Lily tried to watch him go, curious as to how he would leave, but just as he reached the end of the driveway, she blinked and he was gone.She should have been surprised, but nothing could surprise her today.