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Summary: Peter Pan, the boy who never wanted to grow up, stumbles into the life of first Lilly Evans and then later her son, Harry Potter. Can he be convinced that growing up isn't the worst thing in life? Eventual Harry/Peter
A/N: This is my first attempt at a chapter story for public consumption, I usually do one shots for friends involving all OC so we'll see how this goes. As of now I'm still debating on how exactly I want to proceed with the main storyline, but eventually this will be Harry/Peter pre-Slash if not outright Slash, you have been officially warned, so don't complain to me later, I'll just ignore you. Also, I live in the U.S., not England, I will do my best to be as accurate as possible, but I apologize in advance for the mistakes I'm sure will appear.
Ch. 1 - Start at the Start
Once upon a time, in a place called Surrey, England, there lived a little girl named Lilly Evans. Lilly led a normal life, living in a normal little house with her normal little sister and two normal parents. However, decidedly un-normal things tended to happen around young Lilly. Her toys would fly and move around to entertain her. Strange things would happen when she became upset or angry. Her parents thought seriously about moving several times, thinking the house was haunted until they realized that the strange incidents simply followed Lilly whether she was home or not.
It was a couple months after Lilly turned eleven, school was out for the summer, and her family had yet to leave for their annual vacation, when her life changed drastically. The family had just settled in the living room for the evening to watch a little television and discuss vacation plans when their doorbell rang. Sitting the closest, Lilly leapt up from her seat and skipped to the door, flinging it open in her eagerness, they normally didn't get visitors so late in the day. Any greeting though, died on her lips as she stared in shock at the person waiting on the doorstep.
An elderly gentleman with long flowing white hair and beard, and wearing what looked like a house coat in the most shocking shade of violet she had ever laid eyes upon, stood smiling down at her, bright blue eyes seeming to twinkle with some inner humor.
The man, seemingly unconcerned with her staring, in fact his smile seemed to broaden at the dazed look she gave him, finally broke the silence that had begun to linger. "Ahh, Miss Lilly Evans I presume? I've been looking forward to meeting you."
Lilly froze for a moment before responding the only way she could think of, her young voice rising before slamming the door in the face of the now startled man. "Daaaaaaaad!"
A few minutes later, after a round of apologies from everyone, the stranger sat on the couch sipping tea while explaining to the family that his name was Albus Dumbledore and that he was the headmaster for a very special school…one that specialized in teaching young witches and wizards. And if that wasn't enough, he went on to explain that Lilly was, in fact, a witch.
Lilly's parents denied his statements, Lilly and her sister Petunia simply listening quietly, too shocked to contribute to the conversation. It took a while, and another pot of tea, for Dumbledore to convince her parents that Lilly was, indeed, a witch, and that all the strange things that happened around her were simply from her magic acting out.
By the time Dumbledore left, full night was upon them, Lilly had been entered as a first year student at Hogwarts Academy, and her parents had been instructed on where to buy her school supplies and how to get her on the train that would take her to the school. Lilly and Petunia were shuffled off to bed, vacation plans put on hold until the next night, while their parents discussed all the information that had just been thrown at them, keeping their voices down so as not to disturb the girls' rest.
Too excited from everything she'd just learned to actually sleep, Lilly slid out of bed not long after her parents tucked her in and wandered to her bedroom window, pushing it open to look up at the starry sky. The moon was full, the sky clear, and a gentle breeze was blowing, teasing her curtains and the ends of her long red hair. Gazing up at the sky, she spoke softly to herself, her voice carrying a hint of absolute wonder in it. "I'm a witch. I have magic. I'm going to go to a school for people like me and learn how to control my magic, do spells, and learn to fly…" A soft, musical laugh slipped from her. "I'm going to learn to fly!"
"Oh, flying's not that hard, I do it all the time."
Lilly's bright green eyes grew as big as saucers as she stared at the boy that was suddenly hovering outside her second story window. She only managed to catch a glimpse of messy blonde hair and green clothes before she promptly fainted.