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King's Cross Station, London.
September 1, 1971.
OMNISCIENT NARRATOR:
A little girl, with long red hair and green eyes, ran excitedly looking for the entrance to platform 9¾, being followed by her hurried parents, who were more concerned about not losing her among the people.
— Lily! Don't run, it's dangerous for a girl to walk alone in the train station. —
— Sorry mommy, but we have to hurry, I don't want to be late. —
— Don't worry honey, we still have time, there's no risk. —
Lily Evans was the reflection in life of her mother, Rose Evans. With her red hair, emerald green eyes, straight posture and enviable elegance, everyone could swear to have confused (even once) Lily with her mother as a young woman. Some falling into the erroneous conclusion that some unknown potion or spell had turned the beautiful woman into a girl again.
Contrary to what many believed, Lily did share characteristics with her father that, looking so different from both women, no one seemed to notice that the little girl had delicate and unremarkable features that made her look like Harry Evans. From his marked jaw to his moderately wavy hair, Harry and Lily shared little things that no one else noticed, although they were amused, they felt it as their little secret, one that only the most observant could notice.
Instead, Petunia Evans, Lily's older sister, had a great resemblance to her father and was almost the opposite of her mother. With her long neck, blonde hair and dark eyes, Petunia could easily be considered a cute young woman, although she would scare many people with her rude personality and constant rejection of the different or special.
Over the years, Petunia and Lily had found a peace and balance led by their opposing personalities that, to the surprise of many, got along in a very strange way. But all that affection went free on Lily's 11th birthday, the same day she received her letter to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Her parents were as happy as they were confused by the recent news, unlike the eldest daughter, who took this with total disgust and anger directed at her younger sister.
At first, this disgust began as envy. She felt anger because her sister had been born with something that she had not, magic in her blood. Such was the anger, that Petunia decided to send a letter to Albus Dumbledore, principal of Hogwarts, asking him for a chance to attend school. Upon receiving a letter back, explaining that a person was capable of being born with magic, but not of obtaining it during his life, Petunia enraged, creating a total hatred towards his red-haired sister.
Over the months, Petunia's hatred for everything related to magic, including her sister, grew and grew. He refused to spend time with Lily, be in the same room as her and even look into her eyes or eat the same food as her.
Lily didn't know how to react to this, her love for her sister was so much that feeling rejected by her was something incredibly painful. Over time she got used to it, although she could never stop feeling that pain in her heart every time her sister called her a phenomenon or walked away from her when they met somewhere.
— Lily, honey, are you feeling well? We are already at the entrance of the platform. —
— Oh, yes daddy, I'm sorry, I got distracted thinking about how incredible this year is going to be. —
— Surely yes, little flower. —
— We can't enter platform 9¾, so from here, you'll have to continue alone. — Her mother mentioned.
Lily said goodbye nervously to her parents, who looked at her with admiration and fear for having to let go of their youngest daughter. The only thing Lily hoped for was to be able to have a quiet year, return home knowing much more about the magical world and make many friends during her stay at Hogwarts.
What Lily didn't know was that, when crossing the entrance to get to the Express that would take her to her new school, she would be starting a new moment in her life. One that will guide you through hundreds of unimaginable experiences.
And that, accompanied by many people with stories to know, she will trace the story that would determine her future, although for that she has a long way to go.