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Lily doesn’t want to go to school.
It was a normal summer.
A really normal summer, a normal day, in a normal house…
Or, well as normal as anything can be when the house belongs to people who can turn spoons into birds and carpets into clouds.
You could say peculiar.
You could say strange.
You could say “yes, the curtains absolutely are alive.”
And all of it would be true.
It was a normal wizard house.
Except the Potter house isn’t normal. Never has been. Never will be. Not even on days when everyone is pretending very hard.
Because of the name. Potter.Yes. That one.
Harry who was once “The Boy Who Lived” and is now the dad of three (sometimes four, sometimes as in most of the time), Ginny a amazing quidditch player and champion
James (a very loudy teenager who seems to be not concerned by the world ).
Albus (a quiet boy who does get concerned by the world), also there is teddy to (he only have encouraging words so he's fine) .
And Lily.
Lily Luna Potter.
And Lily has a problem.
Because when children turn eleven, they are supposed to be excited.
Supposed to wait by the window for the owl.
Supposed to jump and squeal and shout and say “Finally!”
But Lily does not want the letter.
She does not want Hogwarts.
She does not want to pack a trunk or wave goodbye or sleep in a castle that is so big it might swallow her.
Everyone says it will be wonderful.
Everyone says she’ll make friends,
but she already has friends, thank you very much (and no, James, cousins do count).
Everyone says she will learn magic,
but she already learns magic here, in the kitchen, in the garden, in the warmth of home.
Because going to school means leaving.
Leaving Mum’s matches.
Leaving Dad’s stories before bed.
Leaving the smell of the Burrow in summer.
Leaving morning pancakes that Kreacher complains about but still makes.
Leaving home.
And Lily doesn’t want to leave.
Not yet.
Not now. So yes.
Lily doesn’t want to go to school.
And she is not sorry about it.