Disclaimer: I am sorry to say that I am not J. K. Rowling. If I were, I wouldn't have to write fanfics; I would write real books. Anything remotely familiar is hers, not mine.
My name is Lily Evans Potter; this is the story of how I fell in love with my husband, James Potter. Anyone who knows James and me would say it was impossible that we could ever get married, but here I am, married to the biggest git in the whole wide world. It really is hard to believe. Well, to begin the story, I have decided to write about how I became a witch so my children would one day understand that I was once a student just like them. It's also because I'm bedridden by this stupid pregnancy.
It's hard to believe that it was so many years ago I got that letter. That day is so easy to remember, yet so easy to forget. How could it be that I can't even remember what I was wearing the day my life changed forever? I do remember I woke up around seven that morning.
I went down to breakfast and my mum turned to me and asked, “How did you sleep?”
I don't remember how I answered. Strange, isn't it? All I know is that at some point during the meal, my father came in and sent me to bring the mail. I was never sent any mail, so I hated checking it. Why would I care if my parents got bills? If I got mail, then tell me; otherwise, leave me alone. I stormed out of the room. Now that I look back at it, I shouldn't have gotten that upset, but everything seemed more dramatic at eleven. I picked up the mail and there it was, just sitting there on the top of the pile. A letter addressed to me. I thought about all the things Severus Snape, the boy I met at the park, had been telling me the last month. It had to be true. Hogwarts really existed. I could barely process this thought as I stared at the letter before me.
The envelope was made of thick parchment, looking a lot like the paper my mum made for her scrapbooks. My name and address were written on the envelope in green. I slowly turned the letter over and saw that it was sealed with wax. I didn't think anyone did that anymore.
The seal had an ‘H’ in the middle surrounded by four different animals: a snake, a badger, a raven, and a lion. I stared at the lion, but tore my eyes away from it as my mum came in asking what was taking me so long.
I looked up at her and then down at the letter again. As I was gazing at it, I handed the rest of the mail to her. Slowly, I broke the seal, and pulled out the letter.
Right as I was about to unfold and read it, a knock sounded at the door. I looked up, startled, but quickly opened it to find a woman. She was one that should not be crossed; you could tell by the expression on her face. Stiffly, she stood at the door looking me over.“I do believe I have given you enough time to read your letter. I am Professor McGonagall. I teach Transfiguration at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I have been sent to answer any questions you might possibly have. We do this for all of our students not previously exposed to magic.”
The woman stopped and looked down at me. I guess my jaw had dropped or I was staring at her like she was crazy because she continued, “Judging by the look on your face, you have not opened your letter yet. Go on, open it.” She spoke this in a gentle, encouraging way, so I decided that she was really a nice person. I opened the letter.
Dear Miss Evans,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
I looked up at the woman in front of me. “This is a joke, isn’t it? I mean, it has to be. Tuney was right. None of this can be true." I was in denial, and though I believed Severus every time he told me something new, I just couldn't believe that it was actually happening.
“Really?” she asked me and smiled. She pulled out what looked like a stick and waved it, mumbling an odd-sounding word. Suddenly, the coat stand by our door began to float in the air, making Mum scream. I jumped a little, and staring wide-eyed, I knew then that Severus had been telling the truth. I was a witch and was going to Hogwarts.
“This explains a lot,” I said simply and returned her smile, although I think mine was more of a grin.
“It is nice to know that some students with non-magical parents really do believe me. Most only panic and tell me to leave because it could not possibly be true. I assume that because you accept this so readily, you have performed magic on accident. I tell you this not to scare you, but to warn you: magic is prohibited outside of school. I assume that you would like to go to Hogwarts?”
I turned and looked at my mum, hoping to get an approving nod. When I finally got it, I turned back quickly to look at Professor McGonagall and said, “Of course! I want to learn magic!”
“I will inform Professor Dumbledore of this and we will see you again on September 1st. Do you have any questions?”
“Well...” I hesitated before answering. This professor obviously thought that I was an intelligent girl. I didn't want her to think I was dumb, but I had absolutely no idea what to do now. “Where do I get my stuff? Does this say Platform Nine-and-Three-Quarters? There's no such platform. Do I get a wand like you? Will I be considered strange because I grew up not knowing about the wizarding world? And...”
I looked at Professor McGonagall’s face and saw that she wasn't prepared for this. I stopped asking questions and said, “I really just need to know about where to get my stuff and the how to get to the platform.”
McGonagall looked at me and smiled. “You can get everything you need at Diagon Alley. Now, to get there you need to reach the Leaky Cauldron, in London. Only witches and wizards are able to see it.” She handed me a piece of paper with the address. “Go in and talk to Tom, the bartender. He will tell you what to do if you explain your circumstances. Do you understand?”
“Yes ma'am, I understand. Ask Tom how to get into Diagon Alley.”
“Now, the train. The Hogwarts Express leaves from Platform Nine-and-Three-Quarters, and yes, there is such a place.” I got another rare smile from her. I was beginning to really like Professor McGonagall. “To get there you need to walk straight through the barrier between platforms nine and ten. I know that sounds strange, but since you are a witch you will be able to get through. I am sorry to say that your parents will not be able to, but they can take you to the barrier. When you get on the platform, you will see the Hogwarts Express. I believe you can make sense of the rest.”
“Yes ma'am. Um... Will you be there?” I asked.
“No, I am afraid not. Teachers must already be at Hogwarts. They hardly ever take the train. Now, I believe you asked if you would be considered odd. I hate to tell you this, but by some, you will be. Do not take notice of them. They will think that they are better than you because they are 'pure-blood,' but it is not true by any means. Some of the best witches and wizards I know are Muggleborn.” With that, she looked at one of our clocks and finished, “I am sorry, and I am sure you have many more questions, but I must be going. There are other students I must see. Have a good day, Miss Evans, and I will see you on September 1st.”
She smiled at me and disappeared.
“Mum! Did you hear all that? I’m a witch!” I yelled at my mum. “We have to go to London!”
“Of course, dear.” My mum finally tried to calm me down. “This is great! We can go and get your supplies when I drop Petunia off at the shopping center.”
Married To the World's Biggest Git by AIsForAntlers
Chapter Notes: Okay, so this is my first fanfic. I personally like the idea, but please tell me if you think it's too cliché. And many thanks to my Beta: Melody
Edit: I've updated this chapter so that it falls a little more in cannon to what we learn about Lily in the 7th Book. I will however say that I'm going slightly non cannon with the idea that they're meeting in Diagon Alley and not on the train.