Chapter Five

Petunia had shown her mother the letter but, her mother was not too pleased. Even after reading the letter a thousand times, her mother could not believe that the letter was real. So when professor McGonagall showed up at her house it was a surprise to the family, to say the least.

The family had just eaten and Petunia was reading a book on the big maroon chair in the living room while Lily watched tv on the sofa with father. Her mother was preparing a late-night snack when there was a knock on the door. Already suspecting who it was Petunia stood up and went to the door. She opened the door and came face to face with a woman who looked like she was in her mid-twenties. "Good evening miss Evans, I am professor McGonagall from Hogwarts here to any questions regarding the school."

Petunia acted like she was flabbergasted "Profesor McGonagall if you could please wait here I'll go get my parents to the door," Petunia said. Professor McGonagall gave a firm nod as Petunia quickly walked to the living room. "Mom, Dad, there is a certain Professor McGonagall from Hogwarts waiting at the door," She said. Her parents immediately stood up from the sofa and walked to the door. "Hello Mr and Mrs Evans, I am Professor McGonagall here to answer any questions regarding Hogwarts,"

With a confused look, the Evans couple looked at each other. "You do not mean to say that the letter in the mail was not a joke," said Mrs Evans. Pushing up her glasses Professor McGonagall replied: "Certainly not, Mrs Evans, at Hogwarts we aim to teach students how to control their powers." Mr Evans coughed and beckoned the professor in their home.

As they reached the kitchen Lily was curiously looking through the kitchen window. Mrs Evans quickly told Petunia to go upstairs to her room with Lily. Petunia did as said since she won't need much explaining about Hogwarts.

As they reached Petunia's room, Lily could not help but ask "Petunia, who was that lady dressed in an emerald green cloak?" Petunia sat down at her desk and turned the chair to face Lily, who laid down at the bed. "Long or short story?" said Petunia. "Long!" Petunia giggled at the big ball of curiosity called Lily Evans. "Remember when I received a letter in the mail on which it said I was a witch. Well, it seems that I truly am since a professor at the school came to explain the ins and out to mom and dad."

Lily blinked a few times trying to process the information. After a while, she finally replied: "So does that mean I am also magical like you?" I smiled and only nodded knowing the future that laid ahead. Picking up one of the flowers in the small vase on her desk, Petunia turned to Lily. "Lily with magic I am going to close this flower back into a bud, I want you to try and open the bud, ok." Lily nodded, I turned to the flower and imagined the flower petals closing back into a bud. Slowly the petals started to close one by one. Looking Lily in the eyes "now you try to open it, all you have to do is to imagine it happening," Petunia said as she gave Lily the little flower.

Lily closed her eyes and slowly one by one the petals started to open. Petunia did not know if she should feel proud or more concerned. Lily had been able to do magic so beautifully as if it was natural. While she, on the other hand, felt like her magic was forced and not natural. Signing Petunia leaned back in her chair waiting for Lily to open her eyes.