Lily Potter and Neoma's Trance

Chapter One

It was just an average summer morning at the Potter household. The birds chirped. The sun rose with magnificent color. There seemed to be nothing special about that summer morning.

As he was every average summer morning, Harry Potter was up bright and early in order to get ready for his job at the Ministry of Magic as Head of the Auror Office while his wife, Ginny, was beginning to make breakfast for their family of five. It was a Saturday morning during the Quidditch off-season, so she finally got to be home with her husband and three children instead of traveling the world to report on the latest matches.

With sleep still clouding his vision, Harry walked outside, yawning heavily, to get the day's Muggle newspaper when he noticed an owl sitting in the middle of their front walk, which immediately snapped him out of his sleepy haze, for this was not just any old owl. Not many average owls sat on a walk in the early morning, staring at the human who approached. Harry could practically feel the magic pouring out of its big, green eyes.

"Hello," he said, taking a few cautious steps toward it and hoping he wouldn't spook it away. "Have you got something for me?"

The magical owl gave a hoot and flew off, leaving an envelope sitting there on the concrete walk. A parchment envelope that was addressed to in a familiar emerald-green ink. A parchment envelope that was addressed to his youngest child, Lily Potter. A parchment envelope that was from a place that he was all so familiar with.

It took Harry no time at all to realize what was enclosed in this envelope, and he looked up to his daughter's open window with a proud smile on his face. After collecting the newspaper, Harry ran straight inside to his wife in the kitchen, nearly knocking a few things over in the process.

"Guess what came today?" Harry smiled before giving Ginny a small peck on the cheek.

Ginny laughed at her husband's enthusiasm, putting down her pot in the Muggle coffee machine her father had bought for her last birthday, "What? The Muggle post shouldn't come for hours, nor should the Ministry's for that matter. I didn't realize they actually sent out letters this early in the morning."

Harry pulled the envelope from behind his back and showed it to his wife. A grin came onto her face after she read the return address and whom it was addressed to. "Well it's about time; Lily has been waiting for this since her birthday two months ago. James and Al were just starting to tease her about not being accepted in; they started calling her a Squib last month."

"Well, they're about to stop," Harry said, his happy attitude now dampening as the pair sat in a short silence. "It's a bit sad really. When James first went, Al and Lily were still in the house, and when James and Al left, we had Lily around. It's going to feel extremely empty around here, Ginny."

Ginny responded with a sigh that sounded just a bit happy compared to her husband's disposition, "I know Harry, but she's going to be having the time of her life at Hogwarts; we surely did."

Harry laughed, "It was more like risking our lives."

"I'll say," Ginny agreed, giving Harry's joke a laugh. "I suppose I should go wake her up; she'd kill us if we knew her letter came and hadn't woken her."

"You do that," Harry nodded, smiling.

Ginny walked up the stairs of their two-story, suburban, Muggle home to the room of her youngest child, Lily Luna Potter. Ginny knew how excited Lily would be when she read the letter; she remembered how excited she was when she received hers. She had squealed and leaped into her parents' arms while Fred and George mocked her elation in the background. Percy had congratulated her wildly while Ron had just continued eating his breakfast. Harry had been upstairs that day, fast asleep while Bill and Charlie were out at work. It seemed like yesterday.