The Marauders: The begining of time

01. The Letter

** Just a short little disclaimer that we don't own any of the rights to any of the characters, they all belong to JK Rowling**

Lily Evans POV

"Freak! You're a shameless freak Lily!"

I take in a deep breath to steady my bruised heart from cracking itself in two, not wanting the pieces to cut and break my bones.

"You're not special like Mummy says. You're a freak that belongs in a circus!" Her sharp squealing tone yells at me.

I turn my back on her and start to climb up the stairs to my bedroom, hearing my sister's stomping footsteps come after me. Her taunts becoming stronger with each step I take.

"You're a freak! Admit it! Mummy only says you're special to hide what she truly thinks of you, a freak!"

"You're lying!" I breath out with anger, turning red as I turn to face her, making her take a step back from me.

She's afraid of me. Afraid that I would do something to her, which I would never purposely do... but then why does she taunt me like she does? She knows that I could accidentally hurt her if she pushes me to far. I'm in control of my gift, I know that, this source of power that's always been lying awake inside of me wanting to be free and explore it's identity from outside my body, but I keep it at bay. However, if my emotions get the upper hand... I lose all control.

I become lost.

"Why would I lie about that?" She asks with her thin eyebrows drawing together, lines of cruelty forming around her forehead.

Because you're jealous. Is what I wanted to say but the words don't leave my lips.

Don't lower yourself because of her, a voice of wisdom says to me and I do as told. I turn my back on her, ignoring her cruel voice and close my bedroom door.

My room was small but comfortable. It fitted my single bed against it's chestnut cream walls, that I decorated with pictures and drawings that I've done this summer.

It's only been a week since I finished Primary school, now I'm heading up to Woodside Secondary School with Petunia. My best friend, Abbie Zachary, who's from America, is always telling me off for calling it Secondary school, due to her parents and herself constantly calling it 'High School'. Abbie also jokes about me being younger than her, since she'll be twelve in September when our first year of Secondary School starts. My birthday isn't until January, so I'll be starting the year as an eleven year old. 'A baby', as Abbie puts it. While Petunia is thirteen and is going into her third year of Secondary school. She doesn't have a lot of friends, although her two main friends are rather nice to me and offer me to join in their 'makeup sessions'. I always decline due to the looks Petunia gives me and also because I'm not very interested in colouring my eyes with bright colours. Nor my lips for that matter.

I fold my duvet over to look like I made my bed this morning so that Mummy doesn't scold me, and place my favourite toy duck, Feathers, to rest on my pillows.

I move to my small wooden desk, that's press against my singular wooden wardrobe, pick up a pencil and try to find some scraps of paper in one of my draws.

Petunia found it funny to hide some of my drawing paper. Mummy wasn't pleased when I told her and Petunia called me a 'Snitch' for doing so.

I sigh with disappointment as I find no paper that I can draw on, placing my pencil down and lift up from my chair.

I move my gaze onto my favourite book and pick it up. I've loved it ever since I could read. Mummy used to read it to me when bedtime occurred, until one day I was able to learn and read it back to her.