I suppose that I should go back and explain about how i lived before Hogwarts.
I lived with Rose and Christopher Evans, distant cousins of my Mother. They had a daughter, Petunia, she was older than me by about three years. She seemed to tolerate me, until i was about seven. That's when i developed an opinion, and refused to let her use me as a dress up doll.
Rose and Christopher- well they were indifferent,didn't care what i did, as long as i didn't draw negative attention to myself. I spent most of my time reading, curled up in my room. It appeared that i had a natural flare for languages, so i spent what little pocket money i had on books written in French,German and even Japanese.
Petunia resented me for this, she could barely grasp basic English, nevermind the complex philological aspects of Japanese. But despite Petunia's resentment, and Rose and Christopher's indifference, my pre-Hogwarts days were happy.

Things started to go downhill when i turned eleven. That morning, i wandered into the kitchen, expecting the standard "Morning Lily, make a cup of tea? Oh by the way Happy Birthday" greeting. But instead i saw Rose glaring coldly at me.
"Um morning?" "This came for you!" Rose snapped, flinging a letter my way. The envelope was heavy, there was also a wax seal on the back.
I opened it...
It was my Hogwarts acceptance letter.
I read it aloud to Rose and Christopher.
"Well?" Rose snapped
"Pardon Mama?"
"Do you want go or not?"
"May i decide tomorrow? I have a lot to think about."
Christopher nodded whilst smiling warmly at me.
Later i was to discover that Christopher was my Mother's soul brother, and the fact that i was to be a witch like my mother seemed to please him. Rose hated my mother for being so close to Christopher. Jealousy is a terrible thing.

Petunia, however, thought it was a joke at first and kept tipping water over me, stating that as I'm a witch, i should melt like in the wizard of Oz. Gosh, sometimes i thought she was born naturally blonde. No offence to any blonde's reading this (i used to be blonde after all) it's just that I've had bad experiences with some braindead morons, who think that being blonde is an excuse to act twice as dimwitted (cough*Lucious Malfoy* cough)

I thought a lot that day. If i had these magical gifts, why not take advantage of them?
I quietly made my way down stairs, trying to creep past Petunia's room.
"Hey Witch girl!"
"What now?" i grumbled as i enter her room.
She was laying on her bed, attempting her English homework.
"What's a simile?"
"Comparing an object to something else, usually using like or as."
"Oh." she scribbled it down.
"Do you have an example to go with that?"
"As white as snow."
"Thanks Wicked Witch of the West, maybe I'll reconsider drooping a house on you." she squealed as she bounced out of the room.
I resumed my walk downstairs.
"Mama? Papa? May i talk with you?"
"Of course Lily." beamed Christopher.
"Well I've decided that if i do have these abilities, i might as well make the most of them right?"
Christopher nodded.
"What i mean to say is, that if it's ok with you, I'd like to go to Hogwarts."
"It's ok by me Hun." chirped Christopher happily
"Mama?"
"I suppose, it seems that i have no choice in the matter." she spat hatefully.

I was too thrilled to notice at the time. I was a witch, and i was going to a witch's school.