Try being the little sister to the hottest boys in school. I dare you. It isn't easy. For one the entire female population of Hogwarts comes to me for insider tips on how to ensnare my lovely siblings. I try to tell them not to bother; James loves every female, uses and loses them, and Al is married to his future career. But the girls want the famous Potter boys next to them when they wake up from a drunken night of partying, I just do not understand my fellow females.

Another big drawback is boys don't even look in my direction. My brothers are known around the school to be overprotective, so guys don't even try anymore. The only guy my brothers approve of me spending any time with is Zane, and he's been my best friend since infancy. He once made an oath to my brothers that he would never try to kiss me, or date me or whatever; so apparently he isn't evaluated as a threat. Besides that I have no males who are not in my family to talk to.

The thing I hate most about being in my family, is well, I'm in this family. I'm a Potter. My father is the most famous war hero in the wizarding world. My mother was a famous Quidditch player. Don't even get me started on my plethora of cousins. The Weasleys produce more babies than rabbits on speed. I have over twenty cousins, and I go to school with almost all of them. There goes half of the dating pool right there; no one wants to commit incest. Gross.

But I don't want to just bitch about my life, because it has some good qualities too. I have two awesome best friends, I am the lead chaser for the Gryffindor team, (only a fourth year, whoot, whoot), and I am the only girl in my family. My daddy spoils me like none other. And I love it.

Today was going to be a good day. It was the last day of summer, which meant the Weasley End of Summer Bash, and it also meant I got to see Zane after being apart all summer. I wouldn't get to see Emme my other best friend until the train, she was still in Egypt. Lucky bitch, she was an only child and her parents took her on exotic trips all summer. She was an heiress to the Hildeburg fortune, one of the oldest pureblood families in the wizarding community.

I'm stirring in my bed; I can hear James loud snores across the hall. Potter Manor may be large, but all of us kids sleep in the same wing, for comfort. We hated being spread out, though right now I wouldn't mind a little distance. I roll over and glance at the clock; I have three hours until I need to be ready to go. Perfect, I can write.

I keep a journal, despite my parents' protestations. My mother was possessed in her second year by Lord Voldemort; he used a diary to make her attack other students. My parents are now paranoid. But I would just write my thoughts on napkins and other scraps, I'm a born writer. So eventually they gave me a journal, but it's bewitched so nothing sinister can read or alter my thoughts. I really don't understand why my parents think I would be a target. I have kept this same journal for my entire four years at Hogwarts. It magically expands and adds pages, without the bulk. I love my journal.

I grab the emerald leather volume from the hidden top shelf of my bookcase. I don my sky blue satin robe and slip my toes into my pygmy puff slippers. My robe has my favorite quill and ink in the front pocket. I slip down the hall and up the hidden passage; the rooftop garden is starting to gleam in the sunrise. I'm headed to my secret bench, obscured by tall hedges from unwanted eyes.

I write every day. It's my therapy, and no, I don't let anyone read it. They can't. It's for my eyes only. And I don't plan on sharing any with you people either. The only part of the life of Lily Luna Potter you will be privy to is the unwritten.