Lily was bored. It was grey sky and rain beating against the window did nothing to improve her mood. She missed her brothers; it was Albus' first year at Hogwarts and she didn't much like being the only child at home. Her parents had lots of work to do and she missed having people to play with. Sometimes her Aunt Hermione would bring Hugo over to play with her whilst she chatted to her mum. But Hugo was currently staying with his muggle grandparents. That was another injustice, all her other cousins had two sets of grandparents but the Potters didn't.

Ginny Potter was sitting in her study, writing a Quidditch article for the Daily Prophet, when her daughter wondered in. She looked up and looked worried at the glum expression on Lilly's face.

'What's wrong sweetie?' she asked, concerned.

'I'm bored,' Lily moaned. 'I wasn't to go to Hogwarts too, there's nothing to do at home. It's not fair; I've got no one to play with.'

'Why don't you go and look up in the attic, see if you can find anything interesting to look at. I need to finish this, but then we could make some cakes for tea.' Ginny suggested.

'Can we send one to James and Al?' Lily asked.

'Alright dear, now run along so I can finish.' Ginny smiled as her daughter scampered out, looking much happier than she had done earlier. Ginny knew what it was like to be left at home whilst her older brothers were off at Hogwarts and felt bad that she had been to busy to do things to keep her daughter amused.

Lily loved the attic; it was full of interesting things. She clambered over an old trunk and moved some old Quidditch robes, then tripped over a Rememberall that had fallen out of one of the pockets. Brushing dust of her jumper and skirt she looked at the object she had landed on.

It was a book, Bound with brown faded leather and with a red ribbon tied around it. Lily picked it up and found a pile of old jumpers to sit on. Carefully she undid the ribbon and opened up the book.

We will live and laugh and love

(These gifts were given from above)

We will laugh and love and die-

Our resting place, up in the sky.

Lives are washed away with rain

But memories will still remain.