No one would have ever imagined that Lily Luna Potter would turn out this way, knowing that her parents were Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley. But then, how could anyone guess anything about someone's future just by knowing who his or her parents were? Those who judge others aren't they judging just because they do, without any appearing reasons? Don't they criticize with no shame never being satisfied with whatever the other one does? And Lily Potter did try to please, did try to provide what the others wanted, and, well, she never succeeded. They always found something to judge. They always found something to chatter about her during their break. And well, she realized that the best solution was to send their opinions to hell. She wasn't going to be the good girl they wanted her to be. She won't put on a smile for whoever crosses her path. Fuck them all. She wasn't stupid enough to fall for those girls' tricks that wanted to befriend her just after hearing her family name, she won't believe those boys that tried to flatter her only to gain some popularity among the others. Lily didn't choose who her parents were, and even if she loved them and were proud of everything they did, she didn't have to play the role model of the perfect girl.
The first three years of her scholarship in Hogwarts were amazing. Lily Luna had made a lot of friends, girls and boys, among her own house, Gryffindor , among all the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students, and even with some of the Slytherin, the war was long time past them. She was never alone. Everyone knew her. The teachers adored her. She was one of the three chasers of the Griffyndor quidditch team since her second year and she excelled at it. She was brilliant at flying and smart enough at studying without working too hard. Well, she was floating over her white cloud.
Then, at the beginning of her fourth year, she realized every single damn thing the others were saying behind her back. According to them, she was only getting good marks because of her parents' identity. "The spoiled child" got into the quidditch team only by using her beautiful red hair and marine-blued eyes. She had it all granted from her dad and mum. So, this is how they all think about her? Well, screw them all. She doesn't need their opinions, they don't matter a damn instant to her. Nevertheless, she was smart enough, she knows how to act, no surprise that the sorting hat thought a lot about sending her to Slytherin, she has more than one trick in her pocket...
That is how L. Luna emotionally pulled herself from the other Hogwarts students, except her cousins, without them knowing, she didn't consider them as close friends. To her, they were only acquaintances. She talked to them when she wanted to and knew how to keep a low profile; she knew how to wear her mask. So you cannot call her an alone student, because physically she was far from alone. But she didn't trust them so there were no opportunity for her to feel tricked again. This time she was the fox and they unwillingly were the victims. On the other hand, the others took her "friendship" for granted. Perfect. That is all she wanted.
And since the beginning of her taking her distance from them, a rebellious temper was, hum let us not say born because it has always existed, but let's say it had developed, as a fire's flames growing stronger with every wood added. Like her uncles George and Ron, she started enjoying doing pranks in the school halls, however, beware, if she chose a certain person to apply her trick on, she did it in a way he or she never knew who was the culprit. Again, it was. Perfect.
Now, Lily was packing for her fifth year at Hogwarts. Her family was in a total stir, preparing for the new school year. Her two-years older brother, James Sirius Potter, was screaming all over the house that he was still too young to be in his seventh year, and that he didn't want to go to any place where he would hear of anything called "N.E.W.T.". Her two years younger brother, Albus Sirius Potter, was crying because he couldn't find his wand. Ginny was yelling at him and at her husband for passing his messy habits to his son. Harry was answering that he has nothing to do with her son being a mess. Lily started laughing tenderly, thinking that her family was a total fiasco right now. And she loved them, true, but in hell no way was she was going to help anyone right now. She was just too tired for that. Lily had a lot of sleep to catch up, and it's been almost half an hour since she's been yawning non-stop.
They finally made it to the PLATFORM 9¾ AT KING'S CROSS station. Moreover, without anyone of them saying it out-loud, each one of the Potter family prepared their perfect poker faces, ready to confront all the staring and whispering they will inevitably get during the next 15 minutes.