AN: Just a reminder - it may take awhile before I update on this story. But I promise I will update when I can. Also, this is Lily LUNA Potter's adventure, not her grandmother's. Enjoy and please review! I love to hear your thoughts. Oh, and this is a short prologue, but expect longer chapters! :)

Prologue

Lily woke up to her door creaking open, the light spilling into her dark and silent room. She cracked a smile, knowing that it was her mother waking her up for her important day.

"Honey, wake up," her mother said. "Today's your day!"

Lily jumped out of her bed and threw open her curtains, letting the early morning sun light into her room. She grinned wildly and turned around to face her mother, who quietly chuckled to herself. Not only was it Lily's birthday today, but it was the day when she went to Diagon Alley to get supplies for school. And, of course, this was the day when she would finally yield an actual wand, and not a toy one she had been using for years.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart," her mother said with a grin just as wide as she hugged Lily. "Get washed and dressed; we're going to leave in about an hour with your brothers."

Lily groaned, "Do they have to go? Albus is okay, but does James have to go? He might play tricks and embarrass me!"

Her mother sighed, "Lily, your brothers have to get their supplies, too. And trust me—if James didn't have to get new robes and new schoolbooks, I would consider letting him stay home. Well, maybe not…you never know what he's up to. Anyways, go ahead and wash up. I'll see you downstairs."

Lily nodded her head and went into the bathroom to wash. She couldn't help but to smile as she got dressed and brush her hair in the mirror. Her mirror, as her birthday gift last year, told her what to fix and what to do as far as appearance. ('Your hair is too frizzy, Lily.' 'Your shirt buttons are uneven!' 'You look beautiful today, Lily!')

"Brush your hair in the back, there are still some more tangles," her mirror said to her today.

Once Lily was all dressed in simple jeans and a long sleeved, buttoned shirt, she walked downstairs and into the spacious kitchen. Her father sat at the table hidden behind the Daily Prophet while her mother finished up breakfast. On the island counter was a plate of stacked waffles, a plate of a mountain of scrambled eggs, a plate of crispy bacon, bottles of various types of syrup, a plate of toast…the variety went on and on. The kitchen smelled wonderfully to Lily and she walked over to the cabinet to get a plate.

"Happy birthday, honey," her father exclaimed before hugging her daughter.

"Thanks, dad," Lily replied, setting the plate on the island counter. Lily began arranging her breakfast, and soon she was interrupted by her father.

"You're not going to ask what you got for your birthday?" her father cried, surprised.

"…no?" Lily replied, almost as surprised as her father.

Her father glanced over to his wife and chuckled, "Isn't this odd Ginny—Lily isn't begging to know what her gifts are! This is a very strange shift, since Albus and James always bug us about asking for their bloody gifts." Lily gave a sigh of relief and finished arranging her plate and sat down at the table to eat.

Her mother and father went down to sit and eat with Lily when Albus and James appeared from the back door. James was dressed in a sweatshirt and jeans, returning from a friend's house. James was tall for a fresh 15 year old. Albus, however, looked like a 13 year old version of his father.

"Good morning, boys," their father greeted before formally eating his breakfast.

"Morning, dad," James replied with a lazy yawn. On his way to the island counter he patted his hand on Lily's head and said, "Happy birthday, oldie." Lily, used to her brother's remarks, simply rolled her eyes and continued eating.

Albus gave both of his parents a hug and wished his sister a happy birthday before eating. Lily always liked Albus. He was bright, charming, and warmer than her other brother—but Lily still liked James, though she never directly admitted it. She always liked playing games and watching him practice magic without his parents knowing.

Her mother groaned, "Boys, we're leaving in twenty minutes…can you please wash before we leave?"

"That was my intent," James replied. "But I must eat my breakfast first. Would you rather have me live, or die of hunger because you want me to take a bath?"

Ginny muttered, "I'll have to think of that one for a second—just kidding, James. Go ahead and eat, but make sure you boys find time to clean up."

The boys sat down and joined their family for Lily's breakfast meal. James was telling stories about how he and his friend had did some Muggle pranks (since his friend was a Muggle) and how they had 'T.P'ed someone's house. Their father laughed while their mother just shook her head disappointingly, murmuring something about their uncle George under her breath. Albus told them how he had went on a run around the neighborhood and how he had spotted an owl flying around.

"I wonder if someone near here has discovered they are a wizard and got their acceptance letter from Hogwarts," their father suggested. "It happened to me, you know—let's just hope that their parents accept it, unlike my uncle and aunt." Their father barely talked about their Great Uncle and Aunt Dursley. He just said how they weren't the nicest and that they haven't kept in touch ever since he turned 17.

"Hopefully," Lily sighed. "I want a friend before I go to Hogwarts."

"You'll have friends!" her mother exclaimed. "You have your brothers, though I don't know if you'd count them as those. Your cousin Hugo will be a first year this year, too."

Lily replied quietly, "But I want a friend who isn't a part of this family…"

Her father put down his fork and said, "Lily, you will make friends. I went to Hogwarts without knowing anybody. But then I met your Uncle Ron on the train there, and also your Aunt Hermione. And look how it turned out—we're family now! You have nothing to worry about. And maybe, just maybe, you'll make a new friend at Diagon Alley today."

"Hopefully."

James loosened the tension by continuing his adventure through the neighborhood with his friend. He talked about being in a car with his friend and his friend's parents, he talked about a box that showed people acting on a screen (their mother stared blankly, but their father seemed to know what he meant), and he just rambled on about Muggle items. Lily sat in her chair, anxious about the day. She began to think about Hogwarts. Would she be put into Gryffindor like all of her family? Or would she be put into Slytherin? Though she felt like she was pressured to be in Gryffindor, she would like to be in Ravenclaw like her cousin Rose.

The boys finished their breakfast early and went to wash. Usually Lily would help with the dishes, but her father had volunteered to help her mom wash them. So Lily, free to do whatever, went about to the sitting room and began to read one of her favorite novels. But she was drawn to one of her weaknesses: eavesdropping. She heard her mom and dad talking in the other room.

She sat the book down on the couch and leaned her body against the wall near the kitchen door and listened.

"…are you sure you want to give her your old Firebolt for a birthday present?" her mother whispered.

"Yes, Ginny," her father replied just as quiet. "It's fast and in good shape."

"That's what I'm worried about—speed. Beginner flyers need something slower. How about one of those old Cleansweeps? I started off well on one of those and look where I went. I was on a Quidditch team for years and I didn't even ride a Firebolt until then."

Lily smiled. She had never ridden a broom before. And she was excited that she would be able to ride an original Firebolt, which was still one of the fastest brooms on the market. It only fell behind the Firebolt 2.0, which no one at Hogwarts owned because not only was it expensive, but they couldn't handle the speed.

"We'll decide later at Diagon Alley," her mother said, ending the conversation. Lily could tell her father was smiling. He always wanted Lily to learn how to fly.

Ten minutes later everybody stood in the sitting room. They stood by the fireplace with a flowerpot full of Floo Powder on the mantle, their father the nearest to the fireplace.

"Remember, we are going to Diagon Alley. It should take us right to the Leaky Cauldron, but if we should ever be separated, we will meet in front of Gringotts. Understand?" their father said. James nodded his head lazily, Albus nodded his head intently, and Lily bit her lip nervously. It was her first time traveling by Floo Powder since they had always Apparated there before.

Their father entered the fire place with a handful of Floo Powder, gave his family a wink, and yelled, "Diagon Alley!" He dropped the powder and he was engulfed in emerald flames. Lily gave out a small yelp as she watched her father being eaten by the flames; and then he was gone. James went next, and then Albus, and then her mother motioned Lily into the fireplace.

"Mum, I'm nervous," Lily said. She could feel butterflies in her stomach.

Her mom held Lily's hand and replied, "There is nothing to worry about, Lily. This is one of the most reliable ways of transport in the Wizarding World. All you have to say is 'Diagon Alley' very clearly, and you should be with your father and brothers a split second after. Trust me, darling."

Lily let out a sigh and nodded her head. She walked into the large fireplace, her blue shoes digging into the ash. Her mother held out the pot of Floo Powder and Lily grabbed a handful. She gave her mother one last look before yelling, "Diagon Alley!" Her shaky hands unclenched and the powder fell, her heart racing…

Then she was spinning.