All my life great things have been expected from me. I mean why not? I am the daughter of the one and only Harry Potter. Ever since I was born I've been destined for greatness, just like my father. It was no surprise at all when I got my letter, and I expect that the only surprises that will occur at Hogwarts will be how much I impress my teachers. Oh yes, I will succeed. Before you jump to any conclusions you should know who I am exactly.

My name is Lily Potter and I am 11 years old. I have 2 older brothers, Albus and James, but don't worry about them, they're both irrelevant in my life. Teddy used to live with us but now that he's 21 he's moved out, thank goodness for that!

Now we can continue with my amazing story.

Great right before we leave for the train the boys are horsing around in the next room. Very carefully I leave my room, careful not to disturb my school items that are the best of the best. Mum thinks that it's too extravagant for a first year, and keeps on reminding me how all HER things were hand me downs from her brothers. But honestly the only things that weren't brand new for me are the amazing dragon hide gloves from uncle Charlie.

By now it sounds like the boys have managed to destroy something. I'd better put a stop to this immaturity.

"Albus Severus Potter you and that Malfoy scum known as Scorpius had better shut your underage mouths or I shall hex you!" I hear a burst of laughter before they deign to answer me.

"Hex us? What a joke Lily. In fact, you're a joke! You have never in your life performed an actual spell." After hearing that I quickly started my preferred list of swears but just as I was getting to the best of it, something whammed right into my right temple. Before the black stars could overwhelm me, I saw my attacker. The Malfoy's only daughter: Noire Malfoy.