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HARRY POTTER BELONGS TO J.K. ROWLING

This is my 'stress mess', something I write when I just can't seem to get on with my official NaNoWriMo story (because fanfiction is so much easier). I rather like it this time, so I decided to post it. It's a Ten Things, obviously, in the form of ten small, or not so small for one or two of them, chapter. Like, a couple hundred words, or a thousand, depending on the thing.

Keep in mind that this is not a quality work. It is, after all, a stress mess, and not meant to be perfect.

I-She has a habit

And it's called 'rule-breaking'.

I, Lily Luna Potter, was never one to do things the way they were supposed to be done. "If there are two ways of doing something, Lily Luna will always, always find another one." This is a direct quote from my mother, Ginevra Molly Weasley, and it's 100% true. It started the day I was born and will probably go on until I die.

Both my parents were expecting another boy; both my parents wanted another boy. My mother refused to learn the sex of her future child – me – through medical or magical procedures, but she claimed she knew it would be a boy, just as she knew during her previous two pregnancies (which, in my opinion, is bull, but whatever). My father even picked out his imaginary third son's name before his – I mean, my – birth.

So it came as a surprise to everyone when the baby – me – turned out to be a girl. But it didn't take my parents too long to come up with a name; my father decided on 'Lily' as soon as he realised 'it' was a girl, and my mother chose Luna for my middle name, after her Ravenclaw friend.

I will probably be tempted to break rules for the rest of her life, something which frequently got me in trouble at Hogwarts.

For example, I started going out past curfew on a regular basis the night after the Sorting ceremony...in my first year. Whatever happened to little lost first-years? I know the castle, and the grounds, like the back of my hand. Why? Because James gave me the Marauder's Map right after supper in the Great Hall. He pointed out a lot of things, like the secret passageways leading to Hogsmeade, and the ones leading to the Forbidden Forest – you're thinking, who would ever want to go there? But as a matter of fact, the Forest was, when I was at school, my favourite place to be in Hogwarts. Not deep inside, because I was sort of scared of bugbears and the few remaining Acromantulas – a lot of them died during the Battle of Hogwarts – but still pretty far, since I knew more than a few centaurs by name. They weren't exactly the friendly type, but it was Hagrid who first introduced me to them, and they tolerated me. I especially liked Corey; I'm not sure how old he was but he was pretty young, didn't look like an adult to me, and he and I managed to have a few normal conversations in which he only made one or two references to his Seeing skills.

Also, he was good with a bow and he got along with the rest of the Forest's inhabitants, so he gave me a tour of the Forest and my knowledge of the Hogwarts grounds was complete.

There's a secret passage leading from the common room to a tree at the very edge of the Forest, which is very useful.

See, there's another rule broken. The Forbidden Forest is, well, forbidden. Strictly out-of-bounds to anyone not serving detention there (although, for my defense, I did serve a few detentions there so technically, I was allowed...just not at the times I chose to go).

I miss Corey sometimes. He was a good laugh. Not one for jokes, but he was... different. In a good way. The way that makes you smile, not the kind that makes you scowl because it's ridiculous. He was clever and he could really see the future – he was always sharing his predictions with me, but I never really understood them until they came to pass. Or didn't – some, if not most, haven't come true yet. Still, once or twice he explained them to me clearly and they did happen. Just not the way I expected them to.