I don't own anything recognizable. Anything recognizable is a creation of JKR's. I highly doubt anybody saw this in the early hours it was published, but I accidentally published the wrong incomplete chapter to a different story. Also, since I didn't want to have the accident chapter up, this chapter is really short.

Everybody knows Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived Twice. Everybody knows Ginny Weasley Potter, ex Holyhead Harpies player. Everybody knows James Sirius Potter, Harry Potter's first born and patriotic Gryffindor. Everybody knows Albus Severus Potter, the first Slytherin Potter. Then there's me. Lily Luna Potter, the girl of no importance. The whole "Harry Potter's children" dies down around the second child.

Everybody in my family has something special about them. Everybody except my personal favorite cousin, Lucy Weasley. It isn't like our family ignores us or anything- we just aren't that special. It's always, "Oh, James, tell us about how you're doing as Quidditch Captain," or "Teddy and Victorie's wedding is next summer!" Okay, the wedding thing isn't really Teddy and Vic's fault.

Lucy and I tried to figure our what Teddy and Vic's children would be like. It got too confusing after a while. Metamorphagus from Teddy, werewolf from both, Veela from Vic and French from Vic. Once, I called Victorie 'Vic' to her face. Let's just say it wasn't my finest moment.

This year will be one of my finest moments. Lucy and I finally get to go to Hogwarts after watching our cousins go year after year. Sure, Hugo goes too, but he doesn't have anything to prove. "Hugo can beat anybody at chess like his father! Hugo can understand second year textbooks already!" Alright, we get it.

I'm not really like any parent. I have a little bit of Mum and Dad. I have my mum's temper and my dad's "hero instincts". As I pointed out to Dominque, who came up with the whole hero instincts thing, it's just being selfless and loyal. Maybe I'll be a Hufflepuff. Lucy and I did this Sorting Hat quiz in Witch Weekly. I had no clear house.

Auntie Minnie came over the other day. I had just hatched an elaborate plan to get James and Fred back from breaking my broomstick. I'm not good at Quidditch at all. I just like to sit in the air. I blame my lack of Quidditch skill on my Grandma Lily. I do have enthusiasm for the game though.

Anyways, Auntie Minnie had been in the hallway with Mum when James and Fred ran in. Having my teacher in a couple months right in front of me wasn't going to deter me. The fireworks, which Uncle George had let me have for free, exploded off. James and Fred, not used to being the target of pranks, started yelling in confusion. When the fireworks cleared, James and Fred were gone.

Mum panicked while Auntie Minnie looked out the window and sighed heavily. James and Fred were hanging from the tree they threw my broom against. "You remind me so much of your grandfather," Auntie Minnie had told me. "Dad's dad or Mum's dad?" I remember asking. Auntie Minnie had smiled the tiniest bit before saying, "Your dad's dad. James often came up with schemes like this."

I had awkwardly stood on the stairs, not sure what to say. Auntie Minnie then looked me in the eye and, sounding older than she already is, said, "War does terrible things, Lily Luna." I had noticed how old Auntie Minnie must've been. She was already older during the first wizarding war. Now it was twenty-one years after the second. "Oh," I said. I mentally smacked myself for being so awkward.

"Auntie Minnie!" James yelled as he barreled into the room. My mum looked up. I was nearly positive she was looking to yell at me. I slipped upstairs and back to my room. I sighed and glanced at my calendar. One week. Just one week until I got to go to Hogwarts.

My dad gave each one of his possessions to us. Of course, Teddy got the Marauders Map, since it wasn't just Grandpa James that made the map. Teddy gave the map to James. Not Grandpa James, but my irritating brother. Al chose the cloak. What does that leave me with? The stupid mirrors.

The mirrors aren't really stupid. I'd just rather have the map or cloak. I'll just give the one mirror to Lucy. That way we'd still be able to communicate if we're in different houses.

Maybe it's because everybody except Al has been a Gryffindor in my family, but I really want to be a Gryffindor. Ravenclaw would be nice as well. The only bad part would be everybody going, "Lily Luna really does take after her grandma (or godmother)!" I don't want to live a life like Grandma Lily's or Aunt Luna's. Of course, Luna isn't really my aunt, but my mum and Aunt Luna are closer than sisters.

I'm not sure why I wasn't just named "Lily-Luna with some middle name Potter". I mean, everybody calls me Lily Luna to begin with, right? There's not many names left to go around.

Fred was born a couple months before James, so James was James Sirius instead of James Fred. Teddy probably wants to give his own children the middle name Remus, so Al is Albus Severus. Personally, I can't see any good in Severus Snape, unlike the first Lily. It's a bit awkward when somebody being in love with your grandma is their only redeeming quality.

Molly is obviously named Molly, so I got named after a living person for my middle name. It's a bit weird to think that out of my family, I'm the only one who has a living person in their name. Everybody always thinks it's a shame that I was named after Aunt Luna. Well, not everybody. The newspapers had a field day with my mum and dad naming their daughter after "Loony Lovegood".

I don't think Aunt Luna is crazy. You can't prove it's fake. There's nothing against Wackspurts except nobody has ever seen them before. Aunt Hermione went through a phase a couple years ago where she wanted to prove that Wackspurts are imaginary. She gave up after Uncle Ron pointed out there's no proof if they're fake and, according to Aunt Luna, invisible.