Timeline: After Deathly Hallows. After The Atlantis Complex, as if The Last Guardian never happened.
Lily Potter's POV
I was nervous. It was my first day at Hogwarts, and I need to live up to the Potter family name. My two brothers are in Gryffindor, James was going to be starting his fourth year, and Albus was starting his third. What if I become a Slytherin? What would my father say? Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad, and my brothers, well, James, couldn't say anything about Hufflepuff, because currently, James was dating Marie-Anne Roberts. A third year Hufflepuff. She was pretty, with blond hair and blue eyes, but in honest truth, I don't like her very much. She has a way of looking at you, as if you were mud.
I went downstairs to find Albus sat at the table.
"How ya feeling?" he asked me. I shrugged.
"How did you feel, nervous of course," honestly, he could be so clueless.
My father, (Harry Potter) came in and asked me where James was.
"I promised him I wouldn't tell," I grinned at him, he rolled his eyes.
"Albus?"
Albus looked uncomfortable. "He said something about meeting Marie early so they could get on the train together."
Harry ran his hand through his hair, "the nerve of that boy!"
Ginny came down the stairs. "What's James done now?"
"He's gone to meet a girl early."
Ginny shrugged. "Does he know where she lives?"
"Yeah, something about Wayward Avenue," Albus piped up.
"Then what's the problem?" Ginny asked Harry.
"The problem is I haven't met her parents, and she could be anyone!" Harry half yelled at her.
"Harry, he's fourteen. Cut him some slack, he's allowed to have girlfriends."
I felt like whooping. Ginny was so awesome!
"Yeah, but that's not the point, he did it without asking permission. He should have known better, it's a bad example to Lily!" Harry ranted.
"Oh, dad, I know that James isn't a good role model, I look up to Albus here, instead," I said sweetly. I've mastered this way of speaking that unnerves most people. Plus, it was a good dig at Albus. James had been teasing Albus the other day for being a goody two shoes, and I must agree.
"Isn't it time to go?" Ginny asked, distracting everyone.
"Good Lord, It is as well!" Harry started rushing around. "Is everyone packed?" he asked, frantically running up the stairs.
"We've been packed for hours," Albus complained.
We rushed out of the door, and I had one glance back at 12 Grimmauld place before I ran to our people carrier.
The four of us got into the car, and drove to Kings Cross station. We went through the barrier, and looked up at the scarlet steam train. James met us there, an arm around the shoulder of Marie. I scowled at her, and she returned the favour.
Note to self: Get revenge on her.
We, well, I, saw Ron and Hermione, and the adults started to chat, so I started a conversation with Rose about houses.
"You're going into the first year too, aren't you?" I asked Hugo, I knew he was, but I wanted to include him in the chat. He seemed too nervous to speak, so just nodded.
"I've been telling him for ages it's not as bad as it seems, but he just won't listen," Rose ranted on. I know Rose well, she is in the same year as Albus, and really kind. She is in Ravenclaw, and as she had inherited her mother, Hermione's brains, so is top of her class, (so I'm told.)
Smoke billowed out if the train, we all boarded, and were greeted with bye's and see you next summer's from our parents.
The four of us, (Rose, me, Hugo and Albus) went to find a compartment. James was hailed by fellow fourth years to come and sit with them, he was really popular. Albus, however, wasn't. Rose disappeared after about ten minutes to go and sit with her friends, and she, not at all reluctant to leave the carriage, agreed.
Albus, Hugo and I sat in an awkward silence, until a girl my age came in. "Do you mind, everywhere else is full."
"Not at all, what's your name?" I said, shifting over.
"Venus. Venus Lovegood. I know who you are, mum's told me all about you. You're Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley's daughter and son." She said, pointing at me and Albus. "And you're Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger's son." Pointing at Hugo. "They were nice to my mum at school. Especially your mum," she pointed at me again. "Ginny was kind," she sat down and stared at us for a bit. She had black hair, so unlike her mother's, (who I was pretty sure was Luna Lovegood,) and wide, thoughtful eyes, which were a soft, hazel colour.
Another boy came in, a third year, same year as Albus, with blond hair, gel glueing it to his head. By the way he was smirking at Albus you could tell that they knew each other.
"Albus Potter," he said his with such distaste, he obviously thought of it as an insult.