The Diary of Lily Audrey Potter
Chapter One: The Unfairness of Being The Only Girl

Disclaimer: Okay, so, besides that fact that I am just some poor American person who hates school, and about the only thing I own is the "Parental Advisory Explicit Lyrics" Poster hanging on my wall, do not be fooled by the fact that I say that I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER! I am really J.K. Rowling, but have to disguise myself so people do not know that I am me...Okay, disregard that last bit, my muses took over. Actually, the only things I own are all the OC people. Everything else belongs to the people who own that son, band or story, or character.

Authors Note: I really don't have anything to say...I mean, this story has been in the works since January, and I have edited this chapter alone like, twenty times...so, just PLEASE review!

Dedication: This chapter is to Court, the first one who read this, and said it was my autobiography, only told through different people. I know that you will never read this, but you said that this was good, and got mad at me when I wouldn't work on this chapter.

Now, with out further ado, the first installment of my newest story, The Diary of Lily Audrey Potter...



August 25th, 11:42 AM

My Bedroom, looking out the window at the rain

Hi, my name is Lily Audrey Potter, and I hate my life. I am the second oldest in my family, and I hate it. I have an older brother (by only six and a half minutes) named Remus, and two younger brothers (one by five minutes, sixteen seconds, the other by ten minutes exactly) named James and Sirius. And I hate my life. As you might have guessed it, my brothers and I are quadruplets. And I hate it.

Why would I hate it so much? Because I am the only girl in the whole figgen family, besides my mum, and I am currently furious with her. I should describe myself, shouldn't I?

Ok. So, I have this auburn-looking hair, to start with. My hair used to have black steaks in it, but the streaks started fading, and Mum flipped out when I asked her if I could get it redone, seeing as I didn't ask her if I could do it in the first place. I have bright emerald eyes, flicked with brown. I have the saddest pale skin, which I have no clue which parent I got that from, seeing as they both are sort of pale. But anyway, I am very short for my age; I am seventeen, and only 5'1". And it's not like I wanted to be this short. Really, I didn't.

I love rock music, and writing. Poetry is amazing. Being able to express whole feelings within a verse of words that make everything seem simple is wonderful. And writing stories based off of fictional characters. I love doing that. It is so much fun just to take what other people have written, and write my own stories based off of that, and twist the characters so much, that they start to take on your life.

Rock music is another one of my loves. My brother, Remus, formed a band called Scarface, which we got the title from my dad. See, I am the lead singer of the band, Remus plays bass, Remus' friend, Benny plays drums, and the Malfoy twins, Drew, who plays lead guitar, and who we affectionately named "Spike," (because he looks like the blonde vampire on that one muggle show that his mum loves so much) and his brother Dan, who plays guitar as well.

Needless to say, my parents are Harry and Ginny Potter. How I got them for parents, I have no idea. Trust me, my life is already pretty screwed up without having the press hounding us every waking moment. And right now mum is pounding on my ceiling as I write this with a broom. I wonder if it is Dad's Firebolt. He would be so mad if it was. But I know mum would never do that. She loves qudditch as much as he does.

But anyway, I live in the basement of the house. My room is chili pepper red, with band posters adorning the walls. I have a computer, courtesy of my dad, who is the top auror at the Ministry. It baffles mum, but I love it, and so do my brothers. I might be a witch, but I love some of the things that muggles have, like computers. And I also love their music, especially the rock music. I love muggle rock music, because it is so much better than the fifty's sounding songs that they play on the Wizard Wireless all the time. Really, who wants to listen to somebody trying, and failing miserably, to be Elvis? My mum does.

And mum is pounding again. She is screaming at me something that sounds like "Turn that bloody noise off! You'll wake the dead!" But I can't tell, not that I care anyway. See, my mum and me have always had problems with our "mother/daughter relationship." And I mean, I love her and all, it is just that we don't get together that well. According to her I am a "Goth," and in truth, I'm not. I don't know what I am; I just know I am not a Goth. I know that much. So, besides my "Identity Problem" as Dad calls it, she complains all the friggen time about how I look. I hardly ever wear dresses, because I hate them, honestly, they are made for people who actually have curves, something I was not fortunate enough to get from the gene pool.

So today, we got our Hogwarts letters, right? So Remus, who besides being a punk/hard rocker, is the smartest kid at school, and is a Prefect. So he got Head Boy. Huge surprise there. Not. Like, he was destined to be Head Boy since first year. So it really was no surprise at all. So then mum turns to me and is like all, "Lily, what did you get?" I mean, James got Griffindor Qudditch Captain, and Sirius got co-captain, and what did I get? Well, I got nothing.

"I got nothing mum. Just a normal seventh-year letter! Well, now that you mention it, Dumbledore did write me saying that he explicitly told me that I absolutely cannot shrink my piano and bring it with me, to play in the Astronomy Tower, and try to be Amy Lee. He said that the owls are bothered by it. How 'My Immortal' bothers the birds, I have no idea. " You could just see her face paling as I was talking. Pretty funny, actually.

"What?" She said, shocked. "N-N-Nothing? Just and ordinary Seventh Year Letter!"

"Yes. I got nothing Mum. So go, buy Remus that new set of books he has been wanting, and get Sirius and James their new brooms. I'll take Drew and Dan and go to muggle London and check out some of the new CD's that are out." I said, thrusting my letter and her, and tromping down to my room to go floo Drew and Dan.

"What?" She asked, still comprehending what I had said. "You are what? You are not going to Muggle London. You are going to Diagon Alley with me and your brothers." She said. "I'll floo your dad and ask him to come." And she went off to go floo Dad. Personally, I just wanted to stay home. I know Dad was Qudditch Captain, and Mum was Head Girl, and they want us to be just like them, but really. They should be all happy for their son's and all, but they would just look down on me, and wonder why I wasn't like my brothers. And that hurts.

My parents expect me to be everything they were. But I'm sorry; I can't go defeating evil forces every other day. If they haven't noticed, all the Death Eaters were caught last week! Oops! I seemed to miss out on the being-what-my-parents-were bandwagon a long time ago. I am part of a rock band named after my dad. Shouldn't that count as something? I mean, they didn't get mad at Remus when he brought Benny, Drew, and Dan home one night so we could practice one night all plugged up, with only James and Sirius in a mosh pit, and Dad walking around in ear plugs, repairing things with magic, while humming the Hogwarts School Song.

Well, I have to go, mum is yelling at me that Dad is home, and Drew and Dan just popped out of my fireplace.

Lily


Later (But still the same day)

11:52 PM Sitting underneath the stairs, drying my tears.

Needless to say, Dad made me go with him, the boys and Mum. But Drew and Dan came with us too. And eventually in the Leaky Cauldron, we met up with Benny. So we all ditched Mum, Dad, James, and Sirius, and the whole band went shopping. It went like this.

Me: Hey dudes. Where do you want to go?

Drew: I need to get a haircut.

The rest of us look at him oddly.

Drew: What! Mum threatened to send me to Hogwarts bald if I didn't get it cut!

Benny: Dude, just gel it up. That's what I do! (Points at the foot-high spikes of hair on his head.)

Remus: Yep. Hey, and then you all can help me turn my Head Boy Badge red.

The rest of us, besides me, because I already knew, look at him oddly. You can hear crickets in the background.

Dan: (tosses his hair out of his eyes) You got Head Boy? Spiffy! You get your own rooms!

Remus: Ya...

Me: (Sarcastically) Oh, yes. Mum was just jumping for joy.

Benny: Really! Nifftyness!

Drew: She was being sarcastic, right?

Dan: (Exasperatingly) Yes, Drew, she was.

Benny: Arse hole! Mum found me!

Mrs. Benny's Mum: Benny! My little bunny! (Really, she said this.) There you are! What did I tell you about hoping off from mummy? No more new drumsticks for your drums for a week my wittle bunny!

Benny: Save me! (His mum whacks him in the head with something that resembled a bag of kitty litter. I didn't even know Benny had a cat.) I mean, bye!

And then Benny left us.

Drew: So, Lilykins, how is that new song coming along.

Me: (Having no idea what he is talking about) Great!

Drew: Wonderful! So, how about stopping by my place later, and show it to me... (He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.)

Remus: Drew! You pervert! Leave my sister alone!

By this time Drew has his arm around me, and is whispering in my ear about Dan's pink silk boxer shorts. And, of course, I was giggling.

Dan: Andrew Alexander Malfoy! Leave her alone you great pervert!

Oh, and I suppose right now would be a great time to let you in on a little secret that I have had holed up inside of me for two years. I am in love with Dan Malfoy. I mean we are talking second smartest guy at school here! He even has his own newspaper, and everybody who likes punk music reads it. And he can play "Stairway to Heaven." Who would not love somebody who can play that song, and sing it? I mean, wow. Even Remus can't play that! But he just says that's because he is not fond of the song... anyway, back to the story at hand.

Me: Yes Drew, listen to Dan.

Remus: Oh Lily, you are just saying that because—(I hurriedly slam my hand over his mouth, making the rest of what he was going to say mumbled. See, he knows my secret. Horrible, long story that should be saved for a rainy day...)

Dan: What was he going to say?

Me: N-N-Nothing! He, was just um... (Remus licks my hand.) Eww! REMUS!

Enter: Mum

Mum: Lily! What are you screaming about? People are looking at you!

Me: Remus licked me!

Mum: That is no reason to scream! You can go back home now. You didn't want to go with us anyway, as you don't seem to be happy for what your brothers have accomplished.

Me: What?

Mum: Go home. Dan, would you be as kind as to make sure Lily makes it home, and does not wander off into Muggle London?

Dan: Sure Mrs. Potter.

And that was that. Besides getting yelled at for something Remus did, I have to have an escort home. Seriously, that woman has some trust issues. So, Dan puts his hand on my shoulder, and I could like, feel myself blushing.

Me: When will you be home Mum?

Mum: About three hours. Oh, and Dan, when you take her home, do you think you could do a locking charm on the house so she doesn't leave?

Dan: Sure.

I was so mad. She doesn't trust me. She treats me like a five-year- old kid! I mean seriously, I am not going to go running off every five minutes! So Dan walked me to the Leaky Cauldron, where we floo'd to my bedroom. But Dan didn't leave. Instead, he talked to me.

Dan: Lily?

Me: Yes?

Dan: Hey, I came up with a song. Would you like to hear it?

Me: Sure.

Dan: Where is your piano?

Me: Piano?

Dan: Ya, if you are interested, I can teach it to you, and maybe we could have a duet type thing.

Me: Like, me on piano and you on guitar?

Dan: No, like you singing, and me playing.

Me: I didn't know you played piano!

Dan: Dad made me learn. He said I should learn it, because he did, and he is very happy that he did.

Me: Why?

Dan: Because he supposedly "wooed" mum with his skills on the piano.

Me: Oh. Well, um, the piano is in the other room...

So we spent the rest of the time playing the song, or in my case, learning it. But, sadly, Mum came home before Dan left, and that earned itself a row.

She started yelling at me about how I was too young to have guys over without her home, and even though he could be trusted, because she still remembered his father at his age. That got me mad.

"HE IS NOT HIS DAD MUM!"

"That doesn't matter. He is a teenage boy with hormones." Honestly, and this women had kids? She should join a nunnery!

"IT IS JUST LIKE HOW I AM NOT YOU! YOU JUST WANT ME TO BE PERFECT JUST LIKE YOU, MUM! WELL, GUESS WHAT! I'M NOT! I AM NOT FRIGGEN PERFECT!" Then I stomped off to my little hiding spot under the stairs that go down to the basement where me room is, and tore out my diary, tears streaming down my face.

Oh, I have to go, people are coming down the stairs.

Lily


September 1st, 11:58 PM

Sitting in my dorm all by myself, because I am the only girl in my year.

Ok, so, like, today is the day we go back, right? Well, me the band and some of our "posse" like to do odd stuff. Like send toilet seats to people, and such. And our posse wanted to hear us perform, because they hadn't heard us play for some time. So we decided that the prefect time to do it would be after the feast, in the Astronomy Tower. And it was so much fun, too.

Remus and Dan managed to magic us our equipment, so we could play, or in my case, sing. And pretty soon we had a mosh pit of all the Seventh Years from Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor. The Slythrins have their own band, but for the life of me, I can't remember what it is called... And pretty soon, we got to the part where Dan and me do our little piece. He found a song called "Let It Be," this really sad song that the Beatles did, and its really petty, and all, and it makes me want to cry. But anyway, I sing while he plays. It was like, amazing.

You could see all these people that knew the song, singing, or mouthing it. And I suppose this is where Dumbledore came in. The song was soon over, and Benny started the drums for "Easy Target" by Blink 182. And then I saw Dumbledore. He was just looking at me, that little twinkle in his eyes. And then he broke our mini-concert up.

"I am sure that Scarface is a wonderful band, but please, I could hear you in my office. And Miss Potter, I believe I explicitly sent you a letter telling you refrain from playing up here. I am now forced to write to each of your parents." And he left. And all I could think was, oh crap.

Mum is one that does not take my supposed "delinquency," according to Snape, well. In fact, she about flies off her rocker when I get notes home. And they always result in Howlers. You should have heard that one howler I got because I ambushed the qudditch team with my charmed CD player turned up as loud as it would go, and playing Brittany Spear's "Hit Me Baby One More Time." That was good. And the howler was even better. She looks so funny when she gets mad, too.

Delinquently yours,

Lily


September 5th 2:53 PM

Snape's class, trying to beat my dad's potions score

Ok, so it has been four days, and still no howler....

Crap, Snape is walking my way.

Hopefully Howler Free,

Lily

September 8th 12:32 Pm The Great Hall, eating lime sherbet.

Right, so it has been seven days, and still no howler. This is getting off-the-wall odd. That, and Drew ran around yesterday screaming "Buddha." Don't ask me why.

I don't know why, but I have been feeling insanely depressed lately. And I wrote a poem about it in History yesterday, too. I'll just write it down, so I will distract myself from the lime sherbet...

Silence

Silence is often associated with calmness.
But I don't think it should.

With silence you have an uneasy rest.
You know something is going to happen.

I hate silence,
The thought scares me.

Silence to me would be to not have a single thought,
To have a mind with nothing on it

To be silent I believe one would have to be dead,
Your mind would not be creating.

That is why silence scares me.
Not being able to put out thoughts.

Music is silence.
The pounding tunes always give thought to a soul.

The words come out when the music plays.
Creates the best kind of silence.

Creative Silence

Ok, so it wasn't that sad, but hey, mum would put me into counseling if she read it. Hey, the Great Hall doors just opened, and mum is walking in, with Dad trailing behind her, seeming to take in the ceiling. Hey, and she is walking over to me... Wait, why would mum be here, walking over to me? Oh crud, I'm screwed. She is coming over to me.

"Lily." She is saying, very calmly, but you can hear the anger in it. Oh, and now Dumbledore is walking over, too.

"Mrs. Potter..." He is saying.

"Don't 'Mrs. Potter' me Dumbledore, you make me sound old. It's Ginny."

"Ginny, please, don't..." Hey, he stopped talking and now Mum is reaching me and trying to....

To be continued...