Lily Luna Potter. When most people hear that name they go into a state of frenzy; which, I guess, is kind of what I want, but right now, it's for all the wrong reasons.

I am Lily Luna Potter, and I'm supposed to be a role model for everyone else. I'm the daughter of the famous Auror Harry Potter, and Ginny Potter, who used to play for the Holy Head Harpies. I should be able to play Quidditch, conjure Patroni, and fight evil gits like the Slytherins.

Yeah, I'm in Gryffindor, so I suppose I should be brave and outgoing. I fit one of those qualities. I'm definitely one of those people who'd rather go out than stay in and study. Isn't that what Ravenclaws are supposed to do?

But more than that, I love to sing. I love to really sing. I want to be onstage, everyone cheering my name. I want to be handed a microphone and have a few guys standing behind me with guitars and a set of drums.

And I want people to know who I am, not just what they hear from the gossips at Hogwarts.

Hogwarts is my school. I love it, I really do, but sometimes things just get to be a bit much, you know?

Maybe I'm confusing you? It's a habit of mine. I try to explain everything at once and everything becomes jumbled and makes no sense what so ever.

Alright, firstly, I love my family, my school, magic, my friends, Aidan Patrick (more on him later), and most of all, music.

I hate Cattie Marllomy (stupid, horrible Slytherin), Quidditch, Defence Against the Dark Arts and being pressured by people who are too stupid to see past their own nose.

Now, before everyone gasps in horror and shock, I do not like Quidditch and Defence Against the Dark Arts. You may think that's crazy because of my parents and everything, but they are probably the reason. And my brothers too. James and Albus are spectacularly wonderful citizens who do all they can to uphold the family name.

Alright, so Albus can be a bit of a nerd and James pranks everyone within sight, but they do try their hardest. Albus is good at every subject ever invented by wizard kind, and James is the captain of the Chudley Cannons, something which my dad is heartily proud of, and boasts to everyone he meets. With James, the team has suddenly become extremely popular. Albus is in 6th year, a year older than me, and he got an Outstanding in everything but Potions for his O.W.L's. Talk about smart.

And then there is me, who is pressured to be a Quidditch star, for reasons that are deeply engraved in our family history. We are ALL Quidditch players. Even my sweet delicate cousin Rose, who's in Albus' year. Well, everyone except for my other cousin Victoire, but she's a Veela, so she has all the beauty and coolness or whatever. She got married to Teddy Lupin last year, which we could all see coming, and he is some sort of awesome Quidditch player too. And to think I used to believe he was so great when I was younger!

Now, not only are we all Quidditch players, but everyone, and I mean everyone, can fight. Like really fight. Everyone's pretty smart when it comes to the Dark Arts. After all, my Dad is Harry Potter.

I am horrible at defence class. I don't really try anymore. Dad comes in to lecture a few times a year in class, so that's not embarrassing at all. The only class I'm truly good at is Charms. Dad always says I got that from my Grandma and namesake. Yay for me.

I do like magic, it's convenient, but I don't see myself working for the ministry or anything like that. I am weird, plain and simple. Or at least in this family I am. I don't fit in. I suppose when I was younger I did. I thought my family was the greatest thing in the world. But then I got to Hogwarts, and I realised what people expected of me.

Everywhere I went people talked about as if I couldn't hear what they were saying. Everything I did was scrutinised. As if an eleven year old could deal with that. But I did, in my own way. I decided to stop pretending, and just see if I could really be me.

So here I am, fifteen years old. My bright red hair is layered down to my shoulders and my brown eyes lined with black. I always have a few black hair bands on my wrist and almost all my clothes comprise of tight jeans and t shirts. I just love the look on my dad's face when I go out somewhere. Supposedly he is all about 'not suppressing you' and 'accepting individuality', but then why does he wrinkle his nose slightly when I walk out the door? Mum just laughs it off, thinks it is all a phase. I know I'm doing the stereotype of a skatey punk girl, but I do it for a reason. One, it's just plain comfortable, and two, I like to piss my family off. I love their face at family dinners and events.

Grandma Weasley is the one person who I think completely accepts me for who I am. Well, apart from my cousin Hugh. Grandma may not understand me, but she sure does accept me. She loves all her grandkids, no matter what they wear or how they act. Aunt Fleur thinks I have a sort of disease. She was such a sweet girl, I wonder what happened? Except she said it in a French accent, so it was a little harder to decipher.

You may find it hard to believe, but I was actually teased for coming out with my new look. Cattie Marllomy, a Slytherin in my year, decided that I was the weak link in the Potter/Weasley family, and decided to have some fun. She ended up flat on her face after I had punched her for trying to embarrass me in front of almost half the school. I was cheered.

And then there was Aidan Patrick. Yes, I know, I do everything to try and escape being put into the sweet delicate little girl category, and then I go and develop some crazy crush on the Mr Perfect of 5th Year. You know the type, perfect hair, perfect eyes, perfect skin, perfect voice, and perfect grades, perfect everything really. Even his hands are perfect. How extremely irritating.

Personally, I think I started to like him when he smiled at me in first year. How sad. And I could never seem to stop liking him. What a stupid git I am. My friend Maddy is continually telling me to ask him out, but I'm just focusing on getting him out of my head. Maddy is a bit of an optimist. It's strange that we're so close considering she's a sunny blond and I'm, well, me.

Right now it's the Christmas holidays and my family is staying at the Burrow for the week. It's a good thing the Burrow's so large; otherwise some of us would have to sleep in the backyard with the chickens. And that would not be fun. Seriously, I've tried.

'Lily! Could you come down here please?' That's Grandma Molly. Well, best be off.

I trooped down the many staircases until I reached the kitchen. 'Yeah?'

'I was wondering if you could help me with dinner dear.' Now if it had been anyone but my grandma who had asked me that, I probably would've said no. But my Grandma was nice, so I gave in.

'Sure. What did you want me to do?'

'Oh, thank you, could you just start peeling the potatoes? I have no idea where everyone else has gotten off to.'

'They're probably playing Quidditch.' I grumbled. We prepared dinner mostly in silence, broken by Grandma's occasional murmuring.

That night was a boring one. Boring because of the constant stream of chatter about his upcoming game from my brother James, and everyone else's enthusiasm for the subject. I was sitting next to Victoire, and as my mood got darker and darker, she chose that moment to strike up a conversation with me.

'So Lily, how's school going?'

I grunted moodily. And she surprised me by grinning.

'Don't let the Quidditch talk bother you. I used to hate it too. But I guess I'm just used to it by now.' She laughed and through an adoring look over at Teddy, who was talking animatedly with his hands. I silently cursed her for having bell-like laughter. She really was sort of perfect. More so than her sister Dom, whose slight arrogance made her a little bitchy at times. I wolfed down the rest of my dinner and asked to be excused. My Dad looked a little annoyed, but that's just him. He thinks that meals are 'family time'.

I escaped to my room. I was sharing it with Rose, but I would much rather it was her brother Hugo. Hugo is in my year, and we're pretty good friends. Actually, we hang out in the same circles. We are pretty different though. He's a little oblivious to almost everything going on around him. He's such a boy. But he's really funny and good company. I think he's the only person who understands me in this family.

And now I have to sleep in the same room as sweet pretty Rose who'd never hurt a fly. She is one of the perfect people too. Actually, she dated Aidan for a couple of months at the beginning of last year, before finally finding someone who I didn't like at all- Scorpius Malfoy. I still can't get over how someone as delicate as her ended up with a Slytherin. She was actually kind of scary when she had made me swear I wouldn't tell anyone about them. I don't think even Albus knows, and him and Rose are practically best friends.

I collapsed on my bed and put my hands behind my head. It wasn't so bad, I know. There are worse things than being a little different from your family, but right now, it seemed pretty bad. I sighed, and then realised with some surprise that I was singing. It's happened before, actually, a lot of times before, but it's always a surprise to realise that you're talking without meaning too.

'It's not perfection, yeah'

I hated how everyone I met just assumed I was a perfect, sweet, smart and overall wonderful person. Just because I was a part of the Weasley/ Potter family didn't mean that everyone knew everything about me. All the first years are always surprised that I'm the way I am. I think I've frightened a few of them actually.

'How boring if it is

Nothing new for me'

I sat listening to my voice. I wondered if I really could be a singer. If everyone would know who I was because I was me, not Lily Potter. Seriously, the amounts of people who spend their time worshipping my family are just pathetic.

'Waiting for attention

I'm not

Cut it to the left

And I rock

Need an invitation

I don't

Slide it to the right

And I roll'

I hummed the melody of the song now, and I could feel my self drift off to sleep with the sounds of everyone cheering me on echoing in my head.

--

I glanced outside the window. The snow just wouldn't let up. The entire week it had been flowing thick and fast. The Burrow looked like some sort of overgrown Christmas cottage. This was the day before Christmas, and I have to say, I was really excited. I mean, c'mon, who doesn't get excited about Christmas? What's not to love? I had begged my Mum over and over to not get me anything but CD's, and a think she got the point by now. When she asked what kind, I told her anything Muggle and really, really old.

So basically skipping around the house singing carols, I decorated and baked and did all the cliché Christmas thing. I even hugged Dom, who gave me a disgruntled look and patted her hair cautiously. Honestly.

Around lunchtime the Scamander's came trudging in through the front door, covered in snow and shivering. They have twin boys, Lorcan and Lysander, who are pretty cool. Well, Lysander's a bit odd, but that's why he's always so much fun to hang around. Lorcan has this massively huge obvious crush on Dom, for some unknown reason that makes no sense to me, and he's nice to basically everyone except her. My personal opinion is that he's trying to get some attention off her. Which works sometimes when she gets fed up and kicks him in the shins. That's always entertaining. Especially since they're supposed to be old and mature by now.

All of us sat around the fire in the sitting room. Grandma had made hot chocolate for everyone (can you imagine making hot drinks for that many people?) and so I was quite warmed up by now. James was nodding off on the carpet, his back leaning against one of the lounges, and Albus was curled up in an armchair doing his homework for the holidays (trust him).

It was one of those scenes that are kind of perfect. Where the whole family looks as though everything is right in the world. The only cousins missing from our ranks were Fred and Roxy. They're brother and sister, and went on a trip to Romania to visit Uncle Charlie, who works with dragons.

Believe it or not, Victoire works there in the summer, helping out. I can't picture someone as dainty and pretty as Victoire fighting against huge scaly dragons. But she does it, and enjoys it. Teddy hated it when she went last time, because that's when they were still engaged, but this year he says he's going to go with her. The rest of the time Victoire is between jobs. In the muggle world she'd be called a Temp. It's funny because she seems to love it. She even substitutes sometimes when the professors are sick at Hogwarts. Teddy plays Quidditch for Puddlemere United, and let's just say there are more than a few girls swooning over his poster in the dormitories. A couple of them have even asked me for his autograph. Pathetic.

'Hi Lily!' Oh great. Uncle Percy and Aunt Audrey have two twin girls called Lucy and Molly. They are almost exactly alike. They don't look the same, but they speak in unison, and probably have the same thoughts. It's a little creepy. They're thirteen, and they've decided that I'm awesome and they love me. It's extremely irritating when they follow you around all the time.

'Hey.' I grunted back at their adoring faces. Molly has bright red hair kind of like mine, except hers is more orange than red. Her eyes are also like mine; brown, but a little lighter. Lucy looks more like Aunt Audrey. Aunt Audrey is extremely pretty. I don't know how Uncle Perce managed to hold her down. Although she is interested in the same things as him. She is very smart, almost as smart as Aunt Hermione. Lucy has straight, chocolate brown hair and even darker eyes. She does have a few freckles though, showing her Weasley heritage. Molly looks heaps like my Mum. Dad always tells me I look like my Grandma Lily. Apparently I just have heaps in common with her.

'What are you doing?' Molly asked, trying to sound casual.

'Sitting.' I mumbled.

'What's 5th year like?' Lucy jumped in.

'5th year-ish.'

'Do you like it?'

'No.'

'Why not?'

'Because it's school.'

'I like school.' Molly said.

Lucy gave her a strange look. 'I don't.'

Huh. Well there you go. You learn something new everyday. The Weasley twins are different. I've always thought that when they're older they should end up with Lorcan and Lysander, but that's just a very twisted cliché vision of mine, considering they're like twenty. Man I'm weird.

That night I couldn't sleep. Usually I can, very, VERY well, and so this struck me as a little odd. It could have been excitement about Christmas, but somehow I doubted it. It had never been a problem before. I shivered for about the tenth time and pulled on yet another pair of socks. Finally, I gave up and walked downstairs, yawning and stretching. I lay down on the living room carpet in front of the fire. It's odd how everyone in this family goes to bed early. Wow, we're all such nerds.

'Lils?'

I looked back at the doorway. 'Hey Hugh.'

'Watcha doing out here?' He asked, coming to sit cross-legged beside me.

I shrugged. 'Nothing really, just couldn't get to sleep.'

'Well, it is almost Christmas, and you love that.' He grinned, looking at the massive Christmas tree with the pile of presents beneath it.

'Are you thinking what I'm thinking?'

'I don't know, what are you thinking?

'That we should go open all of our presents and then rewrap them.'

'Well, good, because that's exactly what I was thinking.' Hugo smirked.

We crept over to the tree, casting furtive looks at each other and laughing, shushing the other, and then we sat in front of the presents. I carefully opened the first big present I could find that had my name on it, and then slowly tore the edge of the wrapping.

'YOU KIDS! GET AWAY FROM THERE! EXACTLY LIKE YOUR PARENTS, YOU ARE!'

Ah crap. Grandma Molly can be extremely scary at time. Especially when she's chasing you and your cousin away from the tree with a broomstick. Oh well, I love her anyway.