I woke up in the morning the happiest person in the world.

I was finally going to Hogwarts! My first year! I stared at James and Albus' old textbooks that I 'borrowed' from their rooms, just so I would be ahead of the class. Just a little.

"Lily Luna Potter!" my mother called, "Come get your breakfast! You don't want to be late for the train!"
I squealed. I couldn't believe it was finally happening. I dreamed of going after James wrote to us for the first time from school. It came from our snowy owl, Hedwig, that James had gotten from dad. Dad said he used Hedwig when he was a kid in school.

Hedwig was getting old, though. She looked absolutely tired when she came home with that letter. She can barely go out anymore-she gets too tired. But our house is big, and she loves flying around it. James still uses Hedwig once in a while, if she had a good sleep. Albus got a brown owl his first year that he named after our uncle, Percy. This year, though, I got my first owl. I loved her! Her name's Winter, and she's a fluffy gray and white owl. I thought she was beautiful.

When I got to Hogwarts, I wanted to have the same adventures as my dad had. If you haven't guessed already, my dad's Harry Potter. There are some rumors that someone was taking over after Voldemort, but my parents didn't believe that. Although I am hoping they are, since I have a little taste for fighting and adventure, despite my appearance.

I looked at myself in the mirror after I got ready. My hair was more brown than my mothers, but not by a lot. You can barely see it, but I have some black in my hair. My eyes are also light brown, again like my mothers. Sometimes, though, I wish I had beautiful bright green eyes like my dad or Al. But mum says sometimes she can see a bit of bright green in them, which keeps me happy.

I rushed downstairs just as mum put down my plate. "Morning," Al grumbled from behind his book, while shoveling bacon down his throat.

"Oh, Lily, before you eat, would you mind go getting James? I swear he is the laziest kid I have ever seen." mum said. I nodded and prodded upstairs and towards James room.

I knocked on his door. "James?" I called, "Mum says you have to hurry, we're leaving soon." I heard some shuffling in the room.

"Er, Lily, could you help me? I tried to be like a caterpillar again and I wrapped myself in my sheets-I can't get out." James said from behind the closed door. I groaned, "You haven't done that in three years! You're fourteen now, why do you need an eleven year old to get you out?" I heard more shuffling. "Okay, okay, so I'm totally immature, what really matters is-GET ME OUR OF HERE!" he screamed.

"Fine," I said as I opened the door. The room was pitch black, so I searched the wall for a light switch. When I finally found it, I saw that James bed was already made, and no one was in the room.

I stared out the window, knowing for sure he would pop out in his werewolf mask that he used to scare me with when we were little. I picked up his aqua blue pillow, waiting for attack. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I whipped around and hit James square in the face.

"OW! Lil, c'mon! I only touched your shoulder!" James said, not wearing the werewolf mask, and rubbing his right eye. "Hehe. Oops, sorry." I said. James just shook his head and went downstairs. I followed behind. Dad and James were discussing something in the today's issue of a muggle newpaper, and mum was eating waffles. James paced eating his bacon and eggs, while I was done before him, even though he started before me.

I mean, cmon! It was my first year at Hogwarts, after all!