New Story! Yay! It's about Lily when she goes to Hogwarts. I will not be writing much in the way of Author's notes so just read up and enjoy! I will post as often as I can.

"She's the last you know." Mom said as I left for Platform 9 ¾. She carefully swept her red hair into her face to cover her sad blue eyes that were sparkling with tears.

"I know." Daddy said sadly, "I know." His green eyes also looked sad, laden with the fact that I was his last child to leave the house. He also attempted to hide his sad eyes, but his hair was only barely long enough to cover the scar on his forehead.

I had been excited for this day all my life. FINALLY going to Hogwarts, FINALLY being able to make something of myself!

"Goodbye, Lily." My father said as I hugged him bye and kissed him on his cheek. I was proud to be able to go to Hogwarts! Although, I was a bit nervous about sorting… but I would probably be Gryffindor, and my parents would be proud even if I was sorted into Slytherin.

I gave my mom a quick squeeze and she kissed me on the forehead, and said, "Owl me at least once a week, dear."

"Yes, mum." I reply. I look at my owl, Hetero. He is too busy pecking at himself to notice. His chocolate brown coat looks good enough already, if you ask me.

I got on the train and looked back at my Mum and Dad, as they waved with tears on their cheeks. I stop to look for my brother James. He is in his fourth year, so he should know what he is doing. I think. I can't find him. That makes me nervous. I finally see a cabin with what looks like him in it. It's him alright. He has the same messy brown hair and mischievous blue eyes as always.

I open the door and spot him snogging some girl. He pulls away and looks at me. I am pretty sure my eyes are as wide as saucers. He looks at me with a guilty smile and shrugs. I pull him out into the hall.

"James," I say in a small tone of voice. He was always so protective of me, "Where should I sit?"

"You can find a place, can't you?" He asks. He is always willing to help, but I think he wants me to be independent.

"Please help!"

"Only if we have a deal."

"What's the deal?"

"You don't tell anyone what you just saw, and I will help you find a spot."

"Sounds good."

"Okay, okay." He leads me through the aisles to an empty place. "Sit here."

He walks away, annoyed by my behavior. I sigh, and wait. A few minutes later, Rose comes in. Her red, wavy hair streaming down her back. Albus is beside her, of course. His dark hair keeps getting in his eyes. That would drive Mum nuts. Albus and Rose, as well as being cousins, are best friends. I wish I could make best friends like that. They are a year older than me, and start talking about all the professors. I try to learn something, but I just can't catch on.

Rose turns her wavy red head at me and looks at me with her curious eyes. Then she turns back to Albus.

Suddenly, Hugo walks in. Hugo and I are good friends, but not nearly as good as Albus and Rose are. It makes me kind of jealous. They have such good friendship.

Oh, well. We begin to talk about our pets. He has a cat named Minerva. It has a grey coat with markings around its eyes. His Mum named it. I always liked Aunt Hermione. After all, she was always helping me learn before school actually started. I always liked that about her. Like, I could ask her if I could borrow the 7th year textbooks, and she would say, "Sure."

Unfortunately, we couldn't talk for long. We were always arguing, and didn't agree on many things. Hugo may be my best friend, but that's probably because he's the only friend I really have. Rose is like a sister to me, and my brothers are… my brothers. I hope to meet new people at Hogwarts.

When we finally arrive at Hogwarts, it is night, and we get into these canoes that row themselves. It looks like a hard charm to cast! I watch the oars row and row until we reach the castle. All of us first years crowd around the door.

Rose and Albus were lost in the crowd behind us, and I can't seem to find James. I can't even seem to locate Hugo! James probably disappeared into his swarm of friends way back there. They are ushered in to sit at their house tables, while we first years wait outside.

"Hello, and welcome to Hogwarts." Announces a middle aged woman in deep purple robes. "I am your Charms teacher, Professor Rite. Soon the Sorting Ceremony will begin and you will be welcomed into your separate houses."

We walk into the Grand Hall. It is amazing. They always said it was, but this… this is unlike anything I have seen before. I am speechless. The ceiling reflects the night sky, and it is beautiful. I start trying to find the constellations, and immediately locate a few I know.

The Headmistress comes up to the platform. "Welcome, welcome, welcome to Hogwarts. I am your Headmistress, Juliette Judge. I am known as Headmistress Judge do you. I have a few announcements…" She talks and talks, and I look at some of the teachers. One woman makes me uneasy. She has long blond hair and gold sort of eyes. It's unnatural. I have never seen a witch like that. She would be pretty, if not for her long pointed nose. Yikes. "Now, let the sorting begin! First, Allen, Kelly."

Kelly Allen is sorted into Ravenclaw. I watch to see who's in each house just to see who I might be in a house with. Finally, they call my name.

I walk up to the platform, and the sorting hat falls over my eyes. A strong mind… yes, cunning… loyal… very brave. "GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouts, and I walk over to the table where Rose, Albus, and of course James congratulate me. All I can do is smile!

I continue to watch, cheering at the occasional Gryffindor. When one name is called in particular, it catches my eye.

"Malfoy, Scorpius!" Malfoy. I think I know the name from my Dad's stories. Draco Malfoy. Pure blood. Slytherin. With blond hair to match his one thing about this kid surprises me. The sorting. According to my dad, all of the Malfoys are Slytherin. All of them.

But when his house is called, it is not Slytherin. Not Slytherin at all. "GRYFFINDOR!" the hat calls, and the boy pales. He was supposed to be in Slytherin, and he knew it. The Gryffindor table cheers a little less than normal, but the boy doesn't hear anything. He just stares, awestruck.

I pat him on the shoulder, but he doesn't seem to notice. Poor guy. Never mind, I actually heard he's filthy rich. I still feel bad though.

Then "Weasley, Hugo!" Is called, I look up. The hat is set upon Hugo's head, and Hugo looks scared. His face is going between red and pale, and it takes a while for the hat to spit out, "HUFFLEPUFF!" I cheer along with Rose and Albus as he sits down at the Hufflepuff table with a small smile.

We retreat to the dormitories where my stuff is at the foot of my bed in a neat pile. I know Hetero is in the owlery already. It is late, and I need to get sleep. I shall owl my parents tomorrow. I fall into my bed with dreams of a brilliant year at Hogwarts.