A/N: Hi! Well isn't this exciting? You're about to read something I've been trying to write for years now, I know it's not the best, but I really wish you like it anyways.

This next generation of Harry Potter means so much to me, I've basically adopted them all as my own. I hope you will eventually feel the same as well, it's pretty lonely in this part of the fandom.

I apologize in advance for my poor writing and any mistakes you come across. Please feel free to correct me or even rephrase anything of mine in the comments.

Thank-you so much for giving my story a try! I could never express how much it means to me.

Chapter 1: Where my Life Began

Usually an environment like this would have me close to tears, clinging to my mom, and I'd be praying to Merlin to be invisible- permanently.

Although this time it's different, the complete opposite actually. Instead of feeling trapped I feel free, and instead of having butterflies I have a major adrenaline rush.

I'm standing next to a train, the same one I have to see every year but never board. This time it's my turn to step inside, time for my life to get better. Time to become unstuck, time for adventures, new friends, drama, and all that good teenage stuff you either crave or dread.

Everything is a blur. The faces, the voices; All there is in this moment is myself and a red steam train. You know that perfect happy moment in a sad movie, where everything is just... perfect? Where the music is perfect, and how it just makes you want to do something with your life? That's right now. It's like being on the swing in my opinion, things couldn't be much better.

The train doors were now sliding open, and a couple of older wizards were rushing everybody inside. My moment starts to fade, this is real. I feel my heart pounding in my chest, my breathing becomes unregulated. The touch of my father's cold hand on my shoulder, the bickering of brothers and cousins... No more blur.

"Lily, do you have everything?" My father asks, his hand still on my shoulder. As he bends down to look at me his circular spectacles slide down his nose- he was never one to push them back up.

Well that's kind of a stupid question isn't it? Obviously I don't have everything, I have nothing besides what I'm wearing right now. My mother is the one with the stuff, she has the trolley with both my brother's and my luggage.

Unless he meant if I forgot something at home? That's probably what he meant, but even if it was... It is not like he would go back to bring me anything. I am supposed to be going on the train right now.

"I guess," I shrug, looking down. I really don't know how to respond to silly questions like that. "Mom still has my trunk."

My father laughed, I don't know why though. He stood straight again but then span me around so I would face him.

"I'm so proud of you, you know that right?" He grins, his green eyes search my hazel ones. He has one hand on both of my shoulders now, my father is standing far enough away from me for his arms to be straight.

Another weird question brought to you by Harry Potter, you think the minister of magic would be better at this kind of thing. Although, it's not like I can say I'm any better at communicating.

"I think I do? But I don't exactly understand why, I'd be going to Hogwarts no matter what anyways." I say.

He laughs again, what on earth is so funny?

"Lily, you're going to be a great witch."

"You keep saying that Dad," I sigh and break my gaze with him, glancing at my Mum and brothers.

My older brother by three years, James, is yelling at my other older brother but only by two years, Albus, about how Gryffindor was for sure going to win the quidditch match this year. The two are always fighting, they were much closer before they started Hogwarts. Those were definitely the good 'ole days.

"What makes you suddenly think that? Scorpius, Rose, and I have been practicing all summer and you know it! You've been complaining how Fred and the Wood's have been too busy non-stop!" Albus shouts with exaggerated hand motions, he is obviously annoyed (he's always annoyed).

"I know, I know that! What I don't get is why Rose would practice with you two when she is supposed to be Gryffindor! She's such a traitor, I can't believe how she's popular at school. If I was even seen associating with a Slytherin I'd be-" James rants, but is cut off by our mother who gets a hold of both of their ears.

I look back at my dad, seems like he as well got distracted by my brother's scene.

"Did I say you were a great witch? Oh, yeah I did. Right, okay. Well um Lily-" My father says awkwardly, his hands left my shoulders a while ago.

"Yes?" I ask, biting my lip and then turning my head to look at the train behind me. Almost everyone has been boarded, even now James and Al were out of sight. I look back at him, he better hurry up and spit it out already.

"Write to me tomorrow?" He looks nervous, as if he thought he was asking too much of me. But to be honest, I was already planning on it.

"Yeah, okay, sure." I blink lots, looking everywhere but at him. Couldn't he see it was time for me to go? "Shouldn't I be leaving now or..."

"Right! Yes, go-on then! I'll have someone bring in your trunk for you!" He shoos me away, almost pushing me towards a train door.

I turn while giving my parents one last smile, showing them that everything will be just fine.

As the distance between me and the train became smaller (even though it wasn't very big to begin with), I get the urge to run away. Where am I supposed to go once I enter the train? Where could I sit? How will I get a hold of my trunk? But I kept walking, one step at a time, until it was no longer cement under my feet- but worn carpet.

A/N: So do you think you're going to keep reading?

Yes?

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I won't be able to update everyday. But I will try my best for a minimum of 2 chapters a week, and maybe a max of 4.

Thank-you all so much for reading!

(Note: Next chapters will be much longer!)