Prologue

Everyone expected Albus to be just like Dad, and he is, sort of. He does look exactly like him, so it makes sense why everyone thought he would be alike. Well actually he's really shy and quiet and rather studious, he's what I imagine Professor Longbottom had been like in school, well what I've heard from Mum anyway. James, well James is unbelievably cocky, he's really sure of himself-he gets that from Mum she is always so sure of herself, is a known playboy and loves to have fun. Yes he gets into trouble enough, but that is for being a smart ass or getting caught snogging some random girl in a closet after curfew. As for me, well no expected Lily Luna Potter to be just like her father or grandfather before him. Everyone thought I was going to be like Mum, shy but powerful. I guess they were half right, I am "powerful" if that's what you want to call it. I do not accredit my skills to my heritage though, that is just stupid, I accredit it to hard work, practise and unending study. Shy? Me? Yeah right, I may be a little self-conscious but never shy, that's just laughable. I'm a lot like Dad, I don't necessarily like being in the lime light but I don't skirt away form anything. I stand up for what I believe and I am stubborn to a fault. I've also been told that I am a trouble maker and have a complete disregard for the rules, just like Dad and Grandpa James, which I think is a great compliment. I am told that the greatest link I have to my father is my kindness and love for others. Well I like how I am even if no one else does, but most people like so there's really no worry there… Anyway.

After first year, and Dad being notified many times of what the teachers call escapades, but I think escapades makes my adventures sound like childhood debaucles which is so not true they were so much more, he sat me down and gave me what he called… "The Talk". Now like any young eleven year old I pretty much freaked out. I mean no one wants to have the talk and especially not with their Dad! Anyway because of my freak-out Mum had to get my Dad away from me because I couldn't even look at him, and when he realized why I was acting that way he couldn't look at me either.

As it turns out Dad's little talk was pretty much harmless, well what I heard of it was harmless anyway. You see when Dad tried to explain himself I tuned up my music so I could barely hear him and believe it or not he didn't even turn it down. What I heard of his stammering was that I had to learn to be responsible with my magic, how to act at school with my peers (what a hypocrite from what I've heard he never acted the way he was telling me how to act) and how to be a respectable young lady. Yeah, because he knows how to be a respectable young lady, unless he's hiding something from us…? Ew! That is not a pleasant thought.

Second year was quiet except for my excess of pranks on Slytherin (obviously I'm in Gryffindor though many say Ravenclaw or even Slytherin would have done nicely for me as well. I sometimes wonder what it would have been like had I actually been placed in Slythrin…). Mum constantly told me that I am just like the twins, after telling me this she would always say that if I dropped out in my seventh year she would kill me. I think it is a great honour to be compared to my Unlces Fred and George, even though I never met Fred I miss him and George is my favourite uncle. All my teachers tell me I'm just like my aunt, which is very flattering considering she was the smartest witch Hogwarts had seen in many, many years, and I am no where near as smart as her. But kind of an insult. Even now Aunt Hermione is an insufferable know-it-all, and I pride myself on being able to have fun and finding joy outside of class work. Aunt Hermione is almost never having fun, she is always working on something or other.

Third year was fun. I nearly got expelled for duelling in the halls. In my defence that stupid Slytherin bastard had it coming, he had no right to make fun of me and my family. Really we aren't in a war anymore, people should grow up and forget the whole pure-blood thing. Luckily for me, Headmistress LeFay, who took over sometime after McGonagall, likes me and she didn't want to expel the smartest witch in the entire school. Instead of expulsion I got two months of detention, with Filch. Which was anything but fun, let me tell you.

Getting a Howler from Dad was the best part of the whole thing. Well it was really funny because it was my Dad yelling at me for something he would have done too, he is such a hypocrite. I suspect Mum made him do it, but whatever. When I got home for Christmas that year, Dad pulled me into an empty room and congratulated me. He also said that I should stop fighting at school, or at least in the hallways. He also noted that I was becoming more and more like him with every passing day, a fact which scared him and overjoyed me. He did make me promise one thing though; never go looking for trouble. I laughed at the promise and asked him why would I go looking for trouble when I already make enough of it? He laughed at my reasoning but still made me promise, which I did.

The next few years passed much the same. Prank after prank, detention after detention, top mark after top mark, and Howlers many Howlers (usually from Mum).

Now you are pretty much caught up on what has happened. Now the real story starts. Seventh year, yes I'm Head Girl. Actually that is where my story really starts, with me receiving my badge. Do you remember the promise I made Dad in the third year? Let me say now that I never actually broke that promise, and if I did it was never intentional. You see, in my seventh year no matter what trouble I made myself, something worse always seemed to find me…