I am not J.K Rowling, and I do not own any of the characters

Chapter 1: The New Head Girl

Hello! I'm Lily Luna Potter, the youngest Potter. I will be at my fourth year at Hogwarts, School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. I have two older brothers: Albus Severus Potter, who will be a sixth year when we go back to Hogwarts, and James Sirius Potter, who will be a TA for Transfiguration this year. Well, anyways, on with the story. Potters always think they're heroes. Two good examples are Dad, the hero of the Second Wizard War, and James, who has this annoying habit of messing up his hair. He thinks it makes him look good.

"Rosie! When are you allowed to barge into my room!" I complained. My cousin, Rose Ginevra Weasley was standing in my room when the sign on the door clearly said to GET OUT. Maybe I should of used my best cursive writing instead. "Have you found out anything with the Extendable Ears?" I asked Rose.

(Extendable Ears were some of the fine ware that Uncle George sold in his prank shop, Weasley Wizarding Wheezes.) Rose seemed unable to restrain herself.

"No, no, and no, Lily. You know that the Head Girl and Boy are chosen in the sixth or seventh year, right?" Rose asked. "I know exactly what you're getting at. You're the Head Girl." Rose looked delighted.

"Yes! I'm Head Girl!" she squealed. "James is singing ' I'm too sexy for my robes' in the shower again" she added. I could hear him singing. He thinks he's got a great voice (Potter mentality again).

"James, can't you just have a shower like a normal person!" I yelled.

"I am having a shower!" James yelled back.

"You know exactly what I mean, Prongs," I yelled again.

"Prongs?" Rose asked, confused.

"Oh, yeah. I call James Prongs because his Animagus is a stag," I laughed.

"Hello, Flower Ladies," James said politely.

"Hello, James," I said in a bored voice. James smiled again.

"I know that face, James. You're planning on a prank, aren't you," I announced. James smiled yet again. Show-off. As if we don't know exactly what game he's playing. Sure enough, he dashed off (probably to get his broomstick.).

"What the-" Rose began. James zoomed over my head.

"See ya later, Flower Ladies," he screamed. Rose and I knew the drill. We raced downstairs just in time to watch James break the door with his broomstick. I traced the James-sized hole with my finger. I turned to Rose.

"Just be glad you have a younger brother that you can keep under control, Rosie."

"James Sirius Potter, I'm going to kill you!" I screamed.