Chapter 1: My Life Sucks
I have a lot in my life I must live up to. First of all, my parents are one of the most famous wizard and witch of the century. I'm not bragging, it's kind of annoying actually. Having to walk down the streets of Diagon Ally with people staring and pointing at my father and Mum. Little boys and girls gasping and saying things like
"Look, Mum, That's the famous Harry Potter, maybe he can sign my quidditch jersey."
My Mum, Ginny Potter isn't as famous as dad, but is admired by. She has red hair like me that comes to her shoulder and emerald green eyes. My father as many people know has jet black hair, the same eyes as my Mum and the electric lightning scar that is one of the most famous symbols in the wizarding world.
Secondly, I have two older brothers, Albus and James. Albus is older and left for Hogwarts four years ago. He got sorted into Gryffindor and plays on the quidditch team as a beater. My other brother James left for Hogwarts two years ago. He again got sorted into Gryffindor. He is in the dueling club and is one of the best in his grade.
And then there is me. I am a short 11-year-old who likes literature, pranks, and owls. I love reading about the history of magic, how wands are made and about muggles. (My Mum tells me, my granddad loved muggles too. I never met him, though. He died two weeks before I was born.) I was born on May 13th. People always called me the cursed child since I was born on Friday the thirteenth. They may actually be right. Over my 11 years of being alive, I have managed to almost burn a library, make Albus break his arm and almost blind myself. How's that for a childhood?
"Lily, Lily dear,"my Mum says, "Come on we have to drive into London to go get your supplies for Hogwarts."
I had almost forgotten. It was August 24th. One week before I would board the Hogwarts Express and live at Hogwarts. I quickly put on my jumper and raced down the stairs. I grabbed my letter from the kitchen table. I had gotten it about two weeks ago from the family owl Henry. My father held my hand and said
"I remember when I got my books and things from Diagon Ally for the first time. I had just found out I was a wizard the day before! Hagrid had taken me and I was amazed by the wizarding world."
I pondered over that for the hundredth time. If I had grown up as a muggle, would I believe I was a wizard jus because a big man with a pink umbrella said I was. I would probably laugh and think he was crazy.
Mum, Dad, Albus, James, and I stood by the ancient fireplace. We each took a handful of Floo-Powder and waited for our turn. Dad once told me that the first time he travelled by Floo-Powder it was with Mum actually. He didn't say Diagon Ally clear enough because of nerves. The Floo-Powder took him to an evil wizard shop. Ever since he told my siblings and I that story we have always said our location loud and with emphasis.
My father went first.
"Diagon Ally."
Then my Mum.
"Diagon Ally."
Albus.
"Diagon Ally."
James.
"DIAGON ALLY."
He always thought he was so funny like that.
And lastly me.
"Diagon Ally!"
My head spun as I traveled through the fireplace. When I stepped out to join my family I was covered in soot and ash. Mum laughed as she cleaned it from my face. She took my hand as I clutched my letter and walked towards all the shops.