Author's Note: Okayy so I promised y'all some new stories so here is my first one of the summer! I know it's a little slow but I wanted you to kind of get a feel for the characters before anything actually happens. Sooo this is mainly a story about Lily Luna Potter's life, but I hope to incorporate a lot of her siblings/cousins/etc. into it, too. This is pretty much just going to be a second generation fic. Anyway, I want the main focus to be Lily's love life, but it will definitely focus on all of the aspects of her life. It starts on the day she starts Hogwarts and will probably go up until she graduates! Okay I'm going to stop rambling. Enjoy! P.S. Happy Summer :)

Disclaimer: Fourth story and I still don't own it. Shame. JKR owns HP. Nuff said.

My Sister

A thousand days. More than a thousand days. A thousand years she had waited for this. No matter how many times she had been coaxed, how many times friends would point out, "He's cute!", no matter how many times she had been hit on, flirted with, offered a drink, no matter how many people she had dated, she had never had this happen. Ever.

Many Years Before

On September 1, the sun rose above the tree-filled backyard outside of Lily Luna Potter's window. Lily had placed her bed in just the right place for the sun to hit the head of it directly every single morning. Her favourite thing in the world was waking up to the sun. Lily didn't do well with alarm clocks, she never had. Her mother had told her she was the same way. The clocks would beep obnoxiously and, while asleep, Lily would pick them up, yell at them, open the window, throw them out, close the window, and lay back down. But when the sun came out, she was awake. Awake and ready for the day to begin. And when the sun went down (no matter if it be in the summer, at 9, or in the winter, at 6:30) she would be ready for bed. Her father had joked about Lily being what Muggles would say, "Mother Nature", because of the way her life was so intertwined with the weather and the days and nights.

Lily turned to her other side, away from the window. Her head rested gently on her pillow and her eyes opened sleepily. She smiled. The sun was warming her face and brightening her auburn curls. She lifted the purple blanket patterned with Snitches off of herself, revealing a skinny, pale body covered with an oversized T-shirt and what looked like an old pair of boxers. Both of which belonged to her father. A few moments passed, in which she contemplated the day ahead of her, before she set her feet on the hardwood floor and lifted herself up. She stood her ground, yawned, and stretched, just like one would see in a movie when someone wakes up. She rubbed her eyes and looked around.

Lily's room was small and messy. She had a twin-sized bed with a lovely cherry wood frame and headboard. The mattress upon it was very cozy and comfortable and the blankets were twisted up, as if it was just slept in (which, coincidentally, it was). She had no end table or dresser sitting next to her bed, as one only needs those for alarm clocks. Lily's alarm clock was the sun, and it would certainly not fit on a dresser (trust her, she tried), and besides, it liked it better outside anyway, hiding behind the moon until it was ready to wake her. There was a small closet on the opposite side of the room, which housed Lily's Muggle clothing and, during the summer, her school clothing sat, neatly folded by her mother, on the high shelf, waiting to be packed away and accompany her to school. There was a small bookshelf leaning against the wall next to the closet. Upon this sat all of Lily's favourite books: Muggle fairy tales (Cinderella, Snow White, The Three Little Pigs, etc.), a few graphic novels (comic books!), some manga (Japanese comic books), and of course, her father's Autobiography (The Chosen One Without a Choice) sitting dusty and lonely in a corner, as her father had not yet allowed her to read it ("You're not old enough, Lil!"). On the wall in which her bed was pushed against, sat the only piece of artwork. It was Lily's favorite thing in the room. In fact, it was a painting of a young wizard riding a unicorn through a huge hilly field, and where the sun should have been, there was an analog clock, that her father had fixed using magic (she got it for free at a Muggle thrift store because the clock was broken). Lily looked at the painting before looking at the clock. She had had that for about 5 years, and every morning she would look at it and try to figure out what it meant. Her eyes shifted toward the "sun"; 7:03. Mum and Dad won't be up for another two hours, James is at Michael's, and Albus won't be up until Mum wakes him because he sleeps 'til noon everyday. That means I'm alone, Lily worked out in her head.

A couple of minutes later, Lily had rummaged through her closet and picked out a flowy little Muggle sundress to wear. She threw her pajamas in the hamper and sat upon her newly made bed. She contemplated going back to bed, but then thought about how many times she had tried that before, and how many times it had not worked simply because the sun was all ready up. She was all ready up. Lily skimmed her bookshelf and decided upon a Sharon Creech (some Muggle author) novel, entitled Ruby Holler. She had all ready read it before, but it was easily her favorite book. It was also one of those books she couldn't bring to school (James had warned her that Hogwarts students didn't fancy Muggle contraptions that much) and therefore thought she might as well read a little bit of it before school. She removed the book from the shelf and climbed onto her bed. She opened the window and stepped out on to the roof in which was directly under it. This was routine: Lily would wake up before everyone else, sit outside of her room on the roof, and read ("You're such a nerd! All you need is glasses!" "Well I'd rather be a nerd than a video game addict, James!").

Lily got a couple of chapters in before she heard a noise coming from downstairs, and then people talking and laughing. James was home. And by the sound of it, he brought Michael with him. Michael Tatum was James' best friend. He had met him on the Hogwarts Express in his first year. They had been inseparable since. What's more, after that fateful day when they just happened to bump into each other on the train, James learned that Michael only lived a couple of blocks away from them, right here in Godric's Hollow. They spent the entire summer together, either at James' house, Michael's house, or any of the other friends they had scattered around the country's. James, as it turned out, was very popular (or at least according to him, it could possibly just be all in his head). Apparently, laziness, rudeness, and having no manners were likeable traits at Hogwarts… Otherwise, no one would like him.

But, as much as Lily was annoyed by her brother, she had to give him credit: he had outrageously cute friends. And, being a girl of 11, Lily, naturally, had huge crushes on all of them. But, instead of turning as scarlet as her hair around them, she was actually quite smooth. So, even though Michael was a good three years older than her (and a fourth year) and they had not even the slightest chance of ever having more than a my-best-friend's-sister relationship, Lily still had to make a point to get his attention. She checked herself out in the mirror before heading downstairs for "breakfast". I like my Michael with bacon, she thought jokingly, and laughed at herself.

Lily walked into the kitchen and went straight to the fridge for the orange juice. James and Michael were sitting at the kitchen table. She smiled at them (well, more at Michael but glanced at James as well to make it seem less obvious), got a glass, and filled it with orange liquid. She turned and leaned against the fridge, facing James and Michael. "Why do you guys-" she began to question them.

"Go away, Lily," James said noncommittally, as though this situation occurred quite often. Lily frowned, Michael smiled, "Lily, we're fourth years. You can't make a habit of talking to us if we want to maintain our popularity."

"You're cute, Lily." Michael added as if she was his little sister (which she practically was), "but J's right. You're gonna be a firstie. Fourth years don't hang around with firsties. I'm sorry," and he sounded as though he genuinely did want to hang out with her, but his reputation stopped him.

Lily rolled her eyes. "You guys were 'firsties' once, too." Lily said reasonably (and not at all whiny).

"Yes, Lily," James said matter-of-factly, "but we were cool firsties."

Lily shrugged, "well maybe I'll be a 'cool firstie' too." (she put air quotes around the last two words in mockery of how ridiculous James sounded). James snorted. Michael hit him. James laughed.

"You know, Lily, I would date you. You will be cool. But that doesn't change the fact that we're fourth years. If you were three years older…" Michael trailed off.

James' smiled vanished, "Dude! She's my sister!"

"And you better watch her like a hawk because she is gettin' some," Michael added as though this was obvious to anyone but James. Lily raised her eyebrows, smiling (she wasn't entirely sure what "some" meant, but it sounded like a compliment). Michael was on her side. Maybe what she had for him wasn't just a crush… "just not from me." Michael finished. Lily frowned and stomped off. The voices of James and Michael arguing ("Dude! My sister?!?" "Sorry, man, it had to be said.") trailed off as Lily flounced back up to her room.

Lily double, triple, and quadruple checked her trunk. The nervous jitters had finally kicked in as the time remaining until eleven grew slimmer. Robes, books, wand, supplies, Lily went over in her head every time she rechecked her baggage, Robes, books, wand, supplies.

Nine o'clock approached quickly as Lily busied herself. Her parents had awoken, checked on her to wake her ("I don't even know why I do it," her mum had laughed, "You always get up before me!"), and gotten Albus up (Lily had heard a loud thud at this point, either Albus throwing something at the 'rents or him falling off of the bed). Her dad cooked up a delicious breakfast (her mum couldn't do anything involving a stove, Lily being a witness of this), and Lily sat at the table with him, her mom, James, Albus, and Michael.

"So I assume you're riding with us to King's Cross again, Michael?" Ginny said to Michael conversationally.

"If that's all right with you Mrs. Potter. My mum just figured since you guys are going anyway and then she wouldn't have to go and I would just go off and find J the minute I got there that you wouldn't mind if I tagged along." Michael recited, as if his mum had told him just the right persuasive argument to convince the Potters.

Ginny laughed, "Of course you can come with us, Michael. You're part of the family anyway."

"So you excited for your third year at Hogwarts, Al?" James said to his little brother sitting next to him and ruffled his hair as if he was a baby.

Albus rolled his eyes, swallowed a huge mouthful of scrambled eggs, and turned to his little sister, ignoring James, "Lil, do you want to sit with me on the train 'til you find some promising first years?"

See the thing about Lily's relationships with her brothers is that they were a bit twisted. James, being the older one, should have acted more like a helper than he did. And Albus, being only a year older than Lily, should be the one that teases her and calls her a "firstie". But of course Lily didn't find this weird because James acted like a twelve year old all the time rather than Albus, who acted more like the fifteen year old that James was. It all really made perfect sense.

Lily smiled, which was her way of saying she agreed.

After a few more cozy conversations and laughs, the family (plus Michael) started dispersing from the table. James and Michael were first ("I have to pack." "You haven't packed yet?!?"), and Albus second ("I don't have to pack I just wanna leave"), which left Lily sitting alone at the table with her parents. She hadn't eaten that much due to the butterflies in her stomach that made it seem rather full.

"Are you excited, babe?" Harry asked Lily. Lily could tell by looking at his face that her dad was just excited as she was about going to Hogwarts.

Lily nodded, words couldn't really express her excitement and even if they could, her nervousness wouldn't permit it. Lily shoved a few more bites and egg and sausage into her mouth as her parents were looking at her and she didn't want them to lecture her about not eating enough on a day as important as this one.

It was only a few minutes after Lily had cleared her plate and walked back to her room yet again that her father's voice came booming through the house (he had used the Sonorus charm, no doubt) telling them that they "had to leave as soon as possible, and no it's not too early because by the time we actually leave and get there we will be just on time". Harry was saying this more to James and Albus, because Lily had been packed at seven and was quite glad that they were leaving, even if it was only ten o'clock.

If any Muggle had been watching, fitting four kids, two adults, four trunks, an owl in a cage (Percival, James' owl), and a broomstick (James' as well) into one small five seated car would be an extremely unusual sight. But, for wizards it was just routine. Harry had placed an enlargement charm on the back seat and trunk to fit everyone in while he and Ginny sat in the front and he drove (Harry had always found driving to be interesting ever since he saw Uncle Vernon doing it, he had told Lily once).

By 10:40 a.m. they had arrived at King's Cross and managed to get all of their luggage out of the car and into their hands. They dragged it along behind them and headed to the infamous Platform 9 ¾. The odd-looking family stood in a huddle right in front of the entrance.

"Well?" said Ginny after she realized that no one was going to move, "Okay, well I guess James and Michael will go first." And the two broke into a run, racing each other into the wall, without flinching, and disappeared into it. "Okay, Albus you next." Albus turned to Lily, saluted and winked, and ran off into the same place James and Michael had just disappeared into. "All right. Lily, do you know what to do? You just have to imagine yourself going through it. My mum always said it was easier to do if you run. It worked for me."

Lily nodded and gulped. She stared at the wall as if she was about to climb Mount Everest, clutched the handle on her trunk tightly, and ran.

A/N: Okay well there it is! I'm really proud of this because I worked on it a lot harder than I have on any of my other chapters in my other stories. Please please please review and tell me what you think! I love feedback and I might even end up using your ideas if you give me some (with crediting you of course ;)). Soo just tell me what's good, what's not, things like that, and I will REALLY appreciate it! Thank you! :)