AN/ Hey. Um I'm really like both Lily characters and I hope you do too because this story is about the Lily Potter the second. Hope you like!

I stared at my small pile of stuff on the floor. The wasn't going to be nearly enough. I quickly scanned around my thread-bare room. I knew I was missing something.

There was hardly anything in here. My floral salmon pink duvet piled with soft toys of every shape and size, a wooden stool under an empty oak table and my three legged chest of drawers. On my chest of drawers was a picture of me and my father, the famous Harry Potter. There. That's what I was missing. I grabbed it and carefully placed everything into my 5th hand trunk hoping that it was fuller than last time. No, not by much. It still wasn't even half full. I stared at my teddies longingly. Mum had told me not to put them in. She said I wouldn't have space. Well I did. I would put them in. I grabbed them all and roughly threw them in my trunk before I could change my mind.

"Lily!" mum called, "It's time to go!

I rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen where mum was waiting with Albus and James.

"Accio trunk," mum said waving her wand.

After navigating the London Underground, we finally arrives at King's Cross Station.

I remember coming here last year with dad, and all the years before too. He wasn't coming this year though, he never could again. A tear rolled down my pale cheek and I quickly draped by fiery red hair over my face. I didn't want anyone to see that I was crying, especially Mum. You could never know what it could start any more, anger, the water works or hugs and over protectiveness. Too late, she saw me.

"Lily darling," she started enveloping me in a hug, " No need to be scared. It's an awful lot of fun at Hogwarts, you'll see."

I wasn't crying because I was nervous, she knew that. She just didn't want to make a scene in public. I reached up and brushed the remaining tears away. If she was going to ignore it so was I.

I stopped at the gateway to platform 9 ¾. I took deep breath and started to run. James pushed past me with his trolley and went right through the brick wall. Then Albus. He wasn't scared any more but you should have seen him the first time. He clung onto mum like a baby spider monkey. How I laughed so. I remember the first time I went through, Dad sat me on a trolley a ran in with me so I wouldn't be scared. He was a good dad. I shook my head as if to shake away the memories.

"Come on them Lily," mum said she grabbed my trolley and ran through the wall with me. We emerged on a steam filled platform filled with the noise of hasty goodbyes. James and Albus hugged Mum and then rushed off to find their friends.

"Say hello to Neville for me. And be brave. I'll write lots. You just go and have fun and work hard. " She said squeezing me in a hug. "Don't worry what house your in, "she whispered, trying to repeat the leaving words of encouragement that Dad had whispered to Albus before he went. "As long as your happy, so am I." That was the biggest lie of the century, she would be depressed no matter what. The train whistled and Mum rushed my onto the train.

"Goodbye Lily-love! Have fun! I love you!" she called.

I stepped onto the train and set off for my new life. I straightened by back, lifted my chin and stared walking purposefully.

"Coming through!" someone screamed and rammed into my side. I fell onto the ground dropped my trunk which instantly flew open and all my teddy bears tumbled out.

"Sorry," sniggered the boy and walked off with his friend. "Did you see those bears? There were like 20 of them or something," the boy laughed to his friend.

"How could you missed them?" his friend replied.

I hurriedly stuffed all my teddies into my case and shuffled to find an empty compartment.

There were no empty compartments. I looked all along the train. Finally after dallying over which compartment I should choose: one with three girls and a boy animatedly chatting, probably in my year or the one above, or another with a dark haired boy reading a book and a blonde haired girl absently staring out of the window. I chose the latter, hoping not to be questioned about my famous -used to be dad.

"Uh, excuse me?" I asked opening the compartment door, "May I please join you?"

"Oh sure," said the girl in a faint Irish accent. "My name's Cadmuim Smith." Even though she was looking at me and we were having a conversation I could tell her mind was far away. "What's yours?"she asked.

"Uh, me?"

She nodded in a vague sort of way.
"Ah well, I'm Lily. Uh, Lily Potter.

"Blimey!" the dark haired boy exclaimed. "As in Harry Potter? Your Harry Potter's daughter?"

I nodded. Damn. Nobody was supposed to find this out yet. I just couldn't cope with everyone asking me questions about Dad when I was still so raw.

"You don't look much like him. Are you sure he's your dad?"

In nodded in a non-committal way.

"That's so cool! Can you introduce me to him?"

"Uh, ah," I stuttered, "umm.."

"He's dead," Cadmium cut in.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot. Sorry. "

I breathed in and out to try and stop the tears, but they were flowing good and fast now. Hell and damnation!

"Oh yeah, um," The dark haired boy started, " I have to go find my mate," he rushed off obviously frightened by my tears.

"Don't worry about him, he just a bit tactless," Cadmium sighed.

"Ah, yeah," I replied digging out my book : The Beginners book of Potions. I was currently reading about making a potion to cure a headache.

Ingredients

60 grams of ninroot.

I just couldn't concentrate. The words swam before my eyes like fish in a storm. Although it seemed like I had no emotion since Dad died, I did. And I sure as well felt nervous now. What house was I going to be in? Dad always said that I had the heart of a Griffindour. But that was before he died and took my courage with him. Mum used to say that I read so much that I must be a Ravenclaw. She didn't really say much any more. Not of consequence. It was either meaningless blathering or silence. James always teased me and said that I was good at nothing so I would be in Hufflepuff: she took all the rest. I wasn't scarred of being in Slytherin. Albus was he said that it wasn't that bad. I was scared that Professor McGongall would call me a squib and I would have to go home. Mum would keep crying and not do anything but lie about and I would have to look after all day.

The compartment door was flung open with such force that I jumped.

"Are you Lily Potter?" I tall girl asked. My green eyes were as startled as a rabbit. She was beautiful. Her long blonde hair was the colour of dry sand in Tahiti. She had porcelain skin and dimples on her rosy cheeks. Her dark long lashes protruded from her clear, blue eyes. Wow.

"Um, hello?" she asked.

'Uh, yes. That's me. Why?"
"Oh just wondering. Harry Potter's your dad, huh?"

"Um yes."

"Cool. Wow.

Oh, ah, yeah."

"My name's Lucille Lockhart, by the way. You had better get changed in your robes, where gonna be at Hogwarts any minute."

"Um, thanks." I said as I rushed off to get changed into by robes.

Once in the bathrooms I flung off my patched blue jeans and pink woollen jumper and put on my 2nd hand robes. I splash my face with cold water. I was harder than I expected, all these questions about Dad. I missed him. I looked at my watch. We should be nearly there. I rushed out of the bathroom and back into my compartment. When I got there more girls introduced themselves as Hannah and Louise. Their eyes kept flicking down to my 2nd hand robes with obvious disgust. I fingered the worn material and looked with jealous eyes at their sparkling new robes. After what seemed like hours I was left in peace, that is until some other people came to introduce themselves and ogle at me. I met a Matthew, a Simon, two Claudias, a Hope, a Majorie and a Gertrude. It was awful. It wasn't even like they hadn't seen one of Harry Potter's children. James and Albus went here too. I was lucky it seemed. I didn't look like Dad. Albus did, he was a mini Dad looks wise. The same untidy black hair, the same starling green eyes. He wasn't like Dad in nature though. He was much quieter and thought through everything. He was very cunning, so naturally he was in Slytherin. James wasn't like Dad. He had the dark hair but but was very similar to Mum in everything else. His eyes, faces, the way he thought about things. Fiery anger and quick wit. A Gryffindor I didn't belong. I had long orange hair, Mum's, and Dad's green eyes. I ended up looking like neither of them.

The train whistled and I knew we were nearing the station. I picked up my trunk and walked into the crush waiting to exit the train. No one else had their trunks.

"Hey stupid," somebody called, "The ginger one. Leave you trunk. They come and collect it." My cheeks flushed as I tried make my way back to the compartment.

"First years." I heard someone snigger to their friend, "We weren't that stupid were we?"

I was still miles from my compartment so I opened the door of the shoved my trunk in there.

"Hi Lily!" I looked up with surprise, I thought the compartment was empty. It was my cousin, Rose. She was sitting on the lap of a boy. Rosie? Having a boyfriend? She wiped her lip and got off the boy's knee.

"Off you go then G. I've got to talk to my cousin."

He scampered out of the compartment looking lovestruck. Poor guy, Rosie was a player.

"So, Lily." she stared guiding me to a seat, "How are you? Hows Ginny coping? How are you coping?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"Are you sure?" her brown eyes connected with my green ones. "Really."

"Well.." I started. The compartment door suddenly opened.

"Hey, Rosie," one of Rosie's many boyfriends walked in, "Who's this?"

"Go away!"she scream

"Uh, okay" he said backing away.

"Now where were we?" Rosie asked

"Uh, doesn't matter." I said and got up to leave.

"Damn," I heard her utter as I walked out of the compartment.

AN/ Hope you enjoyed please review and tell me if I should continue! Thanks for reading!

Holly