Okay so I haven't written in a while so this might be a little bad…

Disclaimer: I don't own hp ): that makes me sad

Chapter One: On The Train

I can't believe it. I, Lily Luna Potter am going to Hogwarts today. I have been waiting for this ever since Dad told me stories about his adventures when he was a teen.

I'm on the train now looking for a compartment that's not full. I finally find one with a pale boy with white-blond hair and sunken cheeks looking glum staring at his hands.

"Do you mind if I sit here, everywhere else is full?" I ask him.

He nods slowly without looking up.

"What's your name my name is Lily, Lily Potter," I questioned him.

"Scorpius Malfoy," he said sounding unsure.

The rest of the ride was kind of awkward just sitting the shuffling uncomfortably.

The train slowed to a stop after what seemed like days. I looked around curiously, I had heard tales of how beautiful Hogwarts was, this didn't seem so special.

"Firs' years over here!" I heard a familiar voice yell.

My face broke into a grin.

"Hagrid!" I yelled.

"Hullo there Lily, now go get on er boat."

I was looking for a familiar face but I ended up having to sit with Scorpius, more awkwardness.

"What house do you want to be in?" I asked Scorpius, trying to make a friendly gesture.

"Anything but Slytherin, the least I'm like my father the better," Scorpius mumbled.

I was shocked to see an eleven year old child show so much hate for a parent. I was raised to respect and look up to my elders so I wanted to be in Gryffindor everyone in my family is in that house.

I was pondering about the situation when I looked up and gasped.

Before me was a magnificent sight. The was a towering castle with beautiful nature surrounding it. I could have looked at the lights reflecting on the almost pitch black lake.

I looked over at Scorpius, expecting to see the same look of awe on his face. All I saw was the same depressed look on his face that he wore when I first met him.

I was soon distracted from my thoughts by a curt voice saying, "First years follow me now."

McGonagall, I thought as I looked up at a lady who fit the description my father gave me.

I followed her down a lit hallway with the other first years.

I got nervous when we stepped into the great hall, I could hear all the whispering about another Potter child in Hogwarts.

Professor McGonagall placed a frayed hat on a stool. What kind of a joke is this? I wondered.

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