A/N: I do not own Harry, Ginny, Lily or Hugo, but I do own Janna, Leander and Acantha. I don't own the song (Listen to Your heart) featured in this chapter either.

Lily Potter: Living Up To Harry

-Chapter One-

Listen to Your heart

I know there's something in the wake of your smile.
I get a notion from the look in your eyes,
you've built a love but that love falls apart.
Your little piece of heaven turns too dark.

Listen to your heart
when he's calling for you.
Listen to your heart
there's nothing else you can do.
I don't know where you're going
and I don't know why,
but listen to your heart
before you tell him goodbye...

Ginny's brown eyes fluttered; her rich, red hair was long, sleek and glossy it swept past her pale freckled shoulders, shading her face, but not her smile, nothing could ever take away her happiness.

Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile.
The precious moments are all lost in the tide,
they're swept away and nothing is what is seems,
the feeling of belonging to your dreams.

And there are voices
that want to be heard.
So much to mention
but you can't find the words.
The scent of magic,
the beauty that's been
when love was wilder than the wind…

Her pale skin glowed with pleasure as she cradled and sang to someone she would never forget; her child, her daughter.

She pushed her stubborn auburn hair behind her silver studded ear. Her hazy, brown eyes glittered as she stared out of her bedroom window. She leisurely sketched vague memories of familiar poses and intricate dresses from the faeries and nymphs in her mother's childish stories, as they leapt, laughed and sang in the sun. What she would give to have that innocence now. Children were always thrilled in the tiniest things, and she missed that. She had too many expectations to live up to, the shoes before her where too large for her to fill in her lifetime. Sure, she was used to having so much to bear, but she still hated it nonetheless. You see, she was the daughter of the boy who lived; she was the one who had so much to live up to, who always would.

It's not like she was the only one who had this to bear; she had two older brothers, James and Albus. James was five years her senior, he was the joker, and had always been infuriatingly popular at school with his friends for his mischief and jokes. Albus was two years older than Lily, and was the best of both of the boys on the Quidditch team, and had made captain for his last four school years. But Lily had always felt that life was harder for her, for even though all three of the children were compared to Harry as much as the other, she had shown no explicable talents that seemed to impress her father. But they were long gone now; they had gone onto work their way in the world away from their young school years. Lily was the only Potter left to go to Hogwarts.

Today was her first day at Hogwarts since her fourth year and she now would be entering her fifth year. At school Lily was known for her brains, but she felt as though she didn't deserve them, and that she had fooled everybody around her of her 'intelligence'. And it wasn't as though her parents recognised it at home, for they didn't receive results until the end of this year, and she felt that her parent's wouldn't care anyway. Lily was a procrastinator to the extreme and the most un-coordinated person that she knew of. She smiled to herself of these thoughts, remembering fond memories from the years before.

On the day that she first walked into the Great hall, a small insignificant first year with a love of magic and dreams of what was soon to come. On that day she made a promise to herself, a promise not to be like him, not to be like her father. It wasn't that she didn't love him; she just didn't want to follow in his footsteps, she didn't want to be Harry's daughter, she just wanted to be Lily, Lily Potter. This was, perhaps, the reason why she studied so hard, burying herself in books, intelligence didn't seem to relate much to her father. This was not because he was stupid, far from it, but she had come to know that Harry cared little for his grades.

Lily broke from the trance of her thoughts, got up and pulled on the first clean thing that she could find; a white tee shirt, covered by a patterned grey hooded jumper. She then tugged on a pair of black jeans, (hoping that her waist and thighs hadn't expanded too much over the break) and shoved on a pair of scuffed red converses. She got up and walked into the kitchen and read the scribbled piece of paper that had been left on the bench:

Lily,

Your father and I are at work, your father is extremely sorry not to be able to come. Don't skip breakfast. I'll know if you haven't eaten.

xxx
Mum

Her heart jumped a beat.

Finally!

They had given into her pleas from many nights and days, when she begged them not to come. She remembered vividly of days when her family was swamped by people trying to talk to Harry, get his photo, to touch him. He was Voldemort's conqueror, and the possessor of the Elder Wand, the Chosen One.

She hastily scooped up the gold coins next to the note and shoved them into her jean pocket. She then rushed around the kitchen, scavenging for something to eat. She ate promptly and then glanced down at her watch.

DAMN! It's 10:00! I'm gonna be late!

She hurriedly pulled her hair into a messy bun, her books 101 ways to calm a horrendous beast and Fantastic Beasts and where to find them lay battered on the floor amongst her other scattered books. She clumsily picked them up and shoved them into her trunk. She then rummaged through her room, searching for her dirty brown owl.

Oh my God! I've killed my owl!

A small chocked squeal came from the other side of the room, she ran hurriedly to the other side of the room, frantically pushing away underwear, socks and nameless objects until she found the familiar glint of gold from Anastasia's cage. She stumbled up, and shoved it next to her trunk, glad that she had finally found it. She pulled out her broom stick Swiftswoop 4001 and stuffed that next to the trunk. He father bought it for her as a present for her last birthday, he was not aware of her non-existent Quidditch skills. She was one of the beaters on the team, but she got the spot by default, the other students weren't quite prepared for the cold morning of the trials. But despite her 'flying' skills, she could thrust the bat into the air and hit those bludgers pretty hard. At least she had something to look forward to for when she got to Hogwarts (assuming that she would get the place again).

Remembering the time, she pulled out her wand from her drawer, and stuffed it in her pocket so it was concealed from prying eyes. She dragged the heavy trunk along on its squeaky wheels and picked up her owl cage in her hand.

She made her way to the station, and after she made sure that no-one was watching her, she crossed through onto platform 9 and ¾. With a dizzy smile to familiar faces surrounding her, she wearily made her way towards the train. She watched as many mothers and fathers cried as their children's train left, a pang of guilt hit her; for wanting to give away such love that she had missed so much. She stopped and took in the moment, to which the pang of guilt transformed into a pang of worry.

OH CRAP, OH CRAP, OH CRAP! THAT'S MY TRAIN!!!!!

Lily ran, trying to keep up, stumbling over her own feet as she screamed at the conductor to stop. The train screeched on the tracks until it came to a slow and steady halt. She drearily pulled herself up onto the train, awaiting the laughter that she knew was to come.

She slowly made her way through (what seemed like) hundreds of carriages, until she saw a familiar face, accompanied by an empty seat. She quickly flung herself on the seat, stopping anyone from taking it from her.

'Yo girl! What you think you doin'? I don't wanna sit next to no white trash!'

She looked up to see a thin, black girl with tightly braided hair, glaring at her. She had just gotten up from the seat next to her and she had her hands firmly on her hips.

'Shut up.'

'What the hell you think you doi-'

'No. Really, shut up Janna.'

'Awwww… damn.'

The girl's skin slowly paled to a light beige, making the stud on her nose more prominent. Her hair untangled it's self as it withered down her shoulders, lightening from a dark brown to a bright, florescent blue.

'How'd you-'

'Not many people can achieve the hands-on-hips-I-am-your-mother kind of look, and you exceed the limitations on which any fifteen-year-old should look like while undertaking it. It's really quite sad.'

'Haha... Shut up.'

'Anything off the trolley, dears?'

'Yes!' They both cried out in unison, jumping and rushing out the door to grab anything that was left on the trolley, emptying their pockets to share any money that they had.

'Eight Pumpkin Pasties, twelve Liquorice Wands, twenty Chocolate Frogs, fourteen Acid Pops and four packets of Bertie Bot's Every Flavour Beans.'

The old woman groaned as she counted and pulled out a mound of (what was to these girls) sugar-filled excitement. They quickly exchanged the coins in their pockets and hauled their sweet and sugary lunch back into the carriage.

What the Hell? Ahhhh... crap.

Janna and Lily then heard some rather familiar and loud voices enter their minds, as the carriage door flew open, and two boys (literally) flew in.

'Oooooooh-!'

Thud.

'Heeeeeeeeeeeey!!!! Argh!'

Smash.

'ARGH! I broke my fucking nose!'

Janna quickly got up to aid one of the boys from his fall; she drew her wand, and held the red-haired-boy's arm, attempting to heal it.

'Landy, Hugo, you jack-arses. What the hell do you think you were doing flying in the compartments?'

The boy with red hair quickly replied, in an angry, muffled and painful tone.

'Na! It HURTS. We were late for the train! OH GOD! Don't! The PAIN! THE PAIN!'

The boy with dark hair and freckles turned to speak to Lily, holding his nose in place, with blood all over his hands.

'Oi Lily, aren't you going to help us? In our hour of need, in our hour of PAIN, and you don't even come to-'

'Fakers.'

'What did you accuse us of? Ow! Don't-do-that-to-me- it BURNS!'

'FAKERS.'

'We're in our most painful state and you-'

She got up slowly and forcefully opened Leander's hand, to reveal a short, but thin purple coloured lolly.

'Skiving Snack Boxes,' She said knowingly.

'Awwww, Lil! You could've played on with it for a minute! Did you see Janna's face?'

Janna leapt up in fright and disgust from the boy's performance.

'Why would I touch either of you? Even just to see her look like that? All you've got to do is take her tampo-'

'Shutup'

'-At that 'time of the month' and she goes absolutely ballis-'

She cut herself off, knowing that she would have to pay later that night. Both of the boy's got up as Leander replied jokingly.

'C'mon, you know you want to.'

She scoffed at him and rolled her eyes sarcastically.

'Yeah... right Zabini.'

'Oh! BUUURRRN!' Hugo yelled as he thrust the lolly into his mouth. He quickly messed up his red hair so that his sky-blue eyes could be seen easily, and forcefully slapped Leander on the back. Then both of them dived to the pile of lollies on the table next to them.

'Don't take our lollies.' Janna said in a mock-annoyed tone.

'Nooooo. You liiiiike ittt... Na.' Hugo giggled as he stroked Janna's leg suggestively.

She looked back at him in disgust and made a loud vomiting sound to Lily. She then slapped him, to which he shrieked girlishly.

'That was for THE PAIN.'

A/N: I hope you guys like it! Please take the time to review. I hope that it's not too short. I'm just seeing how it goes. This is the billionth time that I've re-written this chapter/story, so please be brutal and PLEASE REVEIW so that I can improve. )