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When I was little, my mother often told me the story of when she had fought alongside the great Harry Potter against Lord Voldemort. Whenever she described the castle falling apart; allies and enemies dropping dead around her, and the screams from the tortured filling the gloomy air, I felt like I was there by her side. The story had a happy ending but for some unknown reason, my mother would end it with a morbid expression on her withering face. My mother, Angana Kayle, wasn't very old but she was worn-out and stressed by constant worry. Weirdly, she would never share this concern with me, her youngest daughter.

On September 1st, my family and I set off for Kings Cross Station, platform nine and three-quarters. Wearing my best brown boots, skinniest navy-blue jeans, prettiest red t-shirt, most beautiful amethyst necklace and my father's old leather jacket, I looked as nice as I could possibly look. The jacket was the only thing I possessed that had belonged to my father, I wore it with pride even thought it was rather large and the zip was beginning to rust so much I could barely move it. Raymond Kayle had been a great wizard, who had devoted his life to discovering new healing potions for the wizard hospital, St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies. Unfortunately, even the greatest of wizards could not survive the shot of a machine gun…

My father had been whisked off to Afghanistan to help heal the injured soldiers in the war that had been gradually getting worse over the last decade. One day, he had been on his way to the first aid tent at the other side of a large city, when a group of enemy fighters had jumped out from behind him. He had tried to grab his wand, but his hands shook so much from fear that his hands were unable to grip the handle. The leader of the enemy group had pulled his AK-47 on my father, demanding he reveal the location of the English army's weapons. Raymond did not know this information. He was just a medic; he didn't even carry a weapon (he didn't see the need, since he had his wand). Bravely, the wizard had told them his limited knowledge. Unhappy with the reply, they had shot Raymond straight through the chest… Leaving his wife, five sons and baby daughter to live without a husband and father.

"Lilibeth, are you going to be okay?" My oldest brother, Mikeal, asked. Mikeal was in his last year of Hogwarts so understood how nervous I was to be starting my first year today.

"I'm fine, Mik. Stop worrying about me." I was trying to act strong so I did not worry my mother who was already reluctant to let me leave. Looking into his deep green eyes, I could see that he knew I was lying.

"Don't worry, you'll never be alone. We're all going to be watching out for you." He said as he gestured towards my four other older brothers. To the untrained eye, my brothers all looked the same; they all had green eyes, brown hair and the same handsome face. The only differences between the boys were their personalities and ages. William, the second oldest, was in his sixth year at Hogwarts and always seemed very hyper-active, though he could be extremely sensible at times. Harry and Carwyn were twins. They were about to turn 15 and were entering their fifth year. Harry was very mischievous and found it hilarious to annoy the rest of us. Carwyn was exactly the opposite; he always found time to help and look after the rest of us, and was extremely selfless. Last but not least, Reece was two years older than me and was the intelligent one of the family. I didn't get on with Reece because we were so different. Though, our family was so different, we could get through anything together.

When the train arrived, I bade farewell to my mother and she waved me onto the train with tears flowing down her cheeks. Following my brothers along the corridor between the two rows of booths that lined the carriage, I peered around at my now-fellow pupils of Hogwarts.

"Lil, are you going to sit with me or Harry?" Carwyn asked as we squeeze past some slytherins.

"You… please!" I laughed. As we spoke, Harry was stood flirting with a bunch of blondes who were already in their uniform!

"C'mon then, sis."

My big brother grabbed my hand and led me to the carriage he had shared with his friends since their first year. Carwyn had been very popular; firstly because he had an undeniably amazing personality, and secondly because he was the rebellious younger brother of a Prefect. Though, he and Harry were so different, they still enjoyed annoying the teachers of Hogwarts.

"Car! Where've you been?" Rownan, a ginger freak who had been Carwyn's friend since they were four, screamed as we entered the already over-crowded carriage. "I see that dear little Lilibeth has joined us finally!"

"Hey, Row. Yeah, mind if she sits with us?"

"Of course she can." He winked at me as I sat down next to my brother.

The guys were all very welcoming and nice as I joined in their wild conversations about their summer holidays and telling stupid jokes.

Arriving at the station in Hogsmeade was frightening. We all pushed and shoved to get out of the cramped train, only to be squashed between the tall, chattering, older students and the small, podgy children who were joining me in the first year.

"First years this way please!" I squeezed away from the commotion and followed the voices who aimed to herd all the lost new students their way.

"James! Move, so I can go to the boat!" A small, dark-haired boy shouted at an older boy who appeared to be his brother.

"Calm down, little man! You won't be late… Or will you?" James teased. "You might have to swim to the castle, ay Albus?"

The two boys bickering reminded me of my older brothers, Carwyn and Harry, who were constantly at each other's necks.

Albus, the small boy, finally managed to pry himself away from his brother and was basically running to the boats, when he tripped and cut his leg on a sharp edge of some loose wood. I rushed to his aid, quickly covering the cut in some healing cream that I dug out of my sheep-skin purse. My father had created the cream a few months before his death, and my mother always assured that I had a tube in my pocket at all times. It healed the cut within minutes and the boy just stared at his leg with amazement.

"You're welcome." I said sarcastically as I began to walk to the boats.

"Wait! Thank-you so much! My name is Albus Severus Potter." The boy offered his hand for me to shake.

"Lilibeth Kayle. Nice to meet you." I shook his hand. "Did you say Potter? As in Harry Potter?"

"Yes." He sighed.

"Don't worry, I'm not a weirdo who's gon' ask for an autograph or anything. My Mum used to tell me stories about Harry. They were in the same year when they came here."

"Well, he's my Dad! What stories?" By this time, we were sat side-by-side on a small vessel.

I told Albus the stories as we drifted to Hogwarts. He looked up to me with big, chocolate brown eyes, like I was the greatest storyteller on Earth.