Lily POV

Before marriage, a girl has to make love to a man to hold him. After marriage, she has to hold him to make love to him.

When I thought about my parents' relationship, I was always unsure of what I saw. They were happy, normal, I guess. They had their arguments, some bigger than others, but they always worked it out in the end.

Watching my parents I seemed to paint a picture of them, my mother was the hothead, picking up a temper easy but my father was always more of a coolheaded person, he was always calm in arguments and he always took my mother's anger, no matter how bad it was.

I seemed to have got my mother's temper, we were both like fire, James and Albus were never as hot headed as me, when I was angry it felt good, strangely. I didn't know if it was a good thing or not but when I stopped shouting or fighting or wrecking things I always felt as if weight had been lifted off my shoulders and I was fine again.

So the moral of the story, never get into an argument with my mother because it's definitely going to turn nasty. And I of course being a stupid little girl did exactly what my father and most of my family feared doing, raising the temper of Ginerva Potter.

I suppose everything started when Albus left for Hogwarts. He was always the calm and considerate of the Potter children. James was more of the conniving, cocky sort and me; well I was a different kettle of fish. I was the sarcastic, spoilt little daddy's girl as most people would describe me.

We all started Hogwarts with a name. Potter. I suppose for people that meant the elite, the people you should make friends with because to them we were the elite, our father had painted a picture to the rest of the wizarding world, it said hero. And it not only reflected on him, it reflected on all of us, me James and Al, we were the ones who had to prove ourselves now, be the best, be amazing, brilliant blah blah blah. To me it was bullshit.

I didn't care, I always knew when I went to Hogwarts I wouldn't be the little golden girl like Rose always wanted. I wanted everyone to see that even though I was a Potter it didn't mean I was good, that I could be evil at times and then when Albus was placed in Gryffindor I thought to myself it had to be me, I had to be the one to make the difference, the rebel Potter and that's what I became.

Today we were going to Diagon alley, all of us which was a bit of a surprise. Father dear was always too busy with work and saving the Wizarding World to worry about taking us into Diagon Alley for our school supplies. Even when Albus was getting his first school supplies dad didn't come. He was meant to of course, but something came up and he told mum to make it up to Al.

Albus was the emotional one of course and he cried for ages, until James being James of course started a whole argument on how Al was a baby and he should wise up and everything isn't about him. How original James.

Everything in James' world was about him, everything just had to revolve around him, he was an arrogant prat some of the time but most of the time he could put a smile on your face even in the darkest days.

James and Albus were alike in looks but they were totally different in personalities. James was the party animal, the joker, the one who didn't care about most things. Al was the studious one, he still had fun but really thought about his future and he was kinda the perfect one out of the Potters. James and Al both inherited the messy black hair and specs but James had hazel eyes and Al got the green eyes.

I on the other hand looked even more like my grandmother Lily every day. I had the trademark red hair, which was wavy and wild. I had the green eyes also like hers.

"Hello lovely Lily and how are you this fine summery morning?" James asked smiling cockily.

"Morning Jamiepoo," I said smirking when I saw his horrified expression, "I am fine, just very very VERY excited for Diagon Alley, and getting my wand, getting stuff for school and then leaving tomorrow," I said all in one breath, making James and Albus to stare at me stupidly, I giggled.

"Hello children," my father said from the door, he walked in and slumped on the chair next to mines, waiting for my mother to bring the food to the table. My mother was standing over the cooker singing along to an old song on the radio.

"Hey Dad," we shouted back. He smiled

"Where's Teddy?" My mother asked.

"I'll get him," all three of us said quickly. We all eyed each other suspiciously. Without saying another word we both ran to the stairs, me being the smallest was also the fastest, I got there first and walking into my dear older brothers room I saw a sight I would never have dreamed of seeing.

There in Teddy's bed was Victoire Weasley, my godbrother Teddy Lupin and my cousin Victoire Weasley, in the same bed, in my house. My brothers came stumbling in, James pulling Al to the floor with him, waking dear old Teddy and Vic up and making Vic scream and Teddy gave a startled jump. Al and James laughed and hi-fived while I stood still in shock with my mouth in a little o shape. Never in my life would I have thought I would experience this.

Never.

But I did.