OK wonderful people of the vast internet. Wherever you live, whatever you are supposed to be doing, this is for you. It is a work of a Sunday afternoon (but will probably take a lot longer.) This is written by me and my buddy, Kit-Kat and is hereby dedicated to her. We will send it back and forth across the internet, and we will treasure it for ever and ever and ever. However, Kit-Kat, you have officially been signed up for the role of unpaid Spell Check (as you are better than the computer!)

But anyways, this is for all of you (or at least those of you who bother to review!)

Chapter 1- Lily's First Day.

LPOV

The noise of the passengers pushing past me had always been loud, but this time I wasn't listening. I half-ran through the crowds, desperate to get on to the train immediately. I'd left my family as they unloaded the car, I'd just wanted to see the scarlet train, to really believe that today I would be going… to Hogwarts.

I burst through the wall cheerfully, took one look around, and then began my happy dance, squealing with joy. I saw my cousins with their parents, and I ran over to where Hugo stood, practically wetting his pants with excitement. We jumped up and down together, as my family came to join us.

"Hello, Lily," my aunt Hermione smiled at me welcomingly.

"Hi!" I grinned; I hadn't seen my cousins or their parents for weeks - they'd gone to America to watch Quidditch. I giggled at the ridiculous tee-shirts that both my uncle and Hugo were wearing- bright pink with rainbow unicorns (the American mascot).

My mother took one look at the clothes that her brother was wearing, and doubled over laughing, whilst my dad tutted and shook his head; he had never liked the American team, not after they'd stolen his broom and pelted him with dung-bombs. My brothers laughed too, before going off to find their friends.

"Hey, Harry! Do you remember that time when the American team beat you in that World Cup Quidditch final?" Another of my uncles, George arrived, sporting a fluorescent-orange shirt with the logo of his shop on the front. He grinned cheekily, his arm around his wife, Angelina.

My dad scowled; he hated being reminded about that.

The train whistle blew, and instantly I grabbed my bags, the cage of my cat, Kit-Kat, and said my goodbyes. I jumped onto the train and waved goodbye, as the train slowly moved away from the platform, which began to grow smaller and smaller in the distance.

It was quite a while after my family had disappeared from view that I realised that I did not have anywhere to sit.

I wandered up and down the long corridor, looking desperately for somewhere to dump my heavy trunk and cage. There were no empty places, and all of the rooms were filled. My brothers and cousins had dispersed, and Hugo was nowhere to be seen.

I was nearly at the front of the train, when I finally came across an empty seat, in a carriage with only three other occupants. I slid open the door, and put my stuff in the luggage rack. It was quiet in the small space, and everyone was sitting as far away from each other as possible in its confinement. I sat in an empty seat in the corner, and surveyed the other passengers.

By the window sat a girl with stunning Bubble-gum pink hair in a spiky bob. She had alarming blue eyes, that took up most of her face, and gave her a startled 'doe-caught-in-the-headlights' look. She had a button nose, and a very big mouth, that looked the kind to belong to someone with a very chatty nature.

Opposite her was a boy with very curly hair. It was a toffee sort of colour, and the long curls fell into his face, where hazel eyes showed through freckled skin.

Another boy, the final other occupant of the carriage, had short black hair, carefully gelled into spikes that haloed his dark face with its grey eyes.

They were all faced away from each other, but none of them seemed to be doing anything, just sitting there. I suddenly wished that I had bought a book from my large collection; this looked sure to be a long journey. I didn't particularly want to sit here, but I couldn't go and find my family, as they would probably not appreciate my company, lest I embarrass them.

I tapped my fingers against my leg absentmindedly, staring at the plain walls of the carriage. Du De Dum Da Do… I was already bored out of my small mind, and this seemed to be taking forever; the trees passing by the window seemed to be passing like snails (or Humplegriffiotic Mangmas).

I looked at the other people in the carriage again. They looked as bored as me, if that was even possible. Ten more minutes of this and I will scream! My thoughts were drastic, even by my standards.

"Who else in here is ready to slit their wrists right about now?" The bubble-gum head spoke first, and I was surprised (and pleased) to say that she didn't style her hair on her favourite food. I was also relieved to not have to be the first one to break the awkward silence that we had slid into. I grinned, and replied.

"Pretty much, right about now." She smiled back, and I laughed.

"I'm Aqua Davies by the way," she said, standing up and shaking my hand. I almost burst into laughter at her ridiculous name; this girl with the bubble-gum pink hair was called Aqua, in other words, water, which is blue.

"Lily Luna Potter," I said, using my full name for no apparent reason. I looked at the boys, they had become alert when we had started talking, and now, one of them, the dark-haired one, stood up and extended his hand to me.

"Space Junior Johnson," He said, grinning cheerfully and shaking my hand very flamboyantly. "But if you dare laugh I will stab you with my wand."

"All right then." I said, just as the lady with the food trolley came round. I grabbed a pumpkin pasties and a couple of packets of Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans and sat down. The other boy came over to say hello.

"Hey," he said, smiling at me, his hazel eyes twinkling. "Greenlee Parker, but you can call me Green."

"Hi," I replied, smiling back at him before sitting back down. This time though, the room wasn't silent.

"Is it just me," said Aqua. "Or do we all have really weird names?"

"No!" said Space, imitating mock shock and surprise. "I thought we had really normal names!" He grinned, Aqua scowled.

"No, I mean, not many people are named Space or Greenlee."

"I know what you mean!" I replied, nodding my head, and sending my ginger curls whipping round.

"Yeah, I've always been teased for my name. I often wonder what the flip my parents were thinking when they named me Greenlee." Greenlee laughed at the memory.

"Well I was named after my grandfather, Space Johnson the third. I'm the fifth 'Space' in our family; all the men have been named it for generations." We all laughed then, trying to imagine an old man named Space. "I hate it though, it's so embarrassing!"

"I agree," Green said, nodding. "Even the name Green is awful."

"We could come up with nicknames for each other," I suggested. "So we don't have to use our real names, not that I really mind…"

"Yeah!" Aqua shouted, jumping up and instantly commandeering the entire conversation. "We could have nicknames that reflect our personalities!" She looked us down and then pointed at Green. "You!" She shouted. "What do you like?"

"Well, I don't know… I like meeting new people, I guess…" Was it just me or did his eyes flicker to me when he said that?

"Well, you seem king of charming so… Hmm…" She trailed off, thinking, then pointed at Space. "What do you enjoy doing?"

"Um… Well, I like pranking people, making people laugh…"

"OK," Aqua grinned, then pointed at me. I gulped. What did I like? Books I guess; I had always been very into reading.

"Books, I suppose, and reading." She smiled, and I looked at her pointedly. What was she? She definitely looked like the type to love gossip, but be really good at keeping secrets, comforting you when you are sad. She was without a doubt, chatty.

"Well, I have an idea for you." I said hesitantly. "You could be Chatty."

She grinned and laughed, jumping up and down, her pink hair flashing around dementedly. "I love it!" She shouted, and ran forwards to hug me. "And you are so Clever!" I grinned back. Great, this crazy witch was infectious.

"Thanks," I replied, then looked at the other two boys. Hmmm…"Well, you could be Charming," I said, pointing at Green, "and you are definitely Cheeky!" I finished, looking at Space. They both looked at me like I was mad, and then simultaneously grinned.

"Cool!" Green yelled, or should I say Charming?

"Well now that's settled…" Chatty said. "Which house do all of you want to be in?" A round of Griffindor's responded, and she smiled. "Really? Me Fourth!"

We laughed, and then spent the rest of the journey discussing our families, our homes, everything really. I was surprised that none of them really said much about me being the daughter of the Boy Who Lived, and of a player for the Holy-Head Harpies; in fact, they didn't say much about it at all.

It was only as the train was pulling into the station that we realised that we had not changed into our robes yet, as absorbed as we were in our various discussions. I remembered suddenly what was to come - the boat ride across the lake, the sorting ceremony. As we hurriedly pulled on our new robes, I hoped desperately that I would be placed with my new friends; already I didn't want to be split from them.

Yes! All done! Yay! Yay!

Now, on a more personal note… REVIEW! Kit-Kat is suffering from a permanent cancer (allright! Cough- there happy?) , so I am writing this for her.