We retreat to the dormitories where my stuff is at the foot of my bed in a neat pile. I know Hetero is in the owlery already. It is late, and I need to get sleep. I shall owl my parents tomorrow. I fall into my bed with dreams of a brilliant year at Hogwarts.

When I wake up early in the morning, I know just what to do. I write my letter to parents.

Dear Mum and Dad,

Hogwarts is even more brilliant then you said it would be! The ceiling of the great hall is captivating, as is the castle itself.

I am in Gryffindor! My house has been very nice to me so far. Hugh got put in Hufflepuff. I think he was relieved, but I don't know what Uncle Ron will think of it. I also have a question. A kid named Scorpius Malfoy got put in Gryffindor. I thought I recognized the surname, and I was wondering if you knew where I would know it from?

I am glad to be in Gryffindor and wouldn't have it any other way!

-Lily Luna Potter

I cut a piece of my Christmas hair tie. It is red and gold, and was too big for my head anyways, and use it to tie the note. I walk up to the owlery and tie it to Hetero. "To Mum and Dad." I say, and Hetero flies away.

It is about 30 minutes until breakfast starts, so I go back to the common room. I immediately see Rose and Albus, and another girl across the room. She has brown hair, and as she doodles, it keeps falling in her face. I go over to her and hold out my hand for her to shake. She takes it.

"My name's Lily Luna Potter. What's yours?"
"Emmaline Samantha Sylvia Julia Anderson."

"Long name." I state.

She sighs, "I know. It doesn't even mean anything! Call me Em."

"Oh." I say, "Mine does. I am named after my dad's mom and one of his old friends."

"Better than mine. What's your dad's name? I think I have heard the name Potter before."

"Harry Potter, the Chosen One, the Boy Who Lived, and the Defeater of the Dark Lord, Voldemort."

"Harry Potter? I have definitely heard of him! You're his daughter? He seems pretty awesome and heroic."

"I guess so." I was getting tired of this whole 'My Dad is Harry Potter' business. Yet I knew it would never stop.

We talk for a while, and then head down to the Great Hall. We sit down and eat together, talking about our family, and other typical stuff like that. I like this girl, with her almost unnaturally pale skin, bone straight hair and honest hazel eyes. She's pretty. I don't think she knows it, but she is.

We eat until the owls come in. I am not surprised when I see Hetero. Of course they would respond immediately. Over protective for sure.

The letter reads:

Dear Lily,

We know. Hogwarts is the most amazing place, is it not?

Congratulations on being in Gryffindor. I am sure Hugh was proud to be put in Hufflepuff, as he should be. They are the most loyal, friendly people. I am not sure what Uncle Ron would say, but we owled him to ask him if he had heard the news. We will let you know the response. I am sure Aunt Hermione would be beyond proud though. She always admired Hufflepuff.

Malfoy is a traditionally Slytherin family. In fact, they have always been in Slytherin. Always. I used to know his father and… he might not take it so well. Ask him how he is, if you can help. Be there for him especially when he is in the (possibly) time of grief.

We are so proud of you!

-Mum and Dad

I fold up the letter and excuse it. I will write back later. I thought I would be independent when I went to Hogwarts! Boy was I ever wrong. It was nice though, having someone there for you.

As the breakfast appeared in front of each student, so did a letter. No, a schedule. I read it. I had four classes with Em, and for this we were both grateful. We would pay attention, but it was always nice to have a friend in class.

The first class we had was some sort of broomstick 101. A rather elderly woman, though clearly fit, introduced herself, "I am Madame Hooch. I will be teaching you to ride a broom. Today, we will only get the broom into our hands and then hover for a few seconds before returning to the ground. Okay? Let's begin. First, hold your hand above your broomstick, and say 'UP'."

We did as we were told, and the broom immediately flew into my hands. Not that I was surprised, I had worked with brooms before. Uncle Ron loved Quidditch. We sometimes played when we visited him, and I quite enjoyed the air and the freeness of it all.

When the broom was in my hand, I began to examine it. A Nimbus 2000. Ugh. Same broom I always had to ride while at Uncle Ron's house. It was old and beat up, and not a particularly speedy broom in general. It used to be the best according to Dad, but it was not that spiffy anymore.

I was bored the rest of the lesson, as I was already able to use a broom. At the end of the lesson, Hooch gave us some free time. I, of course, zipped around on my broom past all the windows, making the classes jealous of my freedom. That had been the point of the exercise.

I smiled in at the classes as poor Em tried to get me back down. I winked at her. "Come and get me!" I yelled, trying to get her up. She, being muggle born and from America, was a little frightened, but being Gryffindor, came up to show me her daring.

Then an odd thing happened. Just as she reached me, she fell right off her broom. Clean off the end. As she fell, the whole world was in slow motion.

Author's Note:

Yes, I know Scorpius was originally older, but the point of Fan Fiction is to change up the story.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. UNFORTUNATELY.