A/N: Here's the last of the Potter children! I'm sorry if the chapters are so short, I just don't want to ruin what any of them are like and this is the most I feel I can write about them without ruining them.
Title: Who are we?
Author: hpjkrowling4ever
Lily Luna Potter
I hate having brothers. I really don't like it at all. When anyone looks at me in a way my brothers deem inappropriate, Merlin save them. Albus'll find something to do in some of those old parchments in his room, and James will go find Uncle George or someone like that. And don't get me started on the way I dress. Nothing above knee length.
I guess I should be thankful that my brothers care that much about me and that they'd do anything to protect me, but I know how to protect myself. Mum's taught me. Trust me, I can swing a good punch. And furthermore, Lysander and Lorcan practically live at our house and I don't really go anywhere without them. They're enough to scare anyone off with their odd theories about Nargles, Moon Frogs and Umgubular Slashkilters. James and Al should appreciate that.
At a glance, anyone would think that I'm miserable. I go around wearing bright clothes but I don't really smile and I always talk seriously. I'm not miserable. I love my life, my friends and my family. I'm close, in a way, to Al and James, though I'm closer to my cousin Hugo and I tell him simply everything. We both can't wait to get to Hogwarts.
James wouldn't believe me if I told him I loved the thrill of saying the name Hogwarts. Of hearing anything vaguely spell-like. When I told Hugo about this, he dragged me to Luna, who sat me down and told me that this was a sign that I could have a penchant for spell weaving. I told Mum and she was thrilled. She said that it had been years since a Potter or a Weasley had thought so highly of words to become a spell weaver.
This is another reason I can't wait until Hogwarts. I want to feel the words on my lips and understand the magic that makes them work. Albus, who reads incessantly about whatever he can lay his hands on, couldn't understand the magic that lies behind saying something. I can't wait to find out.
One thing that everyone always asks me is "What's it like being the only daughter of Harry Potter?" Well, let me tell you it's not easy. You get so much unwanted attention as a girl and you don't know who's worth being friends with or if they want to be friends with you.
I get so tired of it. I mean, if I didn't love Dad as much as I do, I'd probably turn into a recluse and refuse to go to Hogwarts. I would probably go as mad as James. Urgh. That's a scary thought.
Who am I? Well I'm ladybug to Teddy, I'm sweetpea to Dad, I'm Lils to Mum and Lily to Al and James. You tell me who I am to you.