A/N: blah blah blah, I'm not JKR, and you better enjoy this chapter, because I stayed up till 1AM to write it! Then again, I usually stay up until three, so... never mind!

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The Malfoy family and I arrived just outside of the Leaky Cauldron pub. We casually walked inside. Tom, the bartender, asked if Lucius wanted a drink. He stopped, looked and Draco and me for a split second, then casually said "No."

After passing through the bar, Narcissa withdrew her wand and tapped the bricks on the wall. The bricks then started to move out of the way, revealing Diagon Alley.

"It says here," I pointed to my list. "That we need some robes, but we first need to stop by Gringotts."

Draco pointed ahead to the giant building. "There it is!" He exclaimed.

We began to walk towards the building. I felt in pocket and- Yep – I had my key.

Entering the building, Draco's family and I saw the many goblins perched upon the countertops. Coming up to the front desk, I presented my key.

"Lily Andrea Grant would like to make a withdrawal from the Grant family vault." I stated formally.

The goblin took my key. "Very well then." He replied.

Draco then came up to the desk. "Draco Lucius Malfoy would like to make a withdrawal from the Malfoy vault." He passed his key up to the desk. "And a slower cart, please." He murmured.

The goblin took the key and studied it. "Very well." He said.

Draco's family and I gathered into the cart, starting at my vault first.

"Vault Nine Hundred and Seven." The goblin said as the cart stopped. The goblin and I stepped out of the cart, and he put the key into the keyhole and opened my vault.

Even though I had seen the vault quite a few other times, I was always struck by how rich my family was. We had many piles of golden Galleons, tons of silver Sickles, heaps of bronze Knuts. I quickly pulled out a light blue purse that the Malfoy family had gotten for me for my tenth birthday and shoved about 75 Galleons into it. I then gathered some Sickles and Knuts and put them in, too.

At Draco's vault, he had one giant pile of Galleons, with smaller piles of Knuts and Sickles around it. He shoved many of them into a small wallet and quickly closed the vault door.

After receiving our money, we went to Madam Malkins to buy our robes. Lucius went to buy our books and save time, while Narcissa went to look at some wands. She was very interested in wandlore, and was going to talk to Mr. Ollivander. We entered the shop and were greeted by Madam Malkin herself.

"Hello, dearie. Hogwarts, both of you?" She asked, dressed in purple.

"Yes, ma'am." I replied.

"Okay, I'll have someone fit you too up. Jenna!"

Jenna, a short little witch, led us to the back, put us on top of some stools, put long, black robes on us, and began to pin them to the right length. Pretty soon, though, the jingle of bells told us that we weren't the only ones getting robes.

"Hogwarts, dear?" Madam Malkin asked. "Got the lot here- a young man and a girl being fitted up right now, in fact." She brought the eleven year old, dark haired and skinny, onto a stool. The three of us were matching, each with extremely long black robes on.

"Hello," Draco said. "Hogwarts, too?" He asked

"Yes," He said.

"My father's next door buying our books, and Mother's up the street, looking at wands." He said.

"She's very interested in wandlore, but never was able to pursue a career in it," I said, knowingly.

"Yes, she is. After they finish, I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms." I could see the gleam in his eyes that he really wanted this. "I can't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into buying me one, and I'll smuggle it in somehow." He said, with that same familiar gleam in his eyes.

"Have you got your own broom?" Draco continued.

"No," He replied.

"Do you play Quidditch at all?" I asked.

"No," He said.

"We both do." I pointed to Draco.

"Father says that it's a crime if I don't get picked to play for the House team, and I must say, I agree. Know what House you'll be in yet?"

"No," he said again.

"Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they?" I said.

"I think I'm going to be in Slytherin, all my family has been there. But imagine being in Hufflepuff…" He smirked. "I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"

"Mmm." He said.

"Who is that?" I asked, pointing out the window.

"That's Hagrid. He works at Hogwarts." The boy replied.

"Oh, I've heard of him. He's a kind of ser…" Draco was cut off.

"Helper, right?" I interrupted.

"He's the gamekeeper." Harry said.

"So like a servant," Draco said. "I heard that every once in a while, he gets drunk, tries to do magic, and ends up setting fire to his bed."

I looked away, embarrassed. I knew this wasn't the real Draco Malfoy I knew- this was Draco Malfoy trying to live up to his father's name. He always tried to do that, to make sure that his father didn't beat him again.

"I think he's brilliant." The black-haired boy said.

"Do you? Why is he with you? Where are your parents?" Draco asked.

"They're…dead." He replied.

"Oh. I'm sorry." I said, truly sorry.

"But they were our kind, right?" Draco asked.

"They were a witch and wizard, if that's what you mean." He replied.

"I just don't think they should let the other kind in, don't you? They just don't know our traditions, they're always behind in classes. Some of them haven't even heard of Hogwarts until they got the letter, can you imagine that? What's your surname, anyway?" Draco rudely asked, but before he could answer, he was done.

Soon, my robes were finished too, and I ran after the boy.

"Wait…wait!" I chased after him. He turned around.

"What?" He yelled.

"I just wanted to tell you that…um… I'm not sure how to say this." I stuttered.

"Just say it." He told me.

"That, the person you were talking to…that's not really Draco Malfoy. He's a lot kinder, and sweeter, and more considerate than that. Just…something to think about." I said.

"Um…okay then." He said.

"By the way, my name is Lily. Lily Andrea Grant." I held my hand out for him to shake it. He did.

"I'm Harry. Harry Potter." Harry said.

"Um…wow. You're like…a legend." My eyes couldn't help but glance up to his scar. He pretended not to notice.

"Um…thank you, I guess." He replied.

"Well, you better get back to Hagrid. I'll…" I cleared my throat. "I'll see you at Hogwarts."

I went back inside to meet Draco.

"What was that all about, Draco? One minute we're having a normal conversation, and the next you're being all rude to Ha…that boy!" I screamed at him.

"I don't know. I'm just trying to make sure my father doesn't beat me again. If he found out I was being polite to Harry Potter, he'd kill me! He told me himself! And besides, he is full of himself."

"I want you to at least try to be friends with him. Okay?" I asked him.

"I'll see, whenever someone isn't around that will tell my father." He replied.

Lucius appeared at the door of the robe shop. "Speak of the Devil…" I joked.

"Have you two gotten your robes?" Lucius asked.

"Yes, sir," I replied.

"Then let's go meet Narcissa at the wand shop." Draco and I followed his father down the street to Olivanders.

We met Narcissa just coming out of the wand shop as we entered. We stepped inside, and the wandmaker and seller startled me by jumping out of what seemed like nowhere.

"Hello. Malfoy and…Grant?" I nodded to answer his question.

"Well, of course I remember your parent's wands. Your mother," He pointed to Draco. "Had a hawthorn, ten inches, and unicorn hair. Your father, he had a wand that was passed through the family. I guess he's still using that one, so you can get a new one. Your mother," He pointed to me "Had quite a different wand. Oak, dragon heartstring, and it was eleven inches. Your father had the elm, with a phoenix feather, and it was eleven and one quarter inches."

"So, let's see what we can get you today. Are both of you right handed?" He asked.

"Yes." I replied, along with Draco.

"Okay, if you could hold your wand arm out for me…" Mr. Ollivander grabbed two measurements tapes, and began to measure many different thing- knee to armpit, arm length, nostril distance, a lot of strange places. Eventually, they stopped and flew back to Mr. Ollivander.

"Hmm…Mrs. Grant, if you could step forward…?"

I stepped forward. I couldn't wait to get my very first wand. Would it be dragon heartstring or unicorn hair? Elm or willow?

"Try…this. Ten and three quarter inches, spruce wood, phoenix feather, surprisingly swishy."

I waved it, and a few of the pushpins on the bulletin board he had may have…kinda…exploded.

"Obviously not. Try…" He pulled another wand off the shelf. "This. Ten inches, ash, phoenix, and unyielding."

The rest of those pushpins might have blown up…maybe…

"Eleven and three quarters, cypress, unicorn, swishy."

Nope. Wand after wand was taken down. There was soon a pile of ten wands that hated me.

"Twelve and one quarter, ash, unicorn hair, and its flexibility is hard."

I gave it a wave, and instantly, the pushpins mended themselves. It was amazing. I felt like this, this was it.

"This seems like this is the one, doesn't it?" He asked.

"Yes sir." I replied.

"Very well. That will be seven galleons, please."

I counted out seven of the golden coins and placed them in the palm of his hand.

"Now…Mr. Malfoy."

Draco, like me, tried a bunch of different wands, but in the end, he paid seven galleons for a ten inch, hawthorn and unicorn hair wand. It looked great.

While Draco and I got our wands, Narcissa bought us our cauldrons, telescopes, phials, and our scales. Draco decided that it would be too much work to look after a pet while at Hogwarts, but I disagreed. I loved doing homework with a cat in my lap. Or reading. Or writing. Or anything, really. It couldn't go to Quidditch practice with me, though. Either way, we stopped by a pet store to buy one.

I looked around. Magic. Magic animals. Everywhere. Dancing mice, disappearing snakes, little black rats that whistled. It was amazing.

Soon, I saw a small black kitten purring in a cage. I knew that was the one. It was just so adorable and…adorable! I went up to the counter.

"How much for the black kitten in the corner?" I asked her.

"Eight Galleons, and the refilling cat bowl is five." She answered.

I gave her the thirteen golden coins, and I received a bowl that refilled its cat food and a cage with the kitten in it.

After leaving the pet shop, I saw my own mum and dad, picking me up.

"Thank you for everything, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. Bye, Draco!" I told them, and I skipped over to my parents, with my school supplies, cauldron, books, robes, cat, and wand. Mostly everything was in the cauldron. Thank God.

The next month of waiting for Hogwarts was boring, same old, same old. Although, one conversation with Draco stood out quite a bit.

We were at my house, on broomsticks, when my mom called us down to try some cookies. We both loved my mom's cookies, so we landed and dismounted.

"Race you there!" I called to him. I always tried to race him, even though I always lost unless it was on a broomstick. He beat me- again.

"Ha ha," he said, sinking his teeth into a warm cookie. "No cookie for you."

I stuck my tongue out at him. Then, I grabbed a cookie and threw it at him.

"OW! Hot! Very hot!" He screamed.

"Ha ha, to you too." I wet a paper towel and threw it to him to put on his burn, then grabbed a cookie.

"You know, everyone at Hogwarts will think we're going out." He said, biting into another cookie.

"Yeah, probably. But it doesn't matter. We're best friends." I replied.

"Do you wanna play the roles for them?" He asked.

"Oh yeah." I put my arms around him. "It would be like this."

He put his head on my shoulder. "Like this?" He asked.

"Perfect. We can hold hands like this…" I grabbed his hand and intertwined out fingers.

"And then," he dipped me, like he would if we were dancing. "The final detail." He leaned down, and right before his lips touched mine, he said,

"And…scene." He then quickly picked me up, and said, "I don't think we can act like that all year at Hogwarts. That one scene was way too awkward. Because you're my best friend. And like, I love you like a sister, but…no relationship." He explained.

"I feel exactly the same way. It would be like dating my brother!" I added.

"True dat. Still," He grabbed my hands. "Maybe we can tone it down." He started to move my hands to a slow tune. "Like dancing, if there's a dance."

I cuddled up against him. I felt the warmth of his body and the beating of his heart. His hands went onto my back.

"Like this?" I asked.

"Perfect."

"This is both so comfortable and awkward, because, you know, we hug every day, but this is 'supposed' to be romantic."

"We're dancing as friends. To music in our heads. That is nonexistent." At his remark, I burst out laughing.

"Then maybe I should cheat on you with my nonexistent partner." I then began to pantomime dancing.

"How dare you!? And I got you flowers, too!" He said, dripping sarcasm. To add to the act, he threw the imaginary flowers down and stomped down on them, and we both burst out laughing.

I grabbed another cookie. "Still, how are we going to shake the rumor that we're dating? You know it's going to be going around."

"Let's just cross that road when we come to it." He grabbed two more cookies and shoved them in his mouth. "Come on, we need to get back to pelting each other with pinecones! It's great practice, for aim and dodging."

We then continued to practice. Draco lost, but only by a few pinecones. By that time, it was nine, we had missed dinner and Draco's parents had been waiting for fifteen minutes. They allowed us the extra time, because that was the last time we would see each other for a week, until Hogwarts.

"Bye, Draco." I hugged him. "See you at Hogwarts." I said.

"See you." He replied.

The next week was more boring than usual. I had already read my schoolbooks, and memorized quite a bit of them in panic mode. I was so bored without Draco around. There was just nothing to do. Like I said, it was always us. Draco and Lily, Lily and Draco.

After one week, on September first, I woke up at 4:00 AM, longing to go to Hogwarts. Deciding the Muggles would look at me strangely if I arrived in Hogwarts robes, I got dressed in some of my Muggle clothing- a simple T-Shirt and shorts. I began to pack my trunk with everything I would need for the first half of the year. Sweaters, scarves, gloves, along with some autumn-like clothing. I then packed all of my books into my trunk, my cauldron, phials, telescope, and scales into a special bag, and then into the trunk, as well. I grabbed the small purse Draco gave me, and saw that it still had a fair amount of money in it. I emptied out half of the money, and kept the other half in, because, well, it's never bad to have some spare change. I could keep my schedule, quills, parchment, and other miscellaneous junk in it.

By the time this process was done and my trunk completely packed, it was 4:45 and I was getting hungry. I went downstairs and began looked in the refrigerator for some leftovers I could have for breakfast. I found some, and I feasted myself on them.

The next five hours were completely boring. I began to write using the gigantic book Draco got me. I used the same parchment and quills that my parents gave to me. Pretty soon, I had five chapters of "What it Means" done, which was pretty amazing.

After the five hours and five chapters passed by, my mother and father came into the room.

"Gather your things, sweetie, we're going to leave for King's Cross in a few minutes." My mom said. I quickly ran upstairs and grabbed it, yanking the heavy trunk down the staircase. I put the trunk in the kitchen, and grabbed my kitten from the laundry room, where her food and water were.

"Ssh, Midnight. Shh…" I whispered to her while I put her in her cage. I began to write some more, but before I could get much more than one page done, my father grabbed my trunk.

"Time to go, Lily." I looked at the clock. 10:30? When did that happen?

I went upstairs to find my twin siblings, Brain and Chelsea, finally waking up.

"Morning, sleepy-heads." I told them. "I'm leaving for King's Cross right about now."

The two nine-year-olds gathered around me.

"Bye, Sissy!" Chelsea said.

"I'll miss you!" Brian said.

"Bye guys. I love you, and I promise that I'll send you a lot of letters." I replied to them.

"Can we come to Hogwarts with you?" Brian asked.

"Sorry, bud, you have to wait until you're eleven. You have only two more years. Until then, I'll write, okay?" I told them.

"Okay. Bye!" Chelsea said.

"I was going to say that!" Brian yelled at her.

"Well, I did first!" Chelsea replied.

"Well, I thought it!" Brian retorted.

"Well, I was born first!"

"By two minutes!"

"Still counts!"

"Does not!"

"Does too!"

"Guys! Guys! Break it up, okay?" I knew they loved each other, but they fought like this all the time.

"Keep the fighting to a minimum while I'm away, okay?" I asked them.

"Okay…" They replied.

"I'm going to miss you two." I hugged the two of them.

"You're going to miss me more, though?" Chelsea said.

Seeing a fight in process, I said, "I'm going to miss you two the exact same. Bye!" I left the room, and left my two little siblings to their argument.

I went to the fireplace and grabbed a load of Floo Powder. Carrying my kitten, double checking that her food and water were fine, and I said,

"King's Cross Station."

A/N: So, we meet Harry in this chapter. Quotes from the book, I DON'T OWN THEM. Long chapter because, well, there was a lot to do. Was Draco too OOC for your liking? Was it foreshadowing or just pretending? Leave a review that says what you like and don't like, so that you get more of what you like and less of what you don't!