This is a photograph of my family.
I thought I'd tell you, because you mightn't have guessed by looking at it, but it's true. This is my family.
See, that screaming old lady there? That's my grandma, Molly Weasley. She's standing there, next to my Grandpa, Arthur, who's trying to keep the peace. Grandma is holding onto the arms of two boys. The shorter one, that's Hugo, my cousin, he's got crazy, frizzy red hair, and a LOT of freckles. The taller one with the reddish-brown hair and the hazel eyes is my brother Albus. I think at the time of the photograph they were trying to put puking pustules in someone's tea, hence the arm-holding.
Next to them, apparently unaware of his son and nephew are is my dad, Harry Potter, looking around for my mom, Ginny. Yeah, my dad's Harry Potter. You don't need me to tell you what he looks like. Standing next to him are my Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron, arguing loudly as usual, unaware of the camera. No, they don't hate each other. They love each other almost as much as my parents. They just argue a lot.
Then it's Uncle George and his wife Angelina. She's smiling sweetly and he looks pained. My guess is that it's because he's thinking of my Uncle Fred. I never met him of course, but I heard he was a great guy.
After that it's Bill and Fleur, and Fleur is trying to fix Dominique's hair, as she appears to have gotten gum in it (or someone stuck it there). She inherited her mother's long, thin blonde hair and pale skin, but with loads of freckles from her father. Her younger sister Victoire, however, standing next to a currently green-haired Teddy Lupin, had strawberry-blonde hair, less freckles, but with brilliant blue eyes as opposed to her sister's hazel ones.
After that is my mother, dragging a frightened looking James into the picture. In front of them are Roxy and Lucy Weasley, screaming at each other (complete with clawing and hair-pulling. No lie.). Lucy's mother, Audrey Weasley, and her father Percy are trying to pull her off her cousin, while Charlie Weasley, in the absence of George (Roxy's father) was trying to drag away Roxy. Roxy and Lucy somehow got nearly identical genes, both having fiery red hair and brownish-hazel eyes with just a few freckles and being of medium height.
Next to them, Louis Weasley, son of Bill and Fleur, is whispering something (no doubt something inappropriate intended to turn her face red for the photo) to Molly Weasley II, the other daughter of Percy and Audrey. Louis has the white-blonde hair and no freckles, with the bright blue eyes. Molly looks just like a younger version of her namesake.
After that comes Rose Weasley, daughter of Ron and Hermione, waving enthusiastically to the camera. Always the dramatic one, Rose. She wasn't likely to be caught standing alone unless she was trying to draw attention to herself.
And then there was me. I had been the one to set the camera to go off, being the best at photography by far, and had only had time to step into the edge. It's alright though. I've never felt as though I was supposed to be part of it all. Quieter than anyone else by far, I could never tell anyone, but I wanted to be a muggle movie director. The thought of everyone telling me how disappointed they were in me--my family always said I had so much potential--made me sick to my stomach.
But I digress. I guess that's just my life.
The life of me, Lily Luna Potter, daughter of Harry Potter, sister of James and Albus Potter, and cousin of Rose Weasley. I guess compared to them, I'm just…me.
Not that I'm complaining.
So…yeah. This is my Lily Luna Potter story. I really wanted to write a full story just about her. So there it is. I don't own Harry Potter, that would be J K Rowling, but I am working hard on this story, so please review it because reviews are like hugs!