It was another excruciating month before I heard anything from Professor Glint about the Muggle Studies program.

Actually, it was just before Christmas Holiday, the end of the semester, and I had pretty much lost all faith. So when professor Glint asked me to stay after class three days before holiday started, I assumed she was just going to tell me there was nothing more she could do.

"You're in," she said simply, grinning.

It didn't register at first. What? It didn't make any sense. Only then it clicked. I'm in. as in, in the program in.

I squealed a little too loudly a hugged Professor Glint. "Thank you,, thank you, thank you!" I screamed, jumping up and down.

"Okay, but don't get excited just yet," she said. "You have a lot of paperwork to fill out, several books to study, quite a bit to pack, and several other important things. As well as finding some money. They school will pay for your boarding, meals, education and such, but if you need to buy anything else for any reason, it's up to you."

I nodded, only half hearing what she was saying. I was going to New York City!

*****

It turns out Professor Glint was right. I did have a lot to do. I had to convince Mum and Dad that they should give me the money I would need for the trip ("It's a great educational opportunity!") as well as ask Mum to take me to Diagon Alley. Although neither of those were too hard, as they both seemed excited that I was being one of only ten students getting to go on this trip. But there was a TON of paperwork, as well as repacking my trunk with things I would need in New York as opposed to Hogwarts. I had to go to Gringotts to have three-fourths of my money transferred to American money (the American wizards also use Galleons and Sickles, so I kept a few of those on hand), and study a book about New York City, a book about living amongst muggles inconspicuously, and a booklet about the program.

"Mom!" I shouted. She looked at me strangely. "Whoops," I said, realizing my slip. "Sorry, I've been watching American movies the past week, I guess I'm starting to talk like it. But guess what!"

"What?" she asked, obviously happy that I was this excited about something.

"The ten of us are staying in a house just outside of New York City, and we'll be divided among the schools, so as to better see what age groups the program is suited for. Anyway, apparently I'm going to be a 'Freshman' in 'High School'. only one other girl in the program will be in that year!"

Mum laughed at my enthusiasm. "That's wonderful Sweetheart," she said. "I'm so happy for you."

"Yeah, and I'm gonna be living in a "dorm room"! Apparently, our cover story is that we're boarding school students who're going there to experience "public school" and New York University has offered ten dorm rooms to us.

Mum just smiled. I'd never been this enthusiastic about anything except muggle movies.

*****

And so that is how, two weeks later, I found myself, along with my trunk and my camera bag, boarding a plane to New York. Imagine! A plane! Of course, Mum went to pieces when she found out, but Dad convinced her that it would be perfectly safe. One of the program coordinators would be meeting me at the other 'Airport', as they're called.

The plane ride was uneventful, so I passed the time by rereading my book about New York. I thought it might be a little risky to read 'Life With Muggles' with so many of them around.

And almost too soon, I was back on the ground, looking for the person who I was told would be holding a sign with my name on it.

LILY LUNA POTTER, I noticed, and ran to the lady who was holding it.

"Ah, you must be Lily," she said. "So amazing to have you here, the daughter of Harry Potter and all that. Just fantastic."

And it didn't even bother me. Because the next day, I would be meeting people who had no idea who my father was!