I can't do this.

Oh god, I'm so pathetic. I feel ill. I think I'm going to throw up. I can't do this.

Why? The same reason as every other problem in my life. My last name.

I mean, I'm Lily Potter. Lily Potter grew up knowing she was going to Hogwarts. I'd known all the kids who would be in her year since the time she was five. I'd been prepared for that.

This, I am not prepared for. And all because of my name. Lily Luna Potter. Named after my grandmother and my Aunt Luna. Now Liza, Luna's daughter, she didn't have problems. No, her mother was well-known, I mean, she helped my father in the Battle of Hogwarts. But no one cared about the Lovegood-Longbottoms when they could get their hands onto the Potters.

Yeah, it was my name. but what was I going to do, change it?

No. so I put on my new yellow sweater, my favorite jeans, and a pair of red flip-flops I had never been able to wear before for fear of clashing with my hair. My newly dyed hair.

After carefully weighing the pros and cons of every bag at the store, Mum and I had settled on a brown one with a tree on it that said "Think Green". I'm not sure why I chose that one. I just liked it.

So I grabbed my bag, which contained my new books, a notebook, pencils and pens (Muggles! Quills are so much easier.), and my camcorder, and set out for Mia's room.

Apparently I had taken longer getting ready that I'd thought, because everyone else was already there.

"Are you ready?" Marie asked me when I walked in.

I wanted to say, "No, I think I'm going to throw up, thank you very much." But I'm a Potter and a Weasley. And Mum always said that showing weakness was admitting defeat. So instead, I put on my usual fake smile and said, "Ready as I'll ever be."

*****

After dropping off the younger kids, Marie and Kelsi (our other advisor) took John, Mia, Tristen, Brendan, and Alice to the high school, and I could feel my heart beating in my stomach, which was now in the vicinity of my feet.

When we stopped in front of JFK High, my heart stopped. Not literally of course, but I could not longer feel it. All the butterflies in my stomach seemed to die, and instead they just lay there, heavy, a sinking feeling.

But as I said before, I'm a Potter. I can deal with Rita Skeeter and the entire wizarding world knowing my business. I can deal with never being liked by a guy because my brother's would beat them up. I can even deal with not having any friends at home because compared to my parents, brothers, aunts, uncles, and cousins, I'm nobody.

If I can deal with that, I can walk into a muggle school with my head held high.

And so that's what I did. Apparently I did it pretty well, too, because Mia looked at me and said, "Wow, I wish I could be as brave as you."

Yeah, this chapter was coming out quicker, but I was being tickled. Yes, tickled. Thanks Gretchen. Seriously. Thanks.

Anyway, I don't own so J K, please don't sue. My faithful readers, please review, because I'll be a lot happier living through two and a half days of school this week if I have reviews to look forward to!