Lily Luna Potter's first piece of magic happened when her brother James was showing off his Hover Charm. Her Aunt Hermione had conjured a Swingset, and Hugo was watching Lily swing up, and down, going higher with each swing. She heard James bragging about how he made his feather go the highest in his class. She was tired of his bragging about being at Hogwarts, and showing off things he had learned, and having a wand. None of the other cousins did it. Fred was in the same year as James, he didn't show off!
Neither did Victoire, Dominique or Louis! Teddy didn't! She fumed, and looked over to James again. He's levitating a stool now! He is such an arrogant toerag! I will be able to do that better than him when I go to Hogwarts!
Without giving it a second thought, she swung as high as she could, and everyone watched in fear as she jumped. Hugo gasped and ran for help.
"Uncle Harry! Lily jumped off the swing!"
Harry went running outside, but by the time he got to the yard, she had already left the swing, and he quickly found out: His actions weren't needed. She was floating downwards, falling in grace and slow motions, She landed on the grass, and blushed from the roots of her flaming Weasley Hair, to the tips of her ears.
Harry felt a renewed love for his daughter: she had done the same thing her grandmother had done, all those years ago. And when Lily found that out, she asked her dad: What was Grandma like?