Disclaimer: Don't own and never will.
Life was far too confusing, Lily Luna Potter mused to herself as she settled down for her first Hogwarts feast.
Sure, she knew about the Sorting Hat long before she set foot in Hogwarts and she knew more about the history of her family as well as anyone.
Sure, she knew about the hero worship that seemed to follow her family around like a lovesick puppy. It was kind of pathetic really at times.
Sure she even knew about what to expect at the table she was sitting at and how the food arrived.
But one thing the eleven year old Lily did not expect was the explosion of unexpected and strange feelings when she sat down and looked up at the face of a pretty Indian witch sitting at the teachers table. What those feelings were, she couldn't tell, but they were indeed a strange explosion into her life.
AN: For those of you who want to know who the woman Lily is talking about, the answer is I'm still making up my mind.