We went to Diagon Alley to buy all of our new school supplies and books for our classes. Since Albus was going into his sixth year, and I was going into my fourth, we had many different items to buy.

Unlike previous years, this year's trip to Diagon Alley went by very quickly, as Dad wasn't able to join us. Nothing particularly exciting occurred during the trip; only a new broomstick came out.

I already had the Thunderbolt VII; James had given it to me when he left school last year. James was a Chaser on the Gryffindor team. Even though I had his hand-me-down broom, I still didn't want the new one.

I like having James' old broom. It gives me something to have of James when he left Hogwarts; we were very close.

There I was, back on the Hogwarts Express, returning to my home, Hogwarts.

There were many new Gryffindors this year, but I couldn't put a name to any of the new excited faces.

I was finally happy again… or so I thought.

As I walked to potions class on my first day, I heard shouting and screaming coming from a hallway to my left.

Curiosity got the better of me and I went into the hallway to find a crowd of students surrounding two others who were engaged in a fist fight.

Almost immediately, I knew which two students they were.

"Albus!" I yelled, pushing my classmates who were now chanting "Fight, fight, fight," to Albus, my older brother, and his mortal enemy fighting in the center of the circle.

"Take one more step, Potter, and I swear I'll kill you," Mattheo Riddle, Voldemort's son, said to Albus, who was currently lying on the floor. Mattheo stood with his fists clenched, looking as if he were ready to attack at any moment.

Mattheo Riddle, the boy I loathe most. I hate everything about him. Although he's a fine man with curly dark hair, a chiseled jawline, smooth silky lips, and a muscular structure, his personality is the worst of all. He is an egotistical maniac just like his father. Girls always fawn over him because of his looks. But I know beyond that. He gets into fights for no reason at all; he's an attention seeker.

Albus had a bloody nose and a bruised eye, while Mattheo's knuckles appeared to be the only part of his body that was damaged.

"I wouldn't be surprised if you did," I answered, even though Mattheo wasn't speaking to me. All heads turned to me, and Albus shook his head, implying for me to stop. I continued.

"You know, given your parentage and all."

"I'm nothing like my father," Mattheo said, giving me a disgusted look. Then he walked away, his goons following his lead.

The crowd began to disperse. Some students realized that their classes had begun. Some students lost interest in the fight that had ended.

I gave Albus my hand.

"Get up," I said reaching for his hand. He declined,

"I don't need your help," he said getting up by himself, blood now gushing out of his nose.

"Well at least let me take you to the Hospital Wing,"

"I'm fine Lily, I don't need you to fight my battles for me!" Al snapped at me.

"I'm sorry, I'm just trying to help-" I started

"Well, I don't need help from my younger sister." Albus interrupted, and then he turned around and left me there, alone, in the corridor.

I was immediately reminded of my father in that moment. I constantly try to please my father, and he continuously ignores me. Before I joined the quidditch team, my father would come to every one of my brothers' games. But when I joined the team, he "couldn't make it" to any of my games. I'm a straight O's student in school and frankly, I don't think he could care less.

Tears threatened to escape my eyes, but I quickly blinked them away, extinguishing any chance for me to break down in the middle of the corridor.

Why was Al being so rude? I'm trying to help him! I thought.

I skipped class and fled to my dorm; I couldn't risk anyone seeing me crying out of nowhere, during class. I took out a book to distract myself from everything and started reading it. Four hours have passed, and all I've been doing was staring at the same blank page.

Negative thoughts started to engulf me, Why does everyone hate me? My father, Al, Mattheo. What did I do?! I then felt a tear trickle down my face.

I guess the book didn't work. I had one more option; the Astronomy Tower.

I ran up the spiraling stairs, to the Astronomy Tower. Away from hate, away from pressure, away from distractions, away from my life. I sat down at the edge of the balcony, with my legs hanging off of it. I scanned the horizon against the black lake. Looking for nothing, particularly in the distance.

I felt a tear fall down my cheek, again. One slight movement and I could fall to my death, like Albus Dumbledore did years ago. One push and all my problems would be solved. One shove and, suddenly, everyone would care about poor old Lily Potter.

As I watched the sunset bringing darkness with it, I felt the presence of someone,

"'Mind if I join you?" he said,

I moved over and patted the spot next to me, indicating for him to sit there.

"Not at all," I replied, aware of his hoarse voice, probably from crying.

"Thanks," he said as he sat down next to me.

He was wearing black everything. Well, I couldn't really tell because of the darkness; I could only make out his figure. He was tall and muscular. He was wearing a dark hoodie, with the hood up, casting a shadow over his face, so even if I could see his complexion in the pitch-black night sky before, there would be no chance I could make it out now.

"So why are you here?" he asked as if he understood my situation.

"Running away from life. You?"

"Pretty much the same thing," he answered.

I couldn't help but smile a little, knowing that I was not alone in my troubles.

"No, but actually, what's wrong?" he said, clearly amused by my pleasure.

I was hesitant at first, not knowing if I could trust this mystery man with my doubts, but then I realized, that if I couldn't see him, he couldn't see me. Therefore, he wouldn't know who these secrets belonged to.

"My father," I answered a few seconds later.

"Harry Potter?!" he responded shockingly, "'Guess he's not so perfect anymore, huh?" he said almost to himself.

"How did you know-"

"I know everything, Princess."

I rolled my eyes, "The name's Lily."

"Oh, I know, Princess."

I sighed, "Well, what's your name then?"

He hesitated as if he didn't even remember his name, "Whatever you'd like it to be."

I laughed "Kiss-ass?" I said sarcastically.

He gave a small chuckle, "If that's what you want."

"Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked, "You don't even know me."

"I know you, your Lily Luna Potter."

I replied "Congrats, you know my middle name, too."— he laughed— "No but seriously, you don't know me. I could be a psychotic cannibalistic serial killer and you wouldn't know."

"Well, I'm pretty sure you're not a psychotic cannibalistic serial killer, but how would I know?" he said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes in response.

"Fine, I may not know you, but I know you well enough to know that all you want right now is some validation. Am I right, Princess?"

"I guess," I said, looking at the stars in the sky.

He transferred his gaze to the stars as well, and we just sat there for a couple more hours, admiring the stars and all their beauty, up in the Astronomy Tower.