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Today, Al's socks smelled worse than anything ever imaginable. I would have to guess that he hadn't changed or washed those socks in about three weeks by the odor sneaking out of his shoes. The smell was horrific; it was hard to sit next to him at the table. Dinner at my house was always not my favorite time, it made me actually discuss my personal life with my family, and the fact that James was four years older than me complicated things a lot. Hogwarts letters would be coming soon, and this year, I would finally get mine.

My mother would ask me if I was excited to go to Hogwarts, but I wasn't really, it was just a school, wasn't it? Hogwarts is just another place that I will feel like I don't fit in, because I don't fit in.

To both of my parent's surprise, I was born with my dad's black hair and my mother's eyes. Ever since I was able to choose the way I wanted my hair, I had it long and the bangs were grown out so that if I wanted to I could hide my face from embarrassment. I didn't need glasses, I never needed braces, and I've always been "the outcast" in my family. No other Weasley girl had black hair, no other Weasley looked like me, I was the girl that never fit in with her own family.

The thing that set me apart from all of the Weasleys was that I didn't have any freckles. I didn't mind freckles, but I never got them. Even Al had freckles with his black hair, and they clashed badly, but he didn't seem to notice. He was a popular Gryffindor, same with James, both popular, both funny, and they were setting the bar unreachably high.

Al flicked a pea off of his spoon and it hit me right on the cheek, I winced but I didn't say anything to him. I didn't like confrontation, and I never liked talking much.

He did it again, and this time, I just looked down so that my black hair would cover up my face. I hated violence, which must have been the reason leading to my strong, yet very secret, dislike for Quidditch.

I never paid attention and they just flew on brooms trying to knock heavy round things into high hoops. Al must have been trying to fling more peas at me because my mother's voice finally came up, "Albus Severus, stop that right now, eat your peas or you'll have to eat the rest of yours and the ones off of the floor."

I don't have much in common with my mum, but she is very caring and understanding. I wish I could be her perfect daughter for her, but I just don't know how to.

"Is that a promise?" he asked.

"Albus, be nice to your sister" My dad was courageous, strong, and had many talents. We are about the opposites, I am not in any way courageous, I am wimpy, and I cannot think of one talent that I have.

"Yeah Al, be nice to our freak show of a sister" James sniggered, I kept my head low, and this was not uncommon at the table. Hence the reason as to why my least favorite time is dinner.

"James Sirius! You march up to your room right now and your grounded, if you don't keep your tongue in than you won't be going to Diagon Alley with us in a week" Dad warned, but what hurt me more was that he didn't say that what James said wasn't true.

James happily got up, since he was done, and literally marched up the steps, making loud noises as he went. It was his night to do dishes…

I mumbled an excuse to go up to my room and quickly left up the stairs. Closing my door quietly, I leaned against it and stared at the interior of my room. There was my bed, my desk, my piles of books, my sketchbooks, and my baby blue pygmy puff named Alice.

Most days it felt like she was the only living being that understood me.

Okay no, she isn't human, but who cares anyways? I am alone in this big world and my world is about to get a whole lot bigger by going to Hogwarts.

Hopping onto my bed and letting Alice out, I played with her, she chased a string around while jumping up and squeaking. Then I heard a knocking on my door, I didn't want to answer it, so I just stayed quiet. "Lily, please let me in."

I grudgingly got off my bed and answered my door. My mom stood in the doorway, and asked, "Can I come in?"

I nodded and let her into my room, it was not like my brothers, you could actually see my floor. She had me sit on my bed and she let out a sigh. "I'd love to see your eyes for once" my mom pushed my bangs and tucked them behind my ear and smiled at me. "Much better"

Giving her a weak smile back, I decided that right now, I shouldn't get all emotional. "Your brothers are just boys, and they say stupid things like your dad does sometimes, but Lily, you aren't anything related to a freak show."

One of the things that I loved about my mom is that she's genuine, and I can tell that she isn't lying to me and she actually believes what she says.

She seemed to be searching for a word or so, but I didn't really want to talk right now. "Do you understand that? I don't want you thinking that your brothers are doing that because it's true. Lily, you are normal." She may have believed that I am normal but in all reality, I'm really not.

I nodded, and she was at just a half grin and said, "Your voice is very pretty Lily, you should use it more often," she hugged me and whispered, "Especially when you're singing in the shower, you have a real gift."

My mom smiled and let go, with that, she left my room. I pushed my bangs back in front of my eyes and lay down on my bed.

I highly doubted that Hogwarts would be any better than what Al and James were like, only I had to do more school work, which I was fine with. Al and James had told me stories about Hogwarts that I knew were totally wrong, but I knew that some of their stories had truth in them.

To make it short, in my opinion, Hogwarts wasn't all that great as everyone says it is. So why couldn't someone just home school me? That way I wouldn't have to go through all the teasing and I wouldn't disappoint all of the girls that thought because I'm Ginny Potter's daughter I must be drop dead gorgeous and bound to be their popular buddy that would talk fashion with them.

Sorry to disappoint them.

The fact that I am Harry Potter's daughter makes it a guarantee that I will be watched and stared at. It doesn't help that my mom was a professional Quidditch player before I was even born. Also, because I'm different, that means more eyes are on me.

To say the least, I am not excited to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The next morning I got up and looked at my clock, it was 8:43 on a summer day. This also proved that I am different and weird.

I let Alice out of her cage and played with her until 10:21 when my mom called me downstairs for something. Alice went back into her cage and I ran down the stairs. She pushed my bangs behind my ear and asked, "Would you help me outside dear?"

I agreed and helped her do chores the rest of the day. Then, dinner came again…

Al still hadn't washed his socks and he was wearing the same ones that he had last night. "What did you do today dad?" James asked excitedly.

"Nothing much, just paperwork today" sometimes dad would bring back stories that told us about how he fought off about fifteen guys at once. Others, it was just a paperwork day. Secretly, I really love the adventure stories.

James gave out a groan, but then a twisted smile turned on his face. "Did you get any mail today dad?"

I knew where he was going with this; he had always told me that an owl had brought me instead of mum and dad being my parents. Then later on he added that I had fallen out of the owl's grasp quite a few times to get me the way I am.

"Only boring things" Dad said, biting onto some corn.

"Boring like having a baby being dropped off in your office that you could tell had been hit on the head multiple times. You kind of saw the resemblance of you and mom and decided to keep her and name her as your own?" James said nastily, looking at me while he said every word.

"James Sirius Potter you won't be going to Diagon Alley with us next week then! Your father warned you young man, now apologize to your sister right now" My mum said angrily.

"I'm sorry that mum and dad have been lying to you your whole life" He said getting up, knowing the drill, "I'll be up in my room, staying grounded for a week"

"Two weeks" mum corrected him.

"TWO WEEKS?" he repeated loudly, "But that's almost the rest of summer vacation!"

"Then you should have kept your tongue in" Mum told him.

He stomped up the steps, mumbling things that I couldn't quite catch. I kept my head low. Al got up out of his seat and said, "Nice going squib"

I could hear my mom getting up from the table; I could feel the rage bubbling inside her, "Albus Severus Potter you give your sister a real apology right now." She tried keeping her anger inside but it wasn't working.

He plain out refused to and my mother dragged him into the living room by the ear. I knew she had given dad the signal to keep me at the table, but he didn't really have anything to say to me, I didn't have a whole lot to say to him either. Besides my looks, my dad and I had nothing in common.

Then, I could feel the tears start to form in my eyes. He had gotten to me; Al had finally gotten to me. This was his goal over the summer, to make mine as miserable as possible before going back. He had succeeded in more ways than one. I want to crawl in a hole and never come out.

The silence in the room with my dad was torture; I'm pretty sure he thinks that I'm going to kill him in the middle of the night one of these days. Which is absolutely false, I love my dad, its just I don't really have much to talk to him about, or anyone for that matter.

I could hear him moving his head, he had finally looked up at me and he could see the tears slowly coming down my cheeks. He didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything at all, this was one of the times where I wanted my dad to show his caring and nurturing side, but it didn't.

For the next fifteen minutes I listened to the distant fight of Al and mum, but I couldn't take it anymore. I got up from the table and ran into my room, locking the door behind me, I was trembling. I felt like I hated James and Al, but in all reality it was just major dislike. Mom wouldn't be there to protect me at Hogwarts, so who ever wanted to pick on me, would and there would be nothing I could do about it.

I really hope you like my story so far! Please don't forget to review and tell me what you think.
I know that Lily normally has red hair in the Epilogue but I didn't have it that way in my story.
Also I don't remember if James was said to have red hair or not but I wanted one of the children to have the weasley hair.