░▒▓▒░ Summary: Here I am, on a plane, to where you might ask, let's just say I'm very far from home, or will be once I get there. It's not like I'm in a hurry to get there, after all it's not like I'm not comfortable, seeing that I, Lily Marie Evans, am one of the daughters of the president of the United States of America……
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A/n: Hey guys I started this fic because I just suddenly got the idea. I don't know if it has anything to do with the movie First Daughter because I haven't seen it. Tell me if you like it and flame if you must but I will be harsh on flamers. Tell me if you see if a mistake somewhere so I can go back and edit it….ENJOY! My story was recently deleted, and I'm guessing that it was because I did not put a disclaimer in every chapter. If you see anything else that I'm doing against the rules please tell me! Eh, I've been ignoring my sotry for a while and I decided that I want to get it back up again because I really do enjoy writing this story. Anyway, have fun reading, I hope you find the plot thick, juciy and original!
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or all the other characters recognizable from J.K. Rowling's book series Harry Potter. I did not steal any of this from the movie First Daughter because I have not even seen it.
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First Daughter
New Beginnings

Here I am, on a plane, to where you might ask, let's just say I'm very far from home, or will be once I get there. It's not like I'm in a hurry to get there, after all it's not like I'm not comfortable, seeing that I, Lily Marie Evans, am one of the daughters of the president of the United States of America, am on a private plane.

Well, I might as well tell you the story from the beginning, seeing that there's nothing else to do but look at the Atlantic Ocean from the window.

I am one of the daughters of the president of the United States of America. There's also another part to me, I'm a witch. I am a muggle-born witch to be exact.

My parents and my sister are muggles, the non-magical type. My dad is the president, my mom the first lady. They're both cool with me being a witch, but my sister, Petunia, now that's another story.

I have to be like the first, first daughter to have red hair. Yup I'm a redhead. My eyes are these almond-shaped-emerald-green eyes that are supposedly an Evans family heirloom, my father has them. My hair, my red hair, comes from my mother's side of the family, but she has more blond hair than red.

But one thing my mother and I have in common with our hair is our curls. There're not real small curls but big wavy ones. I would love my hair…only if it wasn't red.

Well one thing I love about me is that I don't have freckles! I used to have freckles when I was little, but there're long gone now. I'm about "5, 4" pretty average height for your average American teenager…well almost.

Being the daughter of the president has its ups and downs, for example, I get practically everything I want, but I have to be followed around everywhere by my body guard, Lance, everywhere but school and around the house, our very big house.

Actually Lacy (which is what I call Lance much to the annoyance of him) is pretty cool, he let's me get away with a lot of stuff he shouldn't, in fact he's like that the older brother I've never had, and get this he's a wizard! How cool is that? But I'm never going to tell dad or mom because then he'll have to following me to school too! I have to admit, that he's pretty cute in an older guy fashion, but he's way too old for me.

I mean a 15 year old with a 25 year old, get real! Thankfully for me he doesn't like Petunia very much either!

My sister, where to start, well first of all, I hate her. No seriously, I don't, but she's a totally snob. She's 19, four years older than me. I think the only reason she hates me is because I'm a witch. When ever we go out together we have to pretend like we like each other so the press won't have a go at our rivalry.

Well she hates any form of magic, well its more like she's scared to death by it. She and I are very different; she has my father's brown hair and my mother's brown eyes. She looks lanky and has a neck like a horse's. Oh, one thing she enjoys, is calling me a freak.

I used to go to the AAWW, the American Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but my father changed that. After what happen last school year at that school he would let me go back to that 'mad house' as he calls it. And my mother being the fussy person she is agreed with him.

Well what happened to my school was that this idiot boy, Peter, or whatever his name was, turned us each into animals as a end of the year prank, and unfortunately the affects of the prank wouldn't wear off for another day which meant I'd be going home as a lioness much to the horror of my mother and father.

I will miss my friends dearly, Teresa, Christy, Diana, Charles, Jake, my whole group of friends, the list just goes on and on.

And of course there are the people that I'll never miss like Abby. That girl was a dumb as a dog and she was always clinging to me. I had the best times ever at AAWW. Been going there since I was eight, when my father became president (he's been re-elected). To every other wizarding school, we supposedly started school when we were way too young.

I have so many memories at that school; it'll always be in my heart……that was corny. Anyways my memories are great, my first real friends, my first boyfriend, the first time going somewhere with out being tagged by my overprotective parents, and my first flying lesson.

I love flying on my broomstick, being the outrageous person that I am. I love feeling the wind I in my hair, and how clean the air tastes and smells up high. I have the latest broomstick model too, the Nimbus 1600 (its currently packed into my trunk). It's so awesome! My flying instructor at AAWW said I could probably play quidditch professionally and get on a team with no problem, but my mother and father absolutely refused to give me permission to do that…but what do they know…

Here's a little more about me, I'm 15, as I've mentioned before, and I'm on my way to London by muggle means of transportation.

My new school is somewhere in the hills of England, invisible to muggles, but hey, what do I have to worry about, I'm a witch. The new school I will be attending is called Hogwarts. I will be taking a train from London to Hogwarts. My father says its one of the best wizarding schools in the world; how he knows that, I could only guess, but, hey, he does know that American Minister of Magic, I don't even know how he knows him…

Lacy who had decided to accompany me to London and until I got on the train says that he used to go to Hogwarts, and that it really is a great school. I wonder if the kids there will like me. Oh god, I'm going to have a panic attack…na, I'm just playing, but I am kind of worried.

I heard a soft meow. I looked up and soft Lance in front of me holding only the sweetest cutest kitten ever. "He's a doll." I said. "Yup and he's all yours." said Lance. I practically screamed with delight. Lance handed my new kitten to me. "So, doll face, what are you going to name him?"

"I know the perfect name for him."

"What?"

"Lancelot!"

"Oh so now you're stealing my name are you?"

"Only part of it…..Lacy…" I complained.

"I'm just joking kid." he said and ruffled my hair.

"Hey!"

"Sorry, your red hair is just so hard not to ruffle."

"Mom says it's not nice to tease people about their appearance."

"Well, Mom's not here, carrot top."

I shot a death glare at him. I was only joking though. "Relax kiddo, and stop staring at me with that glare of yours, I swear you could kill someone with it." He said chuckling slightly. He left then, and I was left to play with Lancelot.

He was the cutest kitten ever I swear. And he was so soft. Oh, I forgot to describe him to you. He's a golden color with orange stripes. Looks like a royal cat seriously. And his eyes were just like mine! And he had his little cute pinkish nose.

"Miss, we're about to land now." Said Lance in his deep male voice.

"MMMMMHHHHHMMMM…..okie dokie." I said…what's with me and these corny replies. I put Lancelot back in his cage so he would be safe and put him on the seat next to mine. We had to wait awhile before you could land but whatever.

"Lillian, my dear, welcome to London, to local time is 10:15 and it's a beautiful summer September first." said Lance. He sure knew a lot about London. "Hey, kid, you're not hungry are you?"

"Nope." I replied to Lance. I loved how he could be so caring.

"Well sugar, I'll get your luggage, and then we can head over to King's Cross Station and get you the train." When he said that, I was kinda sad, like I always am when I have to say goodbye to Lance, cuz I really do love him as on older brother, I do.

"King's Cross, eh?" I said.

"Yup."

"Well come on, hurry up, I wanna get off this plane 18 hours of plane flying isn't exactly the greatest thing ever!"

"As you wish Madam."

He opened the plane door which had the descending steps so I could get out. My first appearance of London was pretty great. It was a nice warm morning.

"Lily, hurry up!" called Lance.

I Grabbed Lancelot and his cage and started to descend the steps. Lance got off after me carry my luggage which wasn't much, he had charmed to weigh as light as a feather. Lance walked over to me and handed my something. It was a hat and a pair of sunglasses. "We don't want to have any muggles recognize you. The press would have a field day for sure."

That's one part I hated about my life, the press. They were so god damn annoying!

Well Lance stood behind me and we started to walk towards the entrance into the airport. When we got there I felt a blast of cool air rush at me when the doors opened. The London airport sure was busy. No one really took a second glance at me. That was a relief.

We headed to the front of the airport, Lance and I. He had a limo waiting to pick us up. So when I was seen stepping into the limo, some people were staring but most of them thought I was just some lucky girl who had won a contest or something and walked away eventually.

"So far so good." said Lance to me in the limo; it was probably a huge relief to him that no one recognized me. He hates the press as much as I do, maybe more.

"So, are you ready to have a blast?" asked Lance.

"A blast? Don't tell me that this school is a party zone."

"No its not, the teachers are always pretty strict. I'd watch out for the potions teacher. Last time I heard it was Professor Campbell teaching it. He was my potion teacher. He favors no one. And he won't accept tardiness, or messy papers, or any nonsense in his class."

"Thanks for the warning." I said. I'd better watch out for this teacher sounds like a loser, really. Luckily I was good at potions, I pitied anyone who wasn't.

"Ok so were here. King's Cross Station. And its 10:38, more than enough time to get you to the platform." He got off first and held the door open for me as I got out. Once again, I took Lancelot, Lance took my trunk, and people stared then walked away. Same old procedure.

I took at the ticket Lance had given me earlier. Platform 9 and ¾? How can that be? "Uhh..Lance, I think there's been a mistake, this ticket says platform 9 and ¾.

"No, no, that's right, here we are, platforms 9 and 10."

"Ok so we're at platform nine and ten…but I don't see platforms 9 and ¾!"

"Chill gal, I'll show you." Then he walked right into a wall! A wall! He walked right into a wall and disappeared! I just stood there dumbfounded. I mean he walked right into a wall….a wall…a wall…nothing's more solid than a wall!

"Hey." said a voice behind me. I turned around. It was a boy who looked around my age. He had messy jet black hair and gorgeous hazel eyes and was quite fitted too. "He is kinda cute." thought Lily. The boy was about to speak again. But someone interrupted him.

"Carrot top! Are you ok." called a voice. I knew it was Lance so I turned around and walked towards him and punched him in the stomach. "What the hell were you thinking scaring me to death like that?" I took off my sunglasses and gave him another one of my death glares.

"Seriously girl, you have got to stop giving me that glare." he said. I heard slight chuckling, I turned around and it was that boy laughing.

"So you think its funny is it?"

He nodded his reply. He stopped laughing for a moment and said "Are you American? I can tell by your accent that you're not from here." he said. It was true. He had a heavy accent which I guessed was the so call 'British Accent'. "Uhh…Ya." I said, I wasn't quite sure what to say.

"Sugar! Come on! We have got to get you on the train." called Lance.

"Boyfriend?" he said with a smirk.

"Body guard." I said. That was a mistake.

"Body guard?" he asked in puzzlement.

"Oh..shoot. I got to go."

I practically ran over to Lance. My hat flew off. Another mistake. My curly red hair blew everywhere. And guess who caught my hat. That boy. Oh god. I ran back over to him. I said in quite a rush. "Sorry, thanks, got to go!" grabbed my hat and walked over to Lance and at the same time putting my hat back on. Hopefully that guy didn't know much about the president of the USA and his family.

"Ok, now that you're here this is what you do. Remember how I walked into that wall?"

"Ya. How could I forget? You only scared me half to death." I said sarcastically.

"Well, it's actually a magical barrier to platforms 9 and ¾. So just walk straight into that wall. I promise nothing will happen to you and I'll be right behind you."

"Alright." I said. I took a deep breath, grabbed Lancelot and walked into the wall. Lance was right! Nothing happened to me. In front of me I saw a scarlet steam engine. And Lance was right behind me.

"Ah, the Hogwarts Express." said Lance. "Been running for generations you know. Took me to Hogwarts for seven years"

The Hogwarts Express, eh? How original, that Hogwarts Express takes me to Hogwarts.

"Anyway kiddo, I'll say good-bye to you here. Remember to write to me and your parents. Use one of the school owls. Tell me what house you get in. Have a great time. And remember…that I love you." he said shredding a fake tear.

"mmmhhmm…" I said. "Gotcha." I said. "Goodbye." Then I did something I hadn't done in a while. I gave him a brotherly hug.

"I'll miss you too kid, remember to come home for Christmas too."

Lance handed me my lightweight trunk and I got onto the train. This was a new beginning of a period in my life.
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A/n: That's the end of chapter one, review if you want another chapter. Have a nice day! Please review again!