Disclaimer: All credits goes to JKR, the true owner of Harry Potter.

DEAR DIARY

Oh, why am I writing about him again? I guess that's my cue to sleep. I must be tired for writing such rubbish…Night… Love, Lily. L/S.

Chapter One—First of September

Dear Diary,

I'm so excited! It's the first of September – the day I've been waiting for since the start of summer! I'm finally going to Hogwarts today!

It's still four thirty in the morning but I'm wide awake all because of the excitement. I've been waiting to come to Hogwarts ever since James, my eldest brother, started three years ago. I was most especially lonely when my second brother, Albus, started Hogwarts, too when I was nine.

And now, it's my turn! I wanted to be in Gryffindor like everyone in my family – my Mum and Dad, James and Al, my Weasley cousins, Aunts and Uncles and my Grandparents! I was actually named after my grandmother, Lily (Evans) Potter. I never knew her, though. Long story…but from the few pictures I've seen of her, I look a lot like her. I've got the same auburn hair, not like the vivid red Weasley hair, but I have the same, light hazel eyes of my grandfather. I wish I met them. I'm absolutely sure that they're brave – a true Gryffindor quality – because they died protecting the ones they love – my dad.

There's always a question popping in my mind, though, whenever I think of Gryffindor. Am I brave enough? Well, I couldn't say yet since I'm still just eleven…but it makes sense that I would be in Gryffindor since everyone in my family is Gryffindor, doesn't it? I reckon Ravenclaw's not that bad, but I don't think I'm a Hufflepuff material, and most especially not Slytherin. Imagine the only daughter of Harry Potter being in Slytherin? That's laughable!

Anyway, I would've loved to join the Quidditch team (whichever house I'm in) but first years aren't allowed. They say that a match was always worth watching, though, so I reckon I'd still have fun. My brothers are on the team. James is a Chaser and Al is a Keeper. And I would really love to be a Seeker, like my dad when he was at school.

It's lucky my cousin Hugo is starting his first year, too, so I'd have company on the train tomorrow. Al and James would probably want to join their friends' compartments. I hope I'd make loads of friends at school, though, because I've known Hugo since birth and I wanted to get to know others. And what I hope more was that I'd find some friends who would befriend me not because I'm the daughter of The Chosen One. That's one of the things I've been thinking the past days…sighs…

I'm just going to recheck if I've packed everything I need…

I wish Hogwarts really is as fascinating as everyone put it in.

Love,

Lily

The Potters arrived at King's Cross Station with thirty minutes to spare. Lily was craning her neck excitedly through the crowd of Muggles around, her waist-length auburn hair dancing on her sides. People around were looking at them curiously. Each of the Potter children had an owl and Lily's snowy owl in particular, Ivory, was screeching furiously, catching the attention of the curious bystanders. She was quite young and not used to people. Her dad just bought it for her on Diagon Alley when they went to shop for their school things last summer and Ivory was still a bit shaken by the attention.

"Its okay, Ivory," Lily said to her owl soothingly. "They're just not used to seeing owls. Dad told me Muggles don't use them as pets. I wonder why…"

Ivory stopped screeching at once, looking imploringly at Lily as if also wondering the same thing: why don't Muggles use owls as pets? As peculiar as it seems, owls could understand their masters quite well.

"Here we are," Mrs. Potter said, stopping in front of the barrier between Platforms Nine and Ten. Lily knew it all too well. It was the entrance to the Platform Nine and Three-Quarters – the Hogwarts Express.

"James, you first," she ordered her eldest son. He was a redhead, like his mother, but his hair was just us unruly as his father's. He had a cheerful face that seemed to be unable to stop grinning. He was handsome and looked uncannily like his mother, just the male version.

"Hogwarts, here I come!" he said excitedly, looking around for watching Muggles, and ran straight on the apparently barrier. In a second, he vanished.

"Al, you next," she said to her second son. Albus, on the other hand, looked different from his brother. Where James looked like his mother, Al looked like the exact replica of his father. He had the same jet black hair, the adequate, good-natured face, and the beautiful, startlingly bright green eyes. The only difference was that he had no lightning bolt scar on his forehead..

"Okay." And he ran straight forward, vanishing like his brother.

Mrs. Potter turned to her daughter. "Now Lily, come on, let's get you a good seat on the train."

And the three of them – mother, father, and daughter – headed through the barrier. Lily closed her eyes as the three of them dashed off, and upon opening them, she was greeted by the familiar sight of the scarlet steam engine that was the Hogwarts Express. She had seen it many times before, but it seemed different now. She was finally coming aboard it.

Her father took her aside for a moment while her mother levitated her trunk, and owl, inside the train using magic.

She hugged her father suddenly, though she wasn't crying like the other little first year girls around her. On the contrary, she was bouncing up and down with join, grinning ear to ear. "Dad, I'm finally going!" she said jovially.

Her dad chuckled. "Excited?" he asked, smiling fondly at her daughter. "I was, too. Especially on the first time."

She pulled away from the hug and told him, "You were excited to leave your relatives, too, though. I'm going to miss you and mum…"

"Don't worry. There's always Christmas and Easter. You're going to have loads of fun at Hogwarts."

Lily beamed. "I will! And I'll be a Gryffindor like you and Mum and James and Albus!"

"Of course you will if you wanted to be. Just be yourself, Lils. And don't get yourself caught by dodgy, old Filch whenever you sneak out, okay?" He had a knowing smile on his face.

"Eh? Why would I sneak out?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. "I bet you and Uncle Ron snuck out a lot when you were at school, and probably dragged Aunt Hermione in to it."

He chuckled at her daughter. "I wouldn't deny it. And you know that we receive an owl twice a month from school reporting that James has done some rule-breaking. From what I've heard, he is so much like the real James and Sirius." He sighed slightly, reminiscing the good old memories. "Anyway, there's Hugo, and I have to talk to Ron."

"Hey Hugo!" Lily yelled. She was running and waving to her cousin. "Wow, you look…even redder than before."

He was a redhead and now, even his face was all flushed, particularly his ears. "It's Mum," he said in annoyance. "He kept fussing over me. As if I'm still little!"

"Well, we all know you're tall like your dad but you're still eleven," Lily retorted, rolling her eyes at her cousin, "and at least two feet shorter than him. Come now, Hugs. You won't be seeing them until Christmas, for Merlin's sake!"

"It's just annoying, you know," he said irritably. "Come on. Let's just find a compartment on the train."

Lily sighed. "Okay. Where's your trunk?"

"Dad put it there already."

"Okay, let's go then."

They were making their way inside the train, looking for a compartment. Suddenly –

"Hey, Lily!" Rose, Hugo's sister, yelled. "Hugo! You're trunks are in here!"

They went over to her. She was tall and had a bushy, red hair and chocolate brown eyes.

"Hey Rosie," Lily said to her cousin. "Have you seen Al? Or James?"

"James was showing something to his friends – I suppose it's something from Uncle George's joke shop again." She said it in a disapproving sort of way. She didn't have a problem with Weasley's Wizard Wheezes until James played a prank on her that turned her head bald for an hour two summers ago, insisting and teasing her that it made quite an improvement from her bushy hair.

"I didn't see Al, though," she continued, "but I reckon he's with his friends, too. And Hugo –" she turned to her brother, "– Mum told me to give you this." She handed him a textbook. "You forgot to pack it."

"Oh, right, sorry." He accepted it and opened his trunk to put it there while Rose walked off across the train. Meanwhile, as Lily was looking around, she caught sight of a boy with blond hair and silver eyes. She frowned. She was sure she has seen him before, but she couldn't remember when…

The blond boy stared back, raising an eyebrow at her. "It's rude to stare, you know," he said in a casual sort of voice.

"Sorry, I just think I've seen you before. Must be a mistake," said Lily, shrugging.

"You know I think you're kinda familiar...too." He burrowed his eyebrows at her, as if concentrating on a very difficult math problem when suddenly, he said, "Oh. Hang on."

"Huh? What?"

"You're Potter's sister, aren't you?" he asked in a sharp voice and Lily was taken aback. One moment, he was being casual and the next…

She frowned. Who is he?

"Yes," Lily answered. "You are?"

"I'm Scorpius Malfoy so you might want to stop talking to me now or Daddy will scold you," he replied coldly, emphasizing his surname.

Lily rolled her eyes, trying hard to play a cool head and control her temper. She finally remembered when she saw him. It was two years ago, when his Uncle Ron was talking about Mr. Malfoy's son and that Rose should beat him in every test.

"Oh, shut up," Lily snapped. "I won't bother talking to you in the future. I won't bother not because you're a Malfoy but because you're a rude, slimy git who suddenly yells at me for being a Potter!" And she turned away from him, entering the compartment and dragged an awestruck Hugo outside to the Platform.

"I think you've struck a nerve, Lils," Hugo said as she stopped dragging him.

"Good, then. Oh, Mum!" she said suddenly upon seeing her. Mr. Potter appeared beside her. "Dad, you wouldn't believe who I met just now!"

"Who?" he asked.

"Scorpius Malfoy," Hugo answered.

"Did you now? What did he say to you?"

Lily imitated Malfoy's drawling voice. "'I'm Scorpius Malfoy so you might want to stop talking to me right now or Daddy will scold you.'" She huffed. "Honestly, he was rude!"

Mr. Potter scratched the back of his head thoughtfully. "You know, when we were at school, his father would love the chance to insult us at any possible moment and wouldn't throw an opportunity of doing it. I wonder—"

But just then, the whistle signaled students to come immediately to the train.

"Bye!" Lily told her parents and hugging them hastily; she and Hugo rushed off to the train. They waved at their parents until the train turned and they vanished from sight.

"Come on, let's go back to our compartment," Hugo said and they walked through the corridor of the train, stopping to say hi as they passed some of their cousins.

As they neared their compartment, Lily caught sight of Scorpius Malfoy inside a compartment near theirs, silently reading a book beside the window and surrounded by what she assumed where his Slytherin friends. She knew he was a Slytherin from what she heard from Al.

"So," Hugo said as they sat down. "Want a game of chess?"

Lily shrugged. "Sure. Just don't make me lose too badly."

He grinned. "It's like you're saying you've lost already."

She rolled her eyes. "I haven't…yet," Lily said, rolling her eyes. "But trust me, I will. I'm rubbish at chess...well, not really rubbish. I just never win when I'm playing with you."

"If you say so…" He took out a beautiful, glass chess set from his trunk and we started playing—

And Lily lost after four moves in thirty seconds.

"What?" Lily said in exasperation as her King threw its crown, ending the game.

Hugo grinned smugly at her. "I thought you'd notice that!"

Lily rolled her eyes. "Sorry, but I clearly remembered telling you to go easy on me. Four moves?"

"Anyone would've noticed that, Lils."

"Clearly, I don't belong to anyone. Let's just have a game of Exploding Snaps. It's much more fun, chess is too boring."

Hugo huffed indignantly. "Chess isn't boring."

"Speak for yourself," Lily retorted, taking out a set of cards from her pocket.

"Just because you don't win in something doesn't mean it's boring."

"Well, you don't win on me on Quidditch," I said slowly, emphasizing each word, "but you never said it's boring."

"It's different! It's just that—"

"Yeah, yeah," interrupted. "Could we just—"

But she didn't get to finish her sentence because she was interrupted by someone opening their compartment. It was a middle-aged witch pushing a trolley full of food.

"Anything off the trolley?" she asked them, politely. They both stood up and bought loads of food and sweets which consists of Chocolate Frogs, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Cauldron Cakes, mince pies, Pumpkin Pasties, pumpkin juice and Licorice Wands.

"So," Lily said, "I guess we'll do Exploding Snaps later, then."

They talked while eating. "Did you know that the Harpies has made it to the British Finals?" Hugo asked, stuffing a large bite of mince pie on his mouth.

"That's disgusting, Hugs," Lily said, wrinkling her nose. "Anyway, of course I've heard about the Harpies. My mum still got news and tickets from her past team, and it's either the Tornados or Wasps that's going to face them for the finals."

"I hope it's Wimbourne Wasps," Hugo said. He supported that team as much as Lily supported the Harpies.

"But even if they did beat the Tornados, they will have a hard time beating the Harpies," I said in a sure voice, stuffing a random Bertie Bott's bean in my mouth. I spat it instantly. "Ew, raw liver!"

Hugo laughed, spitting some of the pasties from his mouth.

"You're so disgusting," Lily muttered under her breath.

Just then, someone opened the door again. This time, it was a little girl, and, by the looks of it, a first year, too. She had a straight, dark brown hair which was waist-length like Lily's, although the girl pulled it in a ponytail. Her eyes were dark blue – like midnight.

She still had her trunk behind her and Lily noticed Hugo staring at her with slight adoration. Lily had to stop myself from giggling.

"Er, sorry to bother you," she mumbled sheepishly, "but I've been coming up and down the train for minutes now and…well, everywhere is full."

"Sure," Lily answered, smiling at the girl. She smiled back, pulling her trunk inside.

"Oh," she suddenly mumbled. "How could I put it up there?"

Lily beamed at her. "I'll do it!"

She looked at Lily with a doubtful look. "Er…it's quite heavy…"

"Oh, don't worry. I'll use magic."

The girl suddenly smiled excitedly. "Oh, you can do magic already?"

"Yeah." I took out my wand—rosewood, twelve inches, unicorn tail core— from my pocket.

"Are you sure you could already do it?" Hugo said, finally saying something.

Lily grinned mischievously at him. "Oh, I've had a lot of practice." She turned to the girl's trunk and muttered, "Wingardium Leviosa."

She grinned even more broadly as the heavy trunk flew slowly up to the rack and lay down safely.

"That was amazing!" the girl said in awe, holding out a small hand. "I'm Bridget Priestley. You could call me Bree."

Lily shook her hand, beaming at the enthusiastic girl. "I'm Lily Potter."

Bree turned to Hugo and held he hand out at him, too. Hugo turned a bit pink as she shook her hand. "Hugo Weasley."

"Do you want some?" Lily said, offering some food.

Bree looked at it with alight eyes. "Thanks, I'd love to! What's this?" she asked, holding a box of –

"Chocolate frog," Hugo answered tentatively. "You don't know?"

"Er—what?" Bree asked, confused. She was looking at the box with a horrified grimace.

"That's a Chocolate Frog," Lily repeated and asked, "Are you a muggleborn?"

"A what?"

"Merlin, you're a muggleborn!" Hugo said suddenly, grinning. "Goodness, you are!"

"What's a muggleborn?"

"It means you're parents are non-magic—Muggles," Lily answered slowly. "Aren't they?"

"Oh, yes. I'm the only witch in the family…does that make me any different?" she asked, a hint of anxiety rising in her recently enthusiastic voice.

"Of course not," Lily said quickly with a reassuring smile.

"My mother's a muggleborn," said Hugo, "and she's Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement in the Ministry of Magic."

"Really?" Bree said, her dark blue eyes lighting up once more. "And there's a Ministry of Magic?"

"Yes."

The three of them chatted together while eating their food. Lily and Hugo kept filling Bree with everything about the Wizarding World.

After a while, Lily got tired of talking and started toying with her wand, levitating a card she got from one of her Chocolate Frog boxes which had the picture of her dad. Hugo, on the other hand, was explaining the differences between Wizarding chess to the Muggle ones.

"…and they actually move and all and will blast one off with their spades there," he said. "Anyway, the rules were just similar to the Muggle ones, but this is much more exciting since you wouldn't want your chess pieces destroyed, do you?"

Bree clapped her hands in excitement. "Oh, I love playing chess!" she squealed. "My dad taught me…although…" Her face suddenly fell that even Lily suddenly looked at her. She returned the grin on her face but it looked forced rather than genuine.

"D'you want to have a game?" Hugo asked quickly. "I have a set here and—"

"And he beat me for about one minute," Lily said, her earlier annoyance returning.

"Sure," answered Bree.

Meanwhile, the card Lily was levitating now fell on her lap. She was thinking hard again, Malfoy's words ringing in her ears.

"…you might want to stop talking to me right now or Daddy will scold you."

Honestly, Lily thought, I thought he was fine when he didn't know I'm a Potter yet. I guess it's the old rivalry again…my dad and Mr. Malfoy. I mean, everyone knows that. That doesn't mean all their children also have to fight—particularly Al and Malfoy. Ugh, I need to use my diary—

Lily stood on her seat to open her trunk and get her diary but just then, the compartment door slid open and in came Albus.

"Why are you standing on your seat?" Al asked the moment she spotted her sister.

"Because I thought it was the floor," Lily answered sarcastically. "I was trying to get something from my trunk when you interrupted."

She hopped down from her seat and noticed that Bree was looking particularly stunned by her brother's appearance.

"Oh," Lily said, "this is Bree, by the way. Bree, he's my stupid brother, Albus."

"Don't call me Albus!" he snapped. "And I'm not stupid." He turned to Bree. "Hello, Bree. Call me Al. Don't listen to a rubbish my sister is saying."

"Er—"

"There's no need to answer his question, Bree," Lily interrupted. She was almost sure Bree wouldn't be able to form a sentence as she was blushing slightly right now. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I was just checking on my little sister, wasn't I?"

Lily gave him a look. He squirmed slightly and that was enough for Lily to say, "Oh, no, you clearly weren't here to just check on me."

"What d'you reckon then?" he asked. "That I'm here to feed Hugo?"

"That wouldn't be a bad idea," Hugo said.

Both of them ignored him. "Well, truth is that…er, I'm hiding from—"

"ALBUS!" James yelled, slamming the door open so hard that the glass broke. He didn't pay attention to it as Al slid past him and chased him.

"D'you know how to fix that?" Bree asked Lily.

She shook her head furiously. "NO! Oh, I'm going to strangle my brothers for this!"

Bree looked skeptically at Lily, disbelieving that Lily could do such thing but Hugo hissed to her ear, "She could do that whenever she's on bad temper…kept doing underage magic at home since three."

"If only I knew how to fix this I—"

But she stopped talking suddenly as somebody passed their compartment—Malfoy. "Broken school property already before school, have you Potter? I'd bet you'd be in Gryffindor like your rule-breaking, sneaking, arrogant brothers."

Lily glared at him. "Oh, what have I done to you now?" she exclaimed agitatedly. "Just shut up and leave and I'll find someone who'll fix it for me!"

Malfoy got his wand from his pocket and for a moment, Lily thought he was going to hex her but he muttered, "Reparo," and the glass fell back into place. He then continued his way without another word.

Lily fell on her seat, stunned. There was silence among the three before—

"So what is Gryffindor?" Bree asked, breaking the silence.

Time passed so quickly after that and before I knew it, the Sorting was already halfway through. "Murray, Kelda!" called Professor Longbottom and a blonde girl on pigtails went shakily up in front.

"RAVENCLAW!" the hat bellowed.

Just a few left, Lily thought furiously, and it'll all be over.

She had been quite nervous ever since they arrived but had regained confidence upon seeing her brothers—she has forgiven them already—and cousins waving at her.

"Palmer, Aidan!" the professor said and a tall boy—a Spanish by the sound and looks of it—came up to the front.

"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat yelled.

Relax, Lily thought.

"Potter, Lily!"

Lily took a deep breath and walked stiffly in front and sat on the stool. She waited and then—

"Mmmm," a voice murmured in her ear so suddenly that she almost jumped out of her skin. It was lucky that she was so stiff and numb that she couldn't move.

"Brilliant mind, I see…brilliant, but not a likely Ravenclaw…perhaps—"

Where are you putting me? Lily thought furiously.

"Where do you want me to put you?" it asked back. "Well, well…I could see it clearly in your head. We're on the same page then so—"

"GRYFFINDOR!" it shouted and Lily released the breath she didn't know she was holding. She beamed, removing the hat on her head and setting it back on the stool. Rushing to join the Gryffindor table, she gave Bree and Hugo a thumbs up with just enough time as Bree was called next to be sorted.

People were cheering Lily but she wasn't paying them—even his brothers—any attention because she was waiting on which House Bree would be sorted into. She really found her a good company and it would probably put her down a bit if she weren't sorted into—

"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat yelled again and Lily beamed and cheered so much she felt herself swell with happiness.

"I thought I'd be put in Hufflepuff!" she said loudly as she sat in front of Lily.

Lily grinned at her. "Don't let the Hufflepuffs hear you."

"Who cares? I mean, I'm just so happy I'm in the same house as you. It would've been slightly unnerving having someone else to fill me in with everything else about magic. Oh I've got so much to learn and—"

"Shut up, Bree," Lily hissed suddenly. Professor Longbottom and almost everyone else were looking at them as they were the only ones left talking, and loudly.

"Er—sorry Professor," she said sheepishly and the Sorting continued.

Lily giggled silently at her while Bree was blushing slightly in embarrassment.

Soon, Hugo was also sorted into Gryffindor and the Sorting Ceremony ended with 'Zabini, Sabine' being sorted into Slytherin.

The Headmistress, Professor McGonagall, stood up to welcome everyone and gave some start of term notices. Lily knew her because she was in four of the Chocolate Frog cards Lily have. She was one of the professors, and Head of Gryffindor House, of her parents back at school and they regarded her with great respect.

"…and now, let the feast begin!"

Lily and Bree met the other two girls in their year in Gryffindor—Helen Banks, a small girl with shoulder length, curly chestnut brown hair, and Francesca (Chesca) Gardner, a girl with short, straight blonde hair and light blue eyes.

After the magnificent feast, two prefects—a boy and a girl—led the first years up through staircase after staircase that Lily felt as though they had climbed about a thousand steps, which was it probably was.

"Are we there yet?" Lily asked impatiently.

"Nearly," said the prefect-girl with a hint of annoyance in her bossy voice.

She sounds like Rose, Lily thought tiredly.

They went up another staircase and Lily thought she wouldn't be able to carry on another one when, finally, the prefects lead them across a corridor and stopping in front of a portrait of –

"This is the Fat Lady," the other prefect said, "and her portrait is the entrance to the Gryffindor common rooms."

"Password?" asked the Fat Lady.

"Golden Snitch."

The painting moved aside, revealing a portrait hole beneath it. After informing them that their things were already put on their dormitories, the prefects ordered them to go to bed. Lily and Bree bid Hugo good night and they went upstairs to join Helen and Chesca to the first year girls' dormitory. The hangings of their beds were already closed when they arrived so Lily assumed they're asleep.

Bree fell asleep immediately after mumbling, "G'night," to Lily, without changing into pajamas.

Lily, however, stayed up for a little to write on her diary.

Dear Diary,

Hogwarts is as amazing as everyone put in! I wouldn't go over the details since I'm tired…

I just wrote here because I had and awkward and somewhat annoying encounters with Scorpius Malfoy today. He's the son of my dad's old school enemy, Draco Malfoy. I saw him on the train first time and I thought he was familiar and remembered that I've seen him on the train two years ago when Al was just going to be on his first year at Hogwarts. And when he knew I was a Potter—he became quite harsh!

But then, when James sort of shattered the glass door of my compartment, he repaired it for us…after some insults…Still—

Oh, why am I writing about him? Okay, so…

I've met this cheerful girl on the train and her name's Bridget Priestley, but we call her Bree. I reckon Hugo likes her but I have this inkling that she likes Al by the way she got all shut up and blushing when he appeared. Anyway, we're just eleven.

I was still thinking about Malfoy, though. I couldn't help my, er…curiosity? I mean, he's sort of mysterious and I reckon he's not half-bad and—

Oh, why am I writing about him again? I guess that's my cue to sleep. I must be tired for writing such rubbish…

Night.

Love,

Lily

Little did Lily know that during the next years, her diaries would be mostly filled with all her wrath over Scorpius Malfoy—a feeling she'd share with her soon-to-be best friends Bridget Anne Priestley and Aidan Joseph Palmer.

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