The Lily Luna Potter Diaries Entry 1: Before Hogwarts

March 31st, 2019

Dear Witch-Diary,

Today's the day that I got you! My brother Albus gave you to me a while ago. But first, I've got to talk about a few more things.

Let's start from the first day of school two years ago in 2017...

I knew that screaming and crying my head off would not make them send me to Hogwarts. But still, I did it because I felt like it. I cried and cried so much that even my "mature" brother, Albus, told me to shut up. My parents, awesome as they were, didn't get angry. They just stood firmly and said that I couldn't go to Hogwarts, no matter what. It was too early. I was only nine years old.

But that was two years ago.

Today, the very day that I will turn eleven, the day I've been waiting for my entire life, I will get my letter. And I will go to Hogwarts and show James that he can't laugh at me!

Now, that's on September the first, five whole months away. And do I even need to mention that James is laughing his head off when he sees my face when I remember I'm not going yet? Let him laugh. I don't care if it's five whole months away; I've finally turned eleven.

Now is the time to introduce myself.

I am Lily Luna Potter, or Lily Potter the Second. Only daughter of Harry and Ginny Potter, with two annoying older brothers, James Sirius and Albus Severus. They both went to Hogwarts before me, to add to my infuriation two years ago on Albus's first day of school. I have a lot of relatives, and my dad is famous for killing this guy named Moldyvort or something like that. My uncle and aunt live with their kids, Rose and Hugo. Those two are my favourite cousins. Rosie is fun to hang out with, but she's two years older, which sets us apart a bit. But Hugo is my best, best, best friend. He's my age, understands me so much, and whatever else I can't finish listing in a million years. I've trusted him all my life, and his personality is almost exactly like mine. Mischievous, but never caught with mischief. Clever, but not in the harsh way Slytherins are. And loyal to friends and family.

On the day Al went to Hogwarts, I couldn't stand it because both my brothers went and I was still doing nothing at home. I was left behind. Luckily, I still had Hugo, who felt the same way after his sister left with Albus. We talked about the unfairness of it all; not being able to go to Hogwarts just because we were too young. We related parts of our lives and it was fun to hang out together.

It still is, though. And I'm glad that he will always be there for me, whether I need him or not. In return, I will be there for him. Always.

Kind of what best friends do, right?

I'd thought that the two years without Hogwarts or my siblings or even Rosie would've been fine because Hugo was there. But I was wrong.

Rose, as my other favourite cousin AND BEST FRIEND, wrote letters to me all the time. I was glad to get updates, glad to learn more about my future school. But then, things started getting weird.

Here is one of her letters she wrote that was weird:

Dearest Lily,
I haven't wrote to you in two days, and I know it's been a tough wait for you. But I was really busy with the exams and all.
I know you're smart and observant enough to be thinking about what I meant by "and all". Come on, just admit it. I know you're thinking it!
Basically, the definition for that "and all" is...Scorpius Malfoy!!! Oh, my, gods! I know I shouldn't be thinking about dating at eleven, but he's just sooo gorgeous, and nice, and funny, and he really has a good side that the Gryffindors haven't seen. And I like him! A lot! Every time I see him smile that cute smile, I just want to grab his hand, drag him out of the classroom, find somewhere private, wrap my arms around his neck, and kiss those delicious-looking lips!!! Is this normal for my age? I know it isn't, but I don't care!!!
I LOVE SCORPIUS!!!
Now, Lily, can you do me a favor and not tell Hugo about this? I know he's your best friend and all but I don't want anyone to know but you and Daisy! My second-best friend and my best friend!
Thanks!!!! I mean it!!!
Don't you dare tell them,Rosie
It's just sooo awkward!!! And, of course, I told Hugo. Nothing could stop me from doing that.
So for the whole year, I was worrying about that. And it was awful. I didn't want my cousin getting hurt in a relationship, and it was also awkward discussing Scorpius. He was all she'd talked about back then, and she had to act extra-dramatic too. All swooning and whatnot.

I never thought of how it could get worse until her letter a month ago, in February. Valentine's Day. Obviously, Scorpius just had to ask her out on V-Day. Rosie said yes, and told me to not say anything of this to anyone.

I told Hugo all of it, and he was always mature enough to not tease Rosie or mention it to anyone else. I am very glad I have a friend like him. I don't know what I would do without him. Suffer in solitary silence when trying to block out those disgusting romance stuff that Rosie wrote on her letters? Probably.

But, anyways, as for my birthday, I got lots of presents. Of course, the best one is that Hogwarts letter, but I didn't mind a large-sized toy broom from James, a diary from Albus, and a medium-sized tawny owl from Mum and Dad. Birthday presents from my family are always awesome; they understand me well enough to give me presents I like.

I understand them, too: Al is the studious type, who doesn't really mess around, so an invisible rubber farting weasel from the joke shop wouldn't work. Maybe a book or a collector/tourist item. As for Jamie, he makes trouble, so an invisible fake farting weasel would serve him well - nobody would know who passed gas right in front of Scorpius's face in Potions. As for my parents, Dad likes to joke around sometimes, but I wouldn't get any joke shop stuff for him. Mum is a grown-up, but she likes pretending to be a carefree teenager so she'd be happier and have less problems, so I'd give her something girly. Perfume, love potions to feed Dad, mascara, lacey, pink dress robes, whatever. Dad needs a book on girls, in my opinion. But he doesn't need it as bad as my uncle, Ronald Weasley/Ron/Roonil Wazlib. Don't ask me how he got that nickname, because Dad never told me. Mum didn't, either, but whenever someone brings up the topic, they exchange a humoured glance. As if recalling a funny, old memory from the time they went to Hogwarts with Uncle Ron.

When I go to bed the night of my birthday, I think about what my real birthday wish will be. When they ask me to make a wish, I don't make a real one in case James has a mind-reading device from the joke shop or whatever that's been invented that I don't know of. I pretend to make a wish, or do a fake one, and save the real one for when everyone's in bed and I'm sure James isn't trying any tricks.

This time, for my eleventh birthday, I wish that Rosie wouldn't get hurt in her relationship with Scorpius. Obviously they'll break up in the end; nobody gets married with their boyfriend/girlfriend from when they were twelve. But, I wish that when they do break up, it won't be a too-painful blow to Rosie. Whichever way that's possible, I can't think of right now, but I really wish that whatever that happens will save Rosie from getting hurt.

I know that a normal eleven-year-old doesn't think the way I do. But I also know that everybody is unique, and special in their own ways. So what if I'm smart, or observant, or not? I shouldn't be proud just because I'm smart. I know that there will be people in the world who are smarter and better than me, and I know that everyone's different. So it doesn't matter. As simple as that.

My last thought before I fall asleep is that I will do some seriously sneaky, undetected, and clever troublemaking when I get to Hogwarts a few months later. James, Hugo, and Rosie will be more than happy to help...

Witchly,

Lily Luna Potter