Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, with the exception of Lily-Rose. The rest belong to J.K. Rowling.

Chapter One: Craziest Week Ever

My name is Lily-Rose Potter. As you may imagine, due to my surname, my brother is Harry Potter. One little-known fact is that he wasn't the only one to have survived the killing curse. Most people don't ask me about my scar because it is covered by my hair. I am ten minutes younger than Harry. However, unlike Harry, I have a photographic memory. I remember pretty much everything that has happened to me since the time I was born. Not once did Professor Dumbledore, better known as Professor Bumbledore, think to obliviate us, so I know the whole of a certain prophecy that he doesn't want us to know yet. He actually sent us to live with our mum's relatives, going completely against her wishes. If she knew of their treatment of us, she'd hex them and him into the next century (him for sending, and keeping, us there, them for beating us and treating us like slaves).

As it happens, today is the day we turn 11. When I went to get the post this morning, I saw something that intrigued me very much, or rather, two somethings. You guessed it, they were our Hogwarts letters. Both addressed, "Harry/Lily-Rose Potter, the cupboard-under-the-stairs." That's right, the two of us shared a cupboard, it was barely big enough for Harry, let alone me as well. Our cousin Dudley, however, had two rooms. Allow me to elaborate, one to sleep in, the other as more of a garbage disposal. I pocketed them before I went back into the kitchen, where Harry was cooking, so that they wouldn't see them. Once we were able to sneak in a little time to ourselves, I told Harry to get two pieces of paper and a pen. Harry rarely questions me because I have never steered him wrong. I handed Harry his letter, and opened mine. Simultaneously, we took our papers and wrote that we would indeed be attending Hogwarts. There were two owls waiting outside for our replies. The next time we were able to get a moment to ourselves, Harry asked me what that was all about. I told him that magic was real, and that the strange things that happened around us was known as "accidental magic". He believed me because he knew that I had a photographic memory (he probably figured that it was something I remembered from before we came to our aunt and uncle's).

We took advantage of our time to get "new" school clothes later on that week, to get to the Leaky Cauldron. I asked Tom, the bartender, to open the door to Diagon Alley. From there, we went to Gringotts, where we met Griphook, our family financier. I remembered him from when mum and dad made their wills. I told him our names, he asked us for our keys, I told him, "Dumbledore didn't see fit to give them to us." He got this freaky sort of grin on his face, and told us that he would get us replacement keys as long as we were able to prove we were who we said we were. I told him, "Mum and dad came to you for their wills because, and I quote 'you're the only person we can trust to see that it gets carried out.' I was in the pram with the rattle." He looked at me, and said, "You have a photographic memory." I nodded in confirmation. After that, things got a little out of hand. We were given our keys to the trust vaults, and granted access to the Potter vault. It is easily the single largest vault in Gringotts. There we found letters, two addressed to us, and one addressed to a Ginny Weasley, and a Cedric Diggory, and one addressed to both of us individually. The prophecy was in one, the other was also very important information about the night our parents died. You see, I always knew that Harry's godfather, I say Harry's because mine is Remus Lupin aka Uncle Moony, Sirius Black was innocent of the charges against him. Thing is, I had no substantial proof. The letter about Uncle Padfoot was ironclad. After we had gotten enough money for our school supplies and robes, we gave the letter to Griphook to see that it got into the right hands. I knew that he would make sure that the process was expedited, mainly because I spoke to him with a great deal of respect, something that is rare from a wizard to a goblin.

While we were getting our books in Flourish and Blotts, there were several books that interested me. Top among them being books on Occlumency and Legilimency, I kind of liked the idea of having no one be able to reach into my mind to see my thoughts and memories, so we got them along with several books on offensive and defensive charms, hexes, and jinxes. I also got a few books on wand-less and wordless magic. I figured that we might as well begin training to become masters at defending ourselves. Since Harry knows the prophecy, we can start getting to work. Harry also picked up some books on wards, protection charms, and runes. From the bookstore we went to Ollivander's Wand Shop. Harry took forever to get his wand (holly, 11 inches, with a phoenix feather core), and when he finally did get it the message that came with it was very chilling. It seems that Harry and Voldywart have wands whose cores came from the same pheonix. Then it came time for me to choose a wand, or rather for the wand to choose me. It seems that Harry and I have a penchant for having particular wand requirements (holly, 11 inches, with a phoenix feather core), Harry and I had almost identical wands except my wand's core came from a different phoenix. After that we went to Eyelops Owl Emporium where Harry got a beautiful snowy owl, and I became enchanted with an owl identical to Harry's (Harry's is a female he named Hedwig, while mine is a male I named Archimedes). After we got the owls we were hungry, so we decided to go to the Leaky Cauldron for lunch. There we asked if there was anywhere we could stash our things while we got the rest of our school supplies, Tom obliged us and put them in a room he locked at no extra charge once he recognized us. That was a close encounter, just as he was about to blurt out our names I begged him not to because I did not want anyone to bother us. I know that we are famous, but that doesn't make the fame any less uncomfortable.

After an enjoyable lunch, we proceeded to get the rest of our school supplies. On our way back to the Leaky cauldron, I spotted someone I did not think to see until we got to Hogwarts, a one Rebeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Once I spotted him, I yelled out to him. To my great relief he turned around, and bless his heart he started running for us. He caught us up in a hug that knocked out our breath. He told me he thought that we wouldn't remember him, I told him that Harry didn't but I did because I have a photographic memory. When I reintroduced him to Harry, they both came out with huge grins the likes I have not seen since before our parents died. Hagrid told us that he was there on Hogwarts business, I told him that we were done with getting our school supplies and were on our way back to the Cauldron to get the rest of our stuff to put them in our new trunks. After we went our separate ways, we went back to the Cauldron, changed into a couple of new sets of clothes and got a decent bag worth of clothes, that way it wouldn't look as if we didn't get anything. We put the rest of our stuff in our trunks which would shrink and un-shrink as needed, without the use of our wands. I planned to read about the Ministry trackers on underage wands, that way I could take them off so that we could train while we were not in school. I did not plan on being caught unawares while not in school. We arranged for the owls to stay at Eyelops, and be sent to the train come September 1.

I planned to find out about the Diggory's and the Weasley's as soon as possible, that way we could set up a meeting between us to give them the letters. When I finally found them, I found out that both families lived in Ottery St. Catchpole. I wrote to both families, via regular post. I basically told them not to reply, to simply meet us at a certain place at a certain time and to bring Ginny and Cedric. I told them to ask me a question that my parents would know the answer to, but it had to be about something that happened after we were born, before they died.