[A/N]: I found that the letters are a lot easier to read if you change the width to 3/4 or 1/2 of its original size. You can do this by using the buttons opposite my username that change the font size and page colour. I'm using Google Chrome so I'm not sure whether this will work for all browsers; it's just something others found helpful so I thought I'd share it with everyone.

September

Dear Lysander,

You're a freak.

You really are quite peculiar, or at least that's what James says.

James is my biggest brother, my best friend and I trust every word that comes out of his mouth. He's fourteen, the same age as you, but sometimes I think that he acts like a child.

Albus is my other brother. If James is the brave one, then Albus, at twelve, is the smart one out of us three. He reads almost as much as Rose, it's so annoying. I can't even enter his room because there are piles upon piles of books cluttering the doorway. Plus, he owns a snake.

A snake! I hate snakes, but I don't think Albus cares – he worries more about getting good grades these days than he does my feelings.

As for me, I'm eleven. But you probably already know that – being famous Harry Potter's only daughter meant that the public took an unnecessary fascination in me. James loves it when people recognise him in the street, but Albus and I don't – even my baby pictures were in Witch Weekly. Victoire was laughing about that one for weeks.

The only upside to being eleven is that I'm going to Hogwarts this year. I can't wait!

I hope I'm in Gryffindor, like James and my parents. You're a Gryffindor too, right?

James says he has no idea how that happened. To him, you're a freak, a loser, and apparently if you had an ounce of 'true bravery' you'd stand up for yourself once in a while.

James says quite a lot of things about you; it's a bit annoying actually. He hates you, Lysander, and sometimes he says such bad things about you that my mother is forced to threaten to wash his mouth out.

I don't think James means what he says, though. I've never met you but I do doubt that you're as bad as how James describes you.

Albus (for once) has a different opinion that's actually useful.

Because of him being both a Ravenclaw and Rose's friend, he spends most of the time in the library. According to him, you also hang out in there quite a lot and sometimes he's talked to you. Not properly. Nobody talks to you properly.

But Albus says he's talked to you about little things, like how pointless Quidditch is (Rose, I imagine, would be annoyed at this – she's going to try out for the Quidditch team this year) and what a bore Professor Vince's Potions lessons are.

I wish I knew for myself how boring Potions lessons are! It seems odd that someone would wish that upon themselves, but please try to see it from my point of view.

All of my cousins have gone to Hogwarts (except for Dominique, who went to Beauxbatons, but that's irrelevant). I've had to be there to watch all of them board the scarlet Hogwarts Express and try to pretend to be happy for them. I've always been jealous that I couldn't go with them, but of course I could never admit that. I'm supposed to be brave and strong; as cocky as James and as clever as Albus.

As if.

I'll never be like them. Between you and me, I'm not good enough to ever make my mark on this world except by being the only daughter of Harry Potter.

Sometimes I think that the only way I can ever get anybody to understand what I'm feeling is through a letter, which is why I'm writing to you. People won't listen in real life; they believe everything the magazines say about me being brilliant.

I'm nowhere near as brilliant as my cousins.

Why I'm writing to you, instead of someone who I know is lovely, like Victoire, is a complete mystery. Maybe it's because I don't know you at all, so I'm not scared of being judged by you.

I'm sorry for calling you a freak, by the way.

Lily.

Dear Lysander,

I'm so nervous I can hardly write I'm on the Hogwarts Express with Hugo now and I'm really frightened that I'll end up in Hufflepuff. There's nothing wrong with being a Hufflepuff of course – both Teddy and Victoire are Hufflepuffs – but I personally think if I got in that house as opposed to Gryffindor or Ravenclaw I'd just die. I saw Scorpius Malfoy before and goodness I hate that boy because James doesn't like him and James is ever so confident and how I wish I was like James! Instead I'm stuck with being silly old me who's worried about which house I'll be Sorted into when there are more important things to life as my parents say like courage and compassion but who cares about that when my life could be over in a few hours!

Hugo just told me off for making my sentences run into each other. I'm sorry for that; it's just because I'm really nervous and not concentrating. I saw you before, sitting alone in a compartment with only an Astronomy book to keep you company, but I don't think you noticed or recognized me.

That's probably because I had to get glasses yesterday.

I know. It's an abomination.

James and Albus wear glasses, but as Victoire fondly says James is cute, he can get away with it, and Albus uses the glasses to get the smart look down to a T. They both suit glasses. For James, they enhance his looks; for Albus, they enhance his personality.

Me?

They make me look like a weedy bush baby.

Despite the initial excitement of finally going to Hogwarts, my dreams have been shattered by the fact I'm now wearing glasses.

Oh, how my cousins will laugh when they see me. Even Hugo's mouth twitched when he first caught sight of them and he's supposed to be nice.

Sometimes he's about as nice as an enraged Hippogriff.

Anyway, I digress. The whole point of this letter is so that I can sort my thoughts so they become rational. I don't think talking about Hugo is really keeping to the point, is it?

Maybe I should go across the corridor and enter your compartment to meet you. I can drag Hugo along; you'll like Hugo, he's really sweet.

I hope you'll like me. It would be such a shame if I defied James to talk to you and it all ends in tears.

In fact, thinking about it, maybe I won't. James and his cronies are fooling around outside your compartment and I really wouldn't want to cause a fuss. Roxanne and Fred, the dreaded Weasley twins, are there. Their pranks at Hogwarts are supposed to be fabulous, even Albus told me that. Louis, Victoire and Dominique's brother, and Lorcan, your twin, is with them. The last two think they're oh-so-cool; it drives me insane when they come round to see James.

No offence, but your brother thinks he's so popular and attractive but in my opinion he really isn't. He's too full of himself, just like all of my brother's friends.

Well, Fred's all right I suppose, but Lorcan just makes me sick.

Even though you're twins, I think you're much better looking. You don't appear to be as arrogant as Lorcan and I really appreciate that.

Anyway, I should better leave this for now. Hugo wants to talk to me and he's getting a bit irate at my protests of "let me finish this one sentence!" which I've been saying for the last half hour.

See you.

Lily.

Dear Lysander,

I got in.

Famous Lily Potter is now a Gryffindor, just like her eldest brother, parents, grandparents … but of course you know that, don't you?

My scarlet uniform is supposed to be ready for me by tomorrow morning, on the first official day of school. Although I was nervous before, I'm suddenly excited again. It's really happening – I'm finally at Hogwarts.

Hugo's a Gryffindor too, which I'm so thankful for. It would be awful if I was left on my own in a new school, it would be like … well, it would be like I was you, to be honest.

I saw you again, by the way! You were sitting at the Gryffindor table (this seems obvious to state, sorry) and when I was being Sorted I caught sight of you. You were being ignored by everybody, of course, but our eyes met and a shiver went down my spine. Total sightings of addressee = 2

I gave the last letter to Rose to hand to you. I'm sure she'll see you at some point tomorrow; even though you're in different years and houses you both go to the library often so she'll probably give it to you then. I know I can trust her, but I haven't told her what my letters are about yet.

I think she suspects I'm sending you hate mail. Since James hates you and since I'm close to James, I suppose it seems rational that I would follow in his footsteps. I hope you don't see it that way or that it annoys you, but if it does just let me know and I'll stop.

It's really quite a comfort to write to you, Lysander. Even though you don't write back, these letters help me calm down and keep focus.

I still haven't talked to you yet, but when I do, I'll be nice to you.

Love,

Lily.

Dear Lysander,

I'm sorry that I haven't written for ages, but I've been so busy and distracted by school that I simply haven't found the time. Goodness, I'm turning into my brother.

Albus, that is. He's been so pompous lately; I think he's hoping he'll become a Prefect next year. He's always butting into everybody's business as though it is his own and frankly, Hugo and I are getting sick of it.

Albus thinks he can solve every problem under the sun, like Rose can. I tell you, it'll be a sad day for Hogwarts if Albus gets appointed Prefect. He's as patronising as they come and I wish he'd sometimes just shut up!

James has been funny, though. Already he and his gang have been plotting a prank and Fred let me in on some of it yesterday at lunchtime. It doesn't have anything to do with you, luckily, but I can't tell you any more than that or it would ruin the surprise.

Hugo's looking forward to it too; I think most of the school are. That's the odd thing about their pranks – even though the details are always kept confidential until the last minute, James and his friends have no problem in advertising it in the weeks leading up to the Big Day.

This Big Day (the day on which the prank's held) is supposed to be tomorrow.

Already three separate teachers have warned our class about not getting involved. As if that would stop us enjoying it, though.

Oh, I found out that Potions lessons are really quite enjoyable! Professor Vince says I have a knack for it, which made Hugo's face go stormy. He hates not succeeding … I reckon he's just jealous that I've beaten him for once.

He takes after Rose that way, but in my opinion Hugo's a lot more down-to-earth. Rose, as much as I love her, is too stressful for my liking.

Uncle Ron jokes that it's a good thing. It'll keep her away from boys, he laughs, as though Rose cares about that stuff.

She doesn't. The only boys that she's friends with are Hugo (doesn't count, he's her brother), Albus (again, only this time a cousin) and Scorpius Malfoy (James's face when he saw them all sitting together in the courtyard was hilarious).

I found that despite my initial impression of Scorpius, he's actually really nice. He's very rich, though, but when I saw Rose the other day she said that he's really sweet despite that.

Money shouldn't determine who you are, but in the Malfoys case it does. They flash it off so much it's a surprise it doesn't get stolen. Scorpius doesn't show off his money, though, which I'm thankful for. Maybe you, like him, would be different to what your reputation labels you as being.

I still haven't spoken to you, and I've been side-tracked by school so I haven't remembered when I've seen you and when I haven't.

Oh, well. You should know who I am by now.

Speak to you soon,

Lily.

Dear Lysander,

Well, that was a blast. Quite literally, as it turned out, so pun intended.

I don't think Fred and Roxanne wanted it to escalate that much – well, they did, but I don't think they meant it to. I'm sure the explosion was meant to be perfectly safe and controlled.

James, who's sitting next to me right now in the common room, said I can be really naïve sometimes.

What does naïve mean? I must remember to ask Rose.

I'm sure it's not good, so I certainly hope that James gets a good telling off tomorrow from the headmistress. That'll teach him to insult me.

On second thought, that sounds really mean. I'm turning into James!

In other news, he called you an idiot today for no reason. I'm sure you remember; you were right there when he did. I'm sure it wasn't your fault, but then again, people don't just trip over their own feet, do they?

Did you trip him, Lysander?

Is that why he called you an idiot?

Fred, who was nearby, said different. He told me afterwards in secret that James had deliberately tried to trip you up, failed, and consequently lost his balance and had fallen over.

I don't know who to believe. On the one hand I trust James because he's my brother, but then again Fred treats me like an equal and not a little girl who's three years his minor, like the rest of James's gang do.

Hugo's been really nice lately, too. He saw a girl crying in the Divination tower at break and he was really sweet; he took her to the Hospital Wing to see Madam Flaherty, who'd talk the girl through her problems. Sometimes I wonder whether Hugo is a nicer person than my own brothers, but then I tell myself I'm being silly. Of course James and Albus are lovely deep down; they're just too distracted to show it.

I expect this requires James to call me naïve or whatever it was again.

I don't know. It's hard having him as a brother.

Lily.

Dear Lysander,

Sometimes I think that writing to you makes the whole world -

L. N. Scamander,

I hate James!

Oh, he makes me so mad! He's just like your stupid brother Lorcan and their stupid friends and their stupid lives and oh, it's so frustrating!

It was all because of Rose. I hate her, too!

You see, I had just begun writing a letter to you (I was feeling upset because Hugo had snapped at me when he was doing homework and I was annoying him – well, it's not my fault Transfiguration bores me) and I was planning on handing it to Rose to give to you again. I'd shown her the last one (I let her read it; I could trust her enough and besides, it wasn't as though the last letter was very interesting, it was only about how James frustrated me) and she'd taken it away with promises to get it to you by nightfall.

Everything, so far, was going swimmingly.

Then your stupid brother decided to stick his oar in and mess everything up and ruin my life.

Why he was ever in the library in the first place is anyone's guess; it's common knowledge he frequently rants loudly about he wouldn't be seen in there even if he was on the end of a ten foot pole. But there he was, loitering around the Restricted Section with a few other Hufflepuff boys, and he happened to overhear the conversation Rose and I were having. She was telling me that it was lovely how I was writing to you, but then, what do you know; Lorcan sauntered over and snatched my letter out of Rose's hands without a care in the world.

He read it, of course. Curiosity is a part of human life; I don't blame him for reading it. I know I would have done the same.

But when Lorcan saw what I was writing and who the letter was to, he crowed so loudly I was astonished the librarian didn't beat him over the head with the broomstick she keeps by her desk 'just in case'. Just in case what, is the question that haunts many discussions about her, but your guess is as good as mine.

Then, if you will, he raced off and showed it to James! And I know he showed it to James because Molly Weasley was there and she saw him.

James wasn't happy, of course. He stormed into the library and had a raucous argument with both me and Rose, and Rose looked so close to tears it worried me.

As if that wasn't enough, James decided to seek you out and have an argument with you, too, as though any of this was your choice.

I decided there and then not to write to you again. You looked distractedly over to me as James was yelling at you, and when you caught my gaze your face twitched with annoyance.

So, you know what, I'm not going to write to you anymore. If you're angry at me for causing this, then Merlin's pants to you. If you should blame anybody, blame James, or Lorcan, or even Rose.

I don't think I should be punished for talking to you, just because nobody else does.

L. L. Potter