Little Lioness

Summary: Most people know of James Potter II, the naughtiest child of the family and of Albus Potter, the boy who surprisingly made Slytherin, but this is not their story. This is the story of the youngest child of the Potter family, little Lily Luna. Following her birth through her Hogwarts years, it's time to tell the tale of the little lioness.

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JK, except any OC characters and the writing of this story. Those belong to me.

Chapter One

It all began on a windy day in August. A twenty-six-year-old Harry Potter shut the door against the whipping of leaves outside 12 Grimmauld Place, the home he shared with his twenty-five-year-old wife, Ginny, five-year-old son, James Sirius and three-year-old son, Albus Severus. She ran down and wrapped her arms tightly around Harry, pulling him in for a sensual kiss. Harry broke the kiss after a few moments and wrapped his arms around his wife.

"Hey! What brought this on?" he chuckled, holding her close to him.

"Nothing. I'm just pleased to see you, that's all. I missed you today." she smiled.

"That's nice, love. I should go to work more often if I get this reaction!"

He leant in for another kiss, but was interrupted by two tiny cannonballs leaping onto him, knocking him down onto one of the black leather sofas in the hallway.

"Hi, James! Hi, Al! How're my favourite boys?"

"Fine, Daddy!" smiled Albus, inserting his thumb into his mouth.

"That's good."

"Albus, James, could you leave us two alone for a minute, please? Mummy has something that she needs to tell Daddy."

The two exited the room, Albus falling flat on his face as he reached the hallway and James laughing hysterically at him. Once they were gone, Harry turned back to Ginny.

"Gin? What d'you want to tell me?"

"Well..."

"Hang on, what time do you have to get to practice?"

"Oh, I'm not playing this season. Harry, we're going to have to move, you know, this house is really small."

"Ginny, slow down. Why aren't you playing?" He was really confused and slightly worried about the situation. Ginny had only ever backed down from a season of Quidditch on two occasions. Both occasions were outside hitting each other with sticks. Harry gasped and looked from the boys to his wife. She was smiling at his realisation and began laughing. Harry laughed and pulled Ginny into his lap, kissing her passionately. He pulled away after a minute and put his arms around her, his hands resting over hers on her stomach.

"Harry?"

"Yes, Gin?"

"I hope it's a girl this time. I don't think that I can have four boys in the house with me."

They both began to laugh again, hoping that they would have a little girl to laugh with soon.

A/N: Sorry it's short, but it's just a starter. Please review and tell me what you think. Should I continue?