DISCLAIMER: Most of the characters and some storylines are not mine. They belong to the AMAZING J.K.ROWLING, one of the greatest writers of this generation. Her books will stay in my heart forever.
All the rest I can actually take credit for (well apart from the video on the side, I just found that and thought it was pretty good for the story.)
Anyway I hope you enjoy my first ever story on Wattpad. Let me know your thoughts!
I looked into the bathroom mirror and scrutinised myself. The girl in the mirror had fiery red hair that fell to her waist. She had beautiful green eyes and her eyelashes were long and curly, each individually defined against her pale, freckly skin.
I lifted my hand to my hair and ran through the soft strands; the girl in the mirror did the same. I smiled at her and she smiled back, her emerald eyes sparkling as they caught the light. My name is Lily Potter, the famous Harry Potter's only daughter. The 'red-haired angel' as some people would say. The girl that every boy had a little crush on, no matter how hard they tried to deny it, and the girl that every girl wanted as their best friend.
I'm not vain or anything, I mean I didn't use my looks to my advantage. And I'm probably one of the nicest people around-
"Lily!" Someone was hammering on the bathroom door, "Can you just get out of there, what are you even doing? We have to leave in 10 minutes and you haven't even had breakfast. Mums going nuts!"
"Albus calm down, just tell her I'm busy, I'll get something on the train," I replied calmly rubbing at a spot on the corner of my chin.
"Well you still need to get out of there, I need to get in there," Albus replied, not at all calm.
"And since when have I cared about your toilet problems?" I said pushing his temper. I could practically feel him fuming. I smiled in the mirror mischievously and then turned around.
I flung the door open "kidding, have the-" and almost got hit in the face with my brothers knuckle. "Excuse me! May I ask why you are trying to hit me?"
"Well I was actually just going to knock on the door but you kind of got in the way" he replied matching my sarcastic tone and shuffled round me to get into the bathroom.
"Knock" I scoffed, "more like hammer down the door."
"Kids" James, my eldest brother came down the stairs shaking his head trying to look disapproving but failing epically "no need to fight, it's only a bathroom" he said ruffling my hair.
"James! You just ruined it..." I squealed and practically ran up the stairs. Well I say ran, I more like hobbled considering the heels I was wearing. Let's just say I wasn't used to wearing these sorts of shoes, but I had saw them in the shop in France and I just fell in love with them.