Living in the Past: Lily Luna Potter's Story [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 1: Birthday Surprise

Author's Note: All right, guys! As of right now, this story has 6 reads, so I'm pretty happy about that. However, only one person has commented, and she's not even a member of Wattpad. I am extremely grateful to her because she is one of my best friends, but I personally find that pretty sad. Please, please, PLEASE comment! I don't think it's that hard to take a few seconds of your time to type a little blurb about what you think of the story. This chapter is dedicated to my friend Lauren Dillon, because she is the second person who read this story and commented (don't worry, Bridget, I'll make sure you get a dedication too). Now, on with the story! Thanks for putting up with my Author's Notes, guys!

Chapter 1: Birthday Surprise

The first thing I felt was a sharp, repeated pecking at my arm.

"Ouch!" I exclaimed sleepily. I opened my eyes to see Athena, my barred owl, standing next to me on the bed. Next to my nightstand stood a mound of presents and letters. "What the bloody hell...." I began as I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, trying to push the dream from my mind. Then I remembered what day it was. It was the morning of my seventeenth birthday. I had officially come of age.

Athena flew over to the small mountain of presents waiting by my bedside and carefully landed on the very top one. Then she turned, looked at me with her huge dark eyes, and hooted innocently. I smiled at her expression, which clearly said, Well? What are you waiting for? "All right, all right, I'm getting up," I said, pulling off the covers. I swung my legs over the side of the bed. "You're going to need to move, though," I told her. I could have sworn that she rolled her eyes at me before gliding over to perch on my shoulder.

I reached over and began to open my presents. I had received a gold watch from Gran, some sort of Muggle contraption from Gramps (it acted like a wireless but it was much thinner and you had to put songs into it . . . weird!), a purse from my best mate Mary, a new dress and shoes from Aunt Fleur and Uncle Bill, a miniature dragon from Uncle Charlie, some new pranking supplies from Uncle George, a new cauldron from Uncle Percy, a book that I had wanted from Aunt Hermione, and an orange Chudley Cannons poster from Uncle Ron (I decided not to tell him I supported Puddlemere United). But I still had to open Mum and Dad's presents. I decided to open Mum's first. I tore off the wrapping paper and found a small book. On it was a card - Happy seventeenth birthday, my precious Lily. It seems like only yesterday that I held you in my arms as a baby. Inside are pictures of the proudest moments of my life. I hope that you will always cherish them and one day maybe you'll decide to pass on this scrapbook to your children . . . after you've added to it, of course. Love always, Mum.

I opened the book. Inside were pictures of my mother - everything that had happened in her life from her first baby photo that she was proud of. After I'd finished going through a section of pictures pertaining to James and Al (I tried not to snigger when I saw their first baby photos without success), I reached a section entirely devoted to me. I couldn't help but smile as I flipped through the pictures, memories of days long passed (I laughed loudly at one of Dad chasing me as I rode my first broomstick and groaned with embarrassment at one of my first kiss). All in all, it was a brilliant birthday present. I made a mental note to give Mum a huge hug when I went downstairs for breakfast.

I set Mum's aside and picked up Dad's. His, too, had a card, although it was slightly longer than Mum's. Dear Lily, happy seventeenth birthday, love. I wish that my parents could be here to celebrate this happy day with us. I'm so proud of you for all that you have accomplished. You're the Head Girl at Hogwarts, Seeker for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and you're top of your class in everything. Not only do you have your Aunt Hermione's brains, you've inherited your mother's kindness (as well as your Grandma Potter's impressive temper, or so I've been told). I really hope that you like your gift, although you have to swear that you won't tell your mother about one of the things I gave you. I love you very, very much, darling.