Lily Luna Potter: Life Is Tragic

Chapter 1 - the Terror Attackers

Lily Luna Potter's PoV

Me and Hugo were secretly running around James' room, glancing out of the window every now and then for our Hogwarts letters'. Hugo had just had his 11th birthday two days ago, and mine had nearly been a month.

"What if I don't get my Hogwarts letter?" I asked Hugo. He could could clearly see the worry in my green eyes. (Inherited from my dad, Harry Potter)

"Of course it will come, Lil!" (This was my nickname) "You're the daughter of Harry Potter, the boy, now adult, who lived!" He exclaimed. We both laughed as we jumped, nearly to the ceiling, on James' bed.

James was downstairs with Teddy. He came over on Fridays, Thursdays, Mondays, Sundays and Tuesdays, and on Saturdays and Wednesdays, he went to uncle George and aunt Angelina's. James and Teddy were both 14.

Albus was playing Wizard Chess in his bedroom with Rose. They were both 13. James, Teddy, Rose and Hugo all got sorted into Gryffindor but obviously, me and Hugo hadn't even had a tiny peek of Hogwarts, just yet.

"What house do you wanna be in?" I'd asked him on his birthday. (As we were eating Mum's Muggle chocolate cake, which she had help with from her mum, aunt Molly.)

"Gryffindor, of course!" He replied, grinning.

I grinned aswell. "Me too." I said calmly.

But back to the present, I guess!

Me and Hugo were still glancing out the window, and we'd gotten so out of breath that we sat down on James' bed.

"What if James jumped on this bed?" I joked. "He'd hit the ceiling!"

We both laughed so much that my chest began to hurt, and Mum came stomping up from the noise!

We both squealed and ran into the wardrobe, where James' old clothes brushed against us. There was a faint smell of sick on James' clothes. Yuck!

Hugo was actually sick at that moment!

Probably from the terrible, putrid smell.

It spewed all over his play-robes, which we both got for our 10th birthday from aunt Hermione when James kept on boasting about how great Hogwarts was. It made us both angry at him, and we got into a wrestle.

But James won. Isn't it obvious?

"Oh, no!" I whispered, looking at Hugo's face full of horror and terror and fear and disgust all in one. Thforroisgust. (Heh, my silly made-up words...)

Luckily, Mum had gone into my bedroom, instead of James', where we were. I suddenly spotted James' Invisibility Cloak, which he got from dad, on the very top of the dim and dull wardrobe.

I jumped up and waved my arms around, but didn't even feel a thread. The next time, I just about touched the hood. The third time was when Hugo interrupted me.

"What are you doing, Lil?" He asked me in shock of my crazy actions.

"Trying - to - get - James' - In-vis-i-bil-it-y - cloak!" I grunted, still jumping up to try and get it.

"Hey hey hey! I'm bigger than you, so let me do it!" He grumbled, pushing me out of the way so he could get it.

My ginger hair touched a bit of the sick on his play-robes. Yuck.

In one feeble little jump, he easily grabbed the cloak and yanked it down. He thrusted it into my hands.

"Now what?" He whispered, suspiciously.

"We quickly wash you, and pretend that Albus and Rose were laughing, not us!" I exclaimed cunningly, forgetting to be quiet.

Mum suddenly darted into the room, peering around. We had to be fairly quiet because an elderly lady called Melissa Mole, who was our neighbour in our re-furnished Godric's Hollow house, had sensitive hearing, and would be deaf after more loud sounds.

She definetly wouldn't be OK with going to the Quidditch cup!

So anyway, mum was peering around and blah blah blah...

So Hugo quietly flung the cloak over us, which slightly brushed the smooth wood, and creaked the door open.

Mum screamed in horror when she saw the door open without anything pushing it, or so it seemed to her, and ran off, down the stairs.

"IS IT THE TERROR TACKERS?!" Dad bellowed, panicking. The Terror Tackers were, technically, a gang of new Death Eaters.

In the gang, there were the Death Eaters which had survived the Battle of Hogwarts and escaped Azkaban, which was around 3, and new people who plainly wanted power and respect.

"YES!" Mum screamed.

I gasped as the window smashed. Shards went everywhere, and men and women in black cloaks were creeping into the room.

Mum hadn't screamed because of the wardrobe door - she'd screamed because of the black figures on brooms!

A/N: (Whatever that means..) Cliffhanger!!!!! I hope you've enjoyed this first chapter! I'm going to make every chapter around 700 - 1000 words, so they're not short, annoying and choppy.

I don't mind constructive criticism, so feel free to give me some!