Lily Luna Potter

The Hogwarts Express lurched, mirroring the uneasy churning in my stomach. A new school, new people... it was all too much. I squeezed into an empty compartment, scrambling to stow my trunk. Then a voice at the door: May I join you. Seems like every other place is taken. A girl, small for her age, with eyes that seemed shockingly familiar. Lily Potter, she said, settling into the seat across from me. This trip just got a lot more interesting.