Lily hesitated and then she nodded. “I’m related to James and to you,” she said slowly. “My father’s name is Harry. I’m his youngest and only daughter.” She chewed on her lip nervously, not sure how her identity was going to be taken by her paternal grandmother. James had seemed to take it very well, but he hadn’t actually met her face to face when she told him who she was.
Her next thought was that she hoped Sirius had told her grandparents about what happened in their world because she wasn’t sure she could come up for quick answers about why seeing them was both important and shocking to her.
“Before I came here, I was in my Sixth Year at Hogwart’s… Ravenclaw House.”