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Chapter 1 : Going home
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A/N: This is my first try at writing Lily and I hope it works out well... This story will tie in with my fic Dream for me, but it can stand on its own, so you can understand this without reading Dream for me. Please leave a review if you like it!
Lily had never been a person to go all mad over a boy. She was happy to be single, not to have to dress up any time she left the house and quite frankly Lily was too much invested in playing Quidditch to ever stop and think about a boy. While her friends tried to convince her to go out on dates instead of playing best buddy with adorable Quidditch players, her parents were secretly happy she was keeping away from boys at least for the time being.
For if Lily had actually taken care of her wild mass of red hair and dressed up she would certainly have caught a Quidditch player’s eye without aiming a bludger at him. However, Lily had no intentions of doing so. At least that’s what she thought until she returned home for the Christmas Break in her fifth year.
The journey on the Hogwarts Express hadn’t felt terribly long for her, because she was crammed into a train compartment with her entire Quidditch team. Her cousin Roxie had started a conversation about the new Speedstick 2020 when they had left Hogwarts and everbody had been chiming in with technical details, stories from family members that worked in the broom industry and, of course, the news about Scorpius Malfoy. Draco Malfoy had promised his brat of a son the brand new top broomstick for Christmas and of course Albus had told her about it, wanting to make her jealous. The awful thing was that he had actually succeeded. Damn it, Lily thought, if only Mum hadn’t forbidden Dad to buy me a Speedstick 2020!
Beeing a professional Quidditch player herself, Lily expected her mother to understand her desire for a broom of the newest kind. The Speedstick 2020 discussion did not cease until they reached King’s Cross. That was when Rose, Lily’s favourite but lately a little nervous cousin, came bolting into their compartment. “Hugo, what are you doing here?” she asked, completely out of breath.
“We had some team issues to manage, Rose. What’s the matter?”
Rose’s reply came faster than a gun shot. “I need your help smuggling Dad’s Christmas gift to his car without Mum seeing it. We talked about that only four hours ago!”
“Ok, ok. So I’m coming. No need to get upset, there’s still plenty of time until everybody has left the train.” Hugo answered, rolling his eyes as he turned around to his Quidditch mates to wish them a happy Christmas.
Rose only gave a short “goodbye” and left the compartment with Hugo in tow and Lily couldn’t help but wonder whether she had done anything that had upset her cousin, because she had avoided her for weeks. She looked at Roxie, who just shrugged.
The disadvantage of being Harry and Ginny Potter’s daughter was that you couldn’t get out at platform 9 ¾ without finding your parents surrounded by fans, friends and people who were just gawking at them. Making her way through the crowd with James, who was suggesting stealing Malfoy’s new broom once they’d return after the holidays, Lily waved for her brother Albus, who had been at the other end of the train, most probably with said Malfoy.
“James stop talking about this, Albus will hear you and then he and Malfoy will get up to some weird retaliation”, Lily hushed her older brother. Being the older one of us, he should know better, she thought. Albus joined them silently and they walked up to their parents. Albus was never one to talk loads and grandma Molly insisted he was more of an introvert person than any Weasley in three generations.
Lily’s Mum and Dad were in an excellent mood, because they always enjoyed spending Christmas with the family. Ginny immediately drew Lily into a firm hug and attempted to do the same with James, who bolted away. “Mum, you’re embarrassing me!” he whispered through clenched teeth, so all the people standing close and talking to Harry wouldn’t hear. Ginny gave him a mocking look and put her hand on Harry’s elbow to remind him that they had to take care of another issue before leaving.
Harry smiled at his wife and then at his children and Lily could detect the faintest hint of upcoming doubts on his face. “I’m happy to have you all back for the holidays, but this year we have to make a few arrangements because we’ll be having guests.”
Oh God, not uncle Percy and his awful family again, Lily thought. They had already ruined one Christmas in her only 15 year long life and she didn’t dare imagine having to cope with their ridiculous ideas of table manners and presents for a second time.
“Lorcan and Lysander will be staying with us this Christmas, because Luna and Rolf are still…er, well I’ve forgotten what exactly it is that they’re hunting in the Rainforests…”
Harry looked at Ginny, but she seemed to have as little clue as he did as to why Luna and Rolf were missing Christmas with their sons.
Lily, however, didn’t wonder about what the Scamander parents were up to, but what kind of company their sons would make. They’d proven to be good players for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, but Lily had rarely spoken a word with them in years. Anyway, they’ll probably make better guests than Uncle Percy…
Before Harry could elaborate on his usual ‘we have guests, so please stick to your best manners’ speech the Scamander boys turned up, each a huge oak brown trunk in hand. They were identical twins and looked identical in many ways, but Lily remembered that she had seen a scar on Lysander’s left arm last summer.
“I’m sorry that your parents couldn’t make it home in time”, Ginny greeted the boys, “but we’ll do our best to have a great Christmas with you.”
“There’s no need to be sorry, Mrs. Potter. We understand that our parents can’t give up on the Lockaroos this far into their research.” Lorcan answered and Lysander nodded.
Oh Merlin, Lily thought, who knows whether these boys won’t go Nargle-hunting in our garden?
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