Chapter 1 : Chapter One
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“I can’t find my bloody socks,” I moan. “Al, where are my socks?”
Al, my brother, rolls his green eyes, which are the exact same color as our father’s. “Lil, you don’t need your stupid lucky socks. We’re going to be late and miss the train!”
“I’ve worn those socks every time we go to King’s Cross since first year. I can’t stop wearing them now,” I reply, sticking my tongue out at his back.
Plus, my lucky socks are adorable. They’re purple and they have these little blue hearts on each toe.
Albus simply doesn’t understand and so I tell him this.
He laughs at me. “Lily, look at your feet.”
I’m wearing my socks.
It’s at King’s Cross station that I despair over having the last name of Potter, which also happens every year. The Potter and Weasley clan is gigantic. I’m pretty sure half the kids at Hogwarts are in some way related to me.
It’s like a family reunion—every day.
Considering I don’t even like my family during the holidays, it’s quite depressing.
“Lily,” my brother James yells across the platform, “the train’s about to come! Get over here!”
“Merlin,” I yell back, rolling my eyes. “Do you think everyone heard you? Or maybe you want to say it again?”
“I swear you get more annoying each year,” James teases me, grinning. He rumples my hair, winking.
I glare at him.
“I’ll get your trunk?” he offers as a compromise.
“Okay,” I say, wrinkling my nose with a smile. “It’s pretty heavy.” I gesture to my suitcase, which is hard to even roll across the floor.
Hah. Serves him right.
James picks it up and immediately grimaces.
Time to flee, I think.
“Well, thanks,” I say. “See you at the feast.” With that I rush off.
And immediately bump into someone else.
The person’s trunk falls right on my toes, which I instantly take as a form of karma for making James lift my trunk into the train.
“Ouch!” I wince. “Watch where you’re going.” I add on “Please.” as an afterthought, looking up.
The person I bump into is a boy, my age or a bit older. He has rather golden, blonde hair and gray eyes. In fact, besides the fact that he’s quite attractive (which I try to ignore), he looks familiar.
“Lysander Scamander?” I guess. My middle name, Luna, is his mother’s name. He, his brother, and the rest of his family have been at quite a few Potter-Weasley reunions.
In front of me, his expression becomes quite ironic. “No,” previously-thought-Lysander-Scamander says.
“Louis Weasley?” I guess. Louis is one of the only blonde Weasleys, the rest being redhaired, like me. I haven’t seen Louis in a while but I’m pretty sure he didn’t look anything like this.
This is getting rather embarrassing.
“Lorcan Scamander?” I say as a last resort, remembering the other Scamander brother.
The boy raises a sardonic eyebrow. “Ding dong, we have a winner,” he says, an annoyingly superior expression on his face.
Yeah, well he doesn’t have practically twelve thousand cousins. Merlin.
“Oh,” I reply, searching for the proper thing to say. “That’s, uh…”
I suddenly remember that I’ve knocked his trunk over and snatch that as a way to get out of this rather awkward situation. I say, “Oh!” like I’m just remembering his trunk and bend down, trying to lift it up.
It’s so heavy I barely lift it up before my fingers slip off the handle and it lands on my toes again.
Blimey, I didn’t think blokes packed heavy trunks.
I try to stop from blushing, but it’s practically impossible.
And the other thought running through my head is that he, Lorcan, really is rather attractive.
He picks up his trunk, a smile (I prefer to think of it as a smirk, actually) on his face.
“Whatever,” I say, pulling the rebellious teenager card.
He nods at me, a small grin still on his lips. “Nice to see you again, Lily.”
His emphasis on my name, which he has remembered, does not go unnoticed by me. I flush again.
“Same to you, Lorcan. I’ll, uh, see you at Hogwarts, then.”
With that, I finally rush off, slipping onto the express with a sigh of relief. I’ve had enough embarrassing situations for a decade at least.
I slip into one of the compartments on the train where my family is residing. I sit next to Rose Weasley, who’s engrossed in a book, and Albus, who’s eating a chocolate frog and reading as well.
I steal the rest of his chocolate frog, ignoring his “Hey!” with a grin.
“Why thank you, Al,” I say. Poking me in retaliation, he goes back to reading.
Fred, Molly, Victoire, and James are in the compartment as well. They ignore my bickering with Al, giving me a few familiar smiles.
A few more Potters and Weasleys pop in through the train ride, in which I spend most of it reading Rose’s book and annoying everyone in the compartment.
I fall asleep about ¾ of the way through it, only to wake up and stumble out of the compartment to change into my robes hurriedly in the restroom.
Rushing past, I try to comb my unruly red hair with my fingers. As I rush past, I knock someone’s bag to the ground.
“Oh for the love of—“ I turn, stomping back to pick up their bag, when I realize, it is, yet again, Lorcan.
Or was that Lysander?
No, I’m pretty sure it was Lorcan.
“Stop being such an a—“ I tell him, still sleepy from nap and quite annoyed, even if it’s not his fault.
Lorcan looks ridiculously affronted. “Yes, because all of this was my fault,” he snaps at me.
I stomp away, blushing.
I haven’t even made it to Hogwarts yet, I think. Merlin, my lucky socks aren’t working at all.
Author’s Note: And there’s the first chapter! This is a quite new idea, and my first next gen story so please review and leave your opinions. I would love to know what you think of it.