The Story Of Lily Luna Potter: Part 1
written by Briar Rose
You have heard the story of Albus Severus Potter and Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. But what about Albus's younger sister, Lily Luna Potter, the one that was wanting to follow her brothers to Hogwarts two years early? It's time she had her story out in the world too, don't you think?
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Chapter Fourteen: Lorcan and Lysander
Chapter 14
"Hi, Lily!" said Lysander.
"Hullo, Lily!" said Lorcan.
"I oughta go to Transfiguration," said Lily loudly. "Oh, Merlin's beard, I'm late!" She swept past the Scamander twins swiftly, and feeling, almost immediately, guilty. She felt like she could hit herself. "Honestly? Ignore? You've got more cooler things... no, no, ignoring was probably the best way..."
She shook her head dismissively.
"Hey, Lily. Transfiguration book. You left it." It was Demeter.
"Thanks, Demeter."
Demeter grinned. "Of course." she responded. "Come on, let's go." She glanced behind Lily. "Is it the Scamanders?" she asked, looking quite excited. "Their great-great-grandfather is Newt Scamander, right?" she squealed.
"Yes!"
"I just adored him!" Demeter shrieked. "Is he alive?"
"I think he is. Wizards live up to one hundred and fifty years, don't they? He's 122 years old now, I think..."
"WOW. If I make friends with them, can I meet him?"
"Nope. You can meet him by making friends with me."
Demeter's eyes bulged. "WHAT?"
"When I was five, Luna and Rolf took me and Lorcan and Lysander - I mean Lorcan, Lysander, and me - to see him. He and Tina were amazing, really." Lily explained. She fixed her grammar...because Demeter was insistent on grammar. She said her mother was a professor in literature.
"Wow... so you can visit them?"
"They told me to visit anytime. I don't know if they meant it really, though."
"They won't be able to kick us out of their home if we barge in, though!" shrieked Demeter.
"You said you were late. Why're you chatting about?" Lorcan snapped, advancing on Lily and Demeter.
Lily stared. "What's it, any of your business?" she asked. "Should I do what you say, O Great One? Maybe if we do what you say and kill ourselves - I mean if I do everything you say and kill myself - will you finally admit you were wrong?"
Lysander looked horrified. "It's not that, Lily!" he said.
"No. He meant everything he said - he's demanding why I'm not in Professor McGonagall's class yet. We were going, and we will, thank you very much." Lily turned on her heel, stalking off. Demeter hurriedly followed.
"HEY!" yelled Lorcan. "You always get cross so quickly! That's why you have no friends!"
"What? I HAVE friends. Demeter, and... oh, I don't see YOU with friends, do I?" snarled Lily nastily.
Lorcan stopped, eyes large and mouth open, hanging.
Lily felt a twinge of guilt, but she brushed it away. "Your mother says to write often, Salamanders." she sneered.
"Lily!" cried Demeter.
Lily ignored her. But she couldn't help but acknowledge how much she was sacrificing to feel relish. She was sacrificing her nice reputation (it was actually ruined anyway), her friendship with the Scamander twins, her friendship with the Scamanders, her mother's kindness, and Demeter's image of Lily.
"I..." Demeter hesitated. "Let's just go to Transfiguration. I think McGonagall mentioned something about candles..."
"Hullo, Lily!" said Lorcan.
"I oughta go to Transfiguration," said Lily loudly. "Oh, Merlin's beard, I'm late!" She swept past the Scamander twins swiftly, and feeling, almost immediately, guilty. She felt like she could hit herself. "Honestly? Ignore? You've got more cooler things... no, no, ignoring was probably the best way..."
She shook her head dismissively.
"Hey, Lily. Transfiguration book. You left it." It was Demeter.
"Thanks, Demeter."
Demeter grinned. "Of course." she responded. "Come on, let's go." She glanced behind Lily. "Is it the Scamanders?" she asked, looking quite excited. "Their great-great-grandfather is Newt Scamander, right?" she squealed.
"Yes!"
"I just adored him!" Demeter shrieked. "Is he alive?"
"I think he is. Wizards live up to one hundred and fifty years, don't they? He's 122 years old now, I think..."
"WOW. If I make friends with them, can I meet him?"
"Nope. You can meet him by making friends with me."
Demeter's eyes bulged. "WHAT?"
"When I was five, Luna and Rolf took me and Lorcan and Lysander - I mean Lorcan, Lysander, and me - to see him. He and Tina were amazing, really." Lily explained. She fixed her grammar...because Demeter was insistent on grammar. She said her mother was a professor in literature.
"Wow... so you can visit them?"
"They told me to visit anytime. I don't know if they meant it really, though."
"They won't be able to kick us out of their home if we barge in, though!" shrieked Demeter.
"You said you were late. Why're you chatting about?" Lorcan snapped, advancing on Lily and Demeter.
Lily stared. "What's it, any of your business?" she asked. "Should I do what you say, O Great One? Maybe if we do what you say and kill ourselves - I mean if I do everything you say and kill myself - will you finally admit you were wrong?"
Lysander looked horrified. "It's not that, Lily!" he said.
"No. He meant everything he said - he's demanding why I'm not in Professor McGonagall's class yet. We were going, and we will, thank you very much." Lily turned on her heel, stalking off. Demeter hurriedly followed.
"HEY!" yelled Lorcan. "You always get cross so quickly! That's why you have no friends!"
"What? I HAVE friends. Demeter, and... oh, I don't see YOU with friends, do I?" snarled Lily nastily.
Lorcan stopped, eyes large and mouth open, hanging.
Lily felt a twinge of guilt, but she brushed it away. "Your mother says to write often, Salamanders." she sneered.
"Lily!" cried Demeter.
Lily ignored her. But she couldn't help but acknowledge how much she was sacrificing to feel relish. She was sacrificing her nice reputation (it was actually ruined anyway), her friendship with the Scamander twins, her friendship with the Scamanders, her mother's kindness, and Demeter's image of Lily.
"I..." Demeter hesitated. "Let's just go to Transfiguration. I think McGonagall mentioned something about candles..."