Hello, everyone!
I wrote When the Snow Falls 2 years ago, when I was truely a different person. I have thought back upon it several times since, with a sort of regret and disappointment in myself. I have decided to rejoin it, and rewrite it. For those of you who have already read When the Snow Falls, it will be changed. I imagine that the initial plotline will not change too dramatically, but, as an impulsive writer, I cannot promise you too much.
This story is, foremost, about the children of Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermoine. But, of course, children of various other charecters will emerge, including the charecters themselves. But it is also about the child of Draco Malfoy, Scorpius. It is about how the children carry the legends of their parents upon their shoulders, but manage to continue on and make legends of themselves.
And, of course, it is about a curse.
The curse that it focuses upon, by all laws of magic and not, should not exist. This much has been said by every person I consult, as does Lily and the others in the book. The curse was cast upon Harry and Ginny's youngest child, Lily Luna Potter, when she was about five years old, by my guess. This curse messed with her body. She could no longer trust her senses. Every moment she lived was spent in either agony or grim anticipation. Harry and Ginny, desperate, took her to the finest healers there were, but to no avail. They could not help her. It was the Dark Arts, they said, A new kind of Dark Art. One they had never heard of. One, they said, that only He Who Must Not Be Named could have inflicted, or one of his close followers.
Harry was horrified. How could someone have touched his precious daughter? And how had her brothers escaped unscathed? Harry was positive that Voldemort had never gotten near his daughter, as he had killed the wizard himself, and that Voldemort never had the foresight nor the doubt needed to fuel the idea, to cast a spell to hurt Harry's decendants. It made no sense - how could such harm come to him, when it was supposed to be over?
Ginny was equally horrified and confused. She, however, had an idea about how it might have happened. Bellatrix Lestrange, she cursed, had cornered her in the Battle of Hogwarts. They had been on the verge of dueling when Ginny had felt something shift in her, like she had been moved a few inches to the side. She had blinked, hesitated, and it had taken only that moment for Bellatrix to leap at her. If not for Hermoine, Luna, and her mother, she would have died then, and still nearly had in the duel anyway. She had thought Bellatrix and all her curses gone when her mother had struck the foul woman down, but now she suspected that Bellatrix had cursed Ginny - Ginny and her first female child - or all of them? It was too much to think of.
And so Lily grew with the curse. She suffered, and her family did as well. Lily became weak, unable to fend for herself, and unwilling, for it may have set off another attack. But then she entered Hogwarts, and that was when her life changed forever, and she slowly became the determined young woman that fate had intended to come all along.
And so this is the story of Lily Luna Potter, and of James Sirius and Albus Severus. And of Rose, Hugo, and Victorie Weasley, Teddy Lupin, and Scorpius Malfoy.