A/N: Hello everyone. :) This is my first story that I'm publishing to , so it would mean a lot to me if you would review once done! I originally wrote this for a fanfiction challenge on a Harry Potter fansite, but I decided I would also share it here. :)
"Would you look at that," the barista scoffed. "Lily Luna Potter has been sorted into Slytherin."
The woman across from her clashed her coffee cup onto the bar top.
"How could that be? The Potters have been sorted into Gryffindor for centuries!"
"According to Rita Skeeter, she is quite the disgrace. Look at these statements from her family."
The woman snatched the Daily Prophet from the barista, fuming as she read from the article.
"'Lily's placement into the house of Slytherin has saddened us deeply. After due consideration, we have decided to disown her in an attempt to clear the family name.' Father, Harry Potter commented, his face ridden with disgust.'How could anyone believe this rubbish? This is the same Skeeter that claimed there was an affair between Granger and Harry, correct?"
The barista reclaimed the newspaper, folding it and gently placing her hands on top of it.
"Oh how could you not have known this? Her name speaks for itself. 'Luna' as a middle name. She was named after that oddball Ravenclaw, who quite frankly I believe deserves to be in the nuthouse, of course she'd be the one to ruin the heritage."
The woman sitting on the barstool became increasingly furious and stood up, throwing some coins onto the bar.
"Excuse me, miss, but I cannot spend my hard earned galleons at an establishment where employees will so much as believe anything Rita Skeeter publishes in that cleverly disguised tabloid."
As the woman exited the Leaky Cauldron, she overheard a shouting match between three wizards, each trying to out-shout the last with their opinion on the factuality of the article. She rolled her eyes and continued down the narrow street of Diagon Alley, the crisp September air chilling her nose. When she arrived home, she recognized her husband sitting in the kitchen, scrawling on a piece of parchment.
"I assume you've read it?" She called out, however his hands didn't stop their task.
"Yes, Ginny."
Mrs. Potter entered the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water. She daintily set it onto the counter before staring at her husband, contemplating how to approach him.
"Did you owl Lily?" At the sight of Harry's head nod, she prompted him once more. "And what'd she say?"
"'It's so cool! I'm in the Daily Prophet!'" Harry slammed his palm into his forehead.
"Sounds like your daughter." She smirked and grabbed her glass of water, walking into the living room.