You do not have to read my A/Ns to understand the story! They're just a few weirdo lines that might turn out funny, and a humour disclaimer.
Wee! Long time, no story! Well, apart from Price Tag of course but that was still some time ago. As for Victoria, well... soon, my friends. Soon. I'm impatient to write the next parts.
Just because I am very proud of this Price Tag line, I'll recreate it for you guys :
-You are so sappy.
-Marry me?
-Sure.
Just a little dialog between Lily and James. Long traditional proposals make me a bit red and sleepy after a while, and as Tribal Girl told me she thought it funny, well I realised that yeah, it was one of my best lines !
This fanfiction is dedicated to her for being so nice and constructive. Thank you!
Description : Lily and James. Lily has fallen for James etc. and one day in September of their seventh year, a quidditch team of the future challenges it's 1977 nemesis. Lily watches and learns.
DISCLAIMER : Mrs. Rowling, I love you. I am a bit sad that you didn't continue writing, but I'll live through the pain and continue writing fanfiction without being paid, because that's the only thing I'm good at... No, seriously, I respect that woman's work too much to steal any of it from her, and I thank her with all my heart for writing it. :)
(Time-travelling fanfiction is new for me, please don't be too judgemental)
Lily heard subdued laughter from an end of the table and glanced over a few seats to where the marauders sat. A flash of longing, affection and sadness came to her eyes for a second, but she turned back to her pudding and took in another spoonfull. Suddenly she saw something else that caught her eye at the doors of the Great Hall and this time she turned her whole torso to look around.
What she saw was quite interesting really. There was a tall girl with messy black hair and shining brown eyes talking with Dumbledore. She had to admit, the girl was quite pretty. She was slim and had graceful, malicious features. She reminded her of... James.
Lily's stomach twitched. She would give anything for another of those stupid pickup lines right now. For those ridiculous requests to go to Hogsmeade. But she looked again at the tall girl and saw, next to her, a boy that must have been a year older. She squinted slightly and realised that his most striking feature was his eyes. They were bright green.
Just like hers.
At that moment, he turned around from where he was laughing with Dumbledore and the girl and winked at Lily, an affectionnate look in his eyes. He nudged the James-girl and motioned to Lily with his chin. The girl swivelled around as Lily blushed and looked back into her place. If she had looked a second longer, she would have seen the her exchange a hopeful, excited look with the boy next to her. They then glanced at James, who had only just noticed them, and the two young ones looked back to Dumbledore, giggling slightly.
Dumbledore laughed at a private joke and strode up to the High Table, casting a sonorus on his throat.
-Hm,hm. Excuse me! We have an interesting visit today, young ones. A Hogwarts Quidditch team of the future has managed to join us for a week and are going to challenge one of your Houses. I leave Miss-
-Potter, professor Dumbledore, Potter. The girl said, walking up to his place and casting a similar spell on her throat.
A few students chuckled and aaah'd. Some boys whistled, and James, recovering from an obvious shock and thinking that she was his daughter, growled at a few of them.
-Thank you, thank you. I come from the generation after the generation after yours, and if you don't believe me then I suggest you ask professor Slughorn to brew some Veritaserum.
For those of you who might get their hopes up, we will not tell you your future. Except in the utmost important and crucial cases, of course, but these will be extremely scarce.
Let me tell you this : never, in my life, have I ever lost a quidditch match, except once when I was playing against my parents, and they are-will be- very, very, very good quidditch players. Trust me. We-me and my team, that is- will be staying for eight days and will challenge one team per day.
As we are Gryffindors, and that I can see from here that there are quite a few free spaces at the tables, I will ask my dear fellow Gryffindors to host us for the week, and, without waiting for your answer, I am about to tuck in with my Team. Thank you, all!
Instantly, chattering rose and after a minute, Sirius, awed, exclaimed feebly :
-Boy, Prongs, she has got to be your granddaughter or I'm the Queen of Britain!
-No such luck for you, Padfoot, my dear older brother James would have died of shame had he been named after a muggle monarch with white curly hair.
The boys spun around to see the very girl that they Sirius been talking about.
She chuckled at their expressions and sat down in between Remus and James, the former who smiled at her. She smiled back, winking slightly, and turned to her grandfather. He tried to start a conversation.
-So.
-So indeed.
-You're my granddaughter.
-Yes.
-And, may I ask... One of your parents is my... child?
She looked at him with the sarcastic expression that James usually used when Sirius was being daft.
-No, I fell from the sky and my name is «your granddaughter».
Remus snorted and shook his head at James, a face which clearly said : «James, the kid of your kid is besting you in witty lines!» James scowled darkly at him and turned back to her.
-And, erm, what's your name?
-That's... not something I can tell you right now, I'm afraid. Sorry. But my second name is Luna, so you can call me that.
-Oh. Luna t'is then! Right. And who's your gran?
-That's for me to know and you to wonder, m'dear.
A second passed, and then Remus choked on his food. «Luna» smiled as the former chortled throatily.
-No way!
-Yes way!
As they were doubling over in fits of giggles and snorts, Sirius lifted an eyebrow.
-I think, he enunciated loudly, that Prongs and I here are missing something.
This only made Remus and Luna laugh louder. She waggled her eyebrows at Sirius, and, at this moment, a voice exclaimed behind them :
-Why, Luna dear, you're flirting with someone thrice your age! Aren't you ashamed of yourself?
James glared at the tall, green-eyed redhead boy behind them. He evidently saw Lily in him, and did not see the possibility that, in any way, they could be related.
Which was obviously quite stupid of him, let's face it. I mean, how long has he been asking her out? Does he really think he's that unattractive?
Remus, seeing that James would just sit there scowling at him coldly, motioned for the boy to sit next to him.
-And what would your name be? The werewolf asked kindly.
-Albus, replied he, returning his smile.
-Poor boy, doesn't have anybody to live up to, huh? Luna grinned between mouthfuls of food.
-Look who's talking, have you told them your name?
-Nah, I'm waiting for a more... dramatic scenery, you know?
Remus' eyes seemed to pop right out of their sockets. Once again,...
-No way!
-Yes way! Exclaimed Luna and Albus at the same moment. They erupted into new fits of hearty laughter and Sirius and James growled, exasperated.
-Somebody, enlighten us, please?
Aw. I really thought that if I got enough work into it, I could make it a one-shot. Obviously I was wrong. Sigh...