Thank you for stopping by my story. I will do my best to give you the full Harry Potter universe experience, mystery, magic and adventure. Lily Potter and the mystery of the Primarii Lapidis is my attempt at making a sequal to J.K. Rowling's series. I hope you enjoy and please review. I also love if you have any super fun ideas. ;)
A small girl with wild red hair sped through the Kings Cross station, pushing a densely packed trolley in front of her. If one took the time to study her and her companions, they would surely have stopped in their tracks, shook their heads and wondered what kind of odd minority the group belonged to. As it is, muggles are far too busy worrying about their jobs, their complexion or their schedules to notice much of anything and the migration of strange people with pointy hats to the platform 9-10 went almost unnoticed. The little girl with the red hair led a group of four others, two older boys with black hair, each with a trolley of their own and behind them, a man with green eyes and round glasses holding the hand of his wife. The boys both had cages with owls, one brown and one grey, but a black cat lay sleeping on top of the girl's leather trunk.
The others were chatting casually, not really sharing the girl's tense attitude and they had to walk fast to keep up with her eager steps.
Finally. After three years of impatient waiting, Lily Luna Potter would board the Hogwarts express along with her brothers and her cousin Hugo. James and Albus had been teasing her every time they went off to the school of witchcraft and wizardry and had refused to tell her about their activities there when they came home, just to annoy her. Luckily, her cousin Rose was much more willing to share her stories about the magnificent place, and uncle Ronald wasn't shy to recapture his, aunt Hermione and dad's adventures either. The others eventually grew tired of hearing the same story over and over again, but not Lily and Hugo. It made them even more excited, waiting for that day when the crisp envelope with emerald green ink would arrive.
All in all, Lily Luna – or Lilu as they all called her, had very high hopes for the coming year and she couldn't wait another minute to begin her journey, hence the steadfast attitude.
There had been a minor problem when they went to Diagon Alley to buy all the mandatory supplies and she feared then, that she would be unable to attend Hogwarts at all.
"Mr. Potter, welcome back. Eleven inches, holly and phoenix feather core, although I believe you had the chance at much more powerful wand," the old silvery wand-maker greeted them. He looked tired and wrinkly, but he was the kind of man who preferred to die whilst working with his precious craft. "And who have we here?"
Lily liked how strong his voice sounded, in spite of his frail appearance.
"This is my daughter, Lilu," her dad explained and pushed her gently forward.
"Oh yes, little miss Potter, let's see what I can find." The man scrambled about his neatly arranged boxes and returned with one that he opened. There were no labels on it, and she wondered how he could distinguish them. "Birch tree, unicorn hair, slender and 10 inches. Give it a wave."
Excited to finally have a real wand she reached out, but the second she touched it, it chose to fly high up into the air and stay there, hovering over their heads.
"Obviously not," Mr. Ollivander mumbled and turned to search for another one. Lily looked to her father nervously and he sent her a calming smile. There was nothing unusual about a glitch in this shop. Ollivander had a wand for everyone and he always found the perfect match.
However, after having tried numerous combinations of tree sorts, cores and lengths the ceiling was beginning to look rather like a cemetery for old broomsticks, because of the many wands that kept escaping her. Lily was on the verge of tears and other first-year -wizards had formed a queue behind her, sighing loudly every time yet another wand flew up into the air. Mr. Ollivander had lost some of his usual serenity and was staggering along the rows of shelves, looking for any wand that might cooperate with the poor little girl. When he found the last wand he thought could work and it too darted upwards, the old wand-maker began to worry. "I think I ought to get a better look at you, Miss Potter. Mr. Dafundus, will you please handle the waiting customers?"
A young wizard appeared from behind the shelves and nodded at his master, before helping the next little boy in line. A blond kid, with grey eyes, accompanied by his tall mother. The boy looked disappointed to be robbed of this special moment with the famous old wand-maker.
Ollivander led them round the back into a crammed office. A crude piece of wood was fastened to a workbench and it was clear it was in the process of being carved into a wand. The small room was littered with tools and Ollivander made Lily sit on the only chair, which was missing one leg and was only able to stand because it leaned against the wall.
"Lend me your hands, Miss Potter, do not worry." He smiled reassuringly and she turned her palms towards him. With a strange golden apparatus that reminded her mostly of a candelabrum, he stroked her hands slowly and then placed his ear on the other end and listened.
Her dad was trying to seem at ease, but Lily could always tell when he was worried. "What's wrong with me, sir?"
The old man looked at her as if he knew she had done something naughty and winked at her. "Have you been doing a lot of magic lately, Miss Potter?"
Her cheeks turned rosy and she avoided her father's surprised glances. "Perhaps."
"Then that, my dear, is the answer. The wands does not want to choose you, because they think you already have a wand of sorts. You have been using your hands deliberately for making charms, yes?" When she gave a shy nod, he continued "It seems you are a little trouble maker already, just like your father."
Harry pretended not to hear the last remark, but could not help smiling.
When Lily was eight, she had her first accidental magic mishap. She had been visiting cousin Hugo, as she did whenever her mum and dad would allow it, and they had gotten into a fight because Hugo didn't want to be Voldemort in Lily's reenactment of the battle of Hogwarts. There had been some pushing and pulling on the top of the stairs when suddenly Lily put Hugo off his balance and he had fallen over the edge. Horrified Lily had tried to grab him and fell forward too. Closing her eyes she had waited for the inevitable pain, but the stairs had magically disappeared and been replaced with a plastic slide. They glided down and Lily landed on top of Hugo, but none of them were hurt. Lily had made a spell without knowing how. In their enthusiasm over the wonderful occurrence, they climbed up and skated down for the remainder of the day, until Uncle Ron came home. He had looked at them with stunned amusement and then joined them. Hermione had not been quite as pleased with the fact that her fine mahogany staircase was now a bright red plastic slide and initially thought that her husband was the architect behind the new interior design. When she learned what had transpired, she had a long talk with Lily about using magic responsibly. Of course, when Lily found out it was possible for her to do magic without a wand she spent countless hours trying to provoke another such mishap and eventually succeeded. Though aunt Hermione warned her that the Ministry of Magic detected and punished any underage wizard doing magic, Lily had continued her spells. She learned the words from her mum and dad, and had taught herself to master Lumos.
Now she regretted her actions bitterly. "If no wand will choose me, I can't go to Hogwarts!"
"Of course you can. Either you stop using your hands to do spells and eventually a wand will choose you, or you can take this." He handed her another wand. It did not look so finely polished as the others currently soaring over the line of customers in the shop and she reached for it warily. When her fingers touched the wood, there was no sudden swoosh and she grabbed it firmly just to be sure.
"Is it a special wand?" Harry asked, and Lily could tell by his voice that they would have one of his serious conversations later.
"It is not a wand at all. Just a piece of wood," old Ollivander answered and they both looked at him, not sure what to think. "There was a time when wizards did not need a wand to do magic. It is a shame that we teach the young not to develop this skill, because a wizard's body is the finest wand of all. Your daughter will not be disadvantaged without dragon heartstring or Kneasle hair, Mr. Potter. This little experiment might even make her a better witch."
"And if I suddenly can't make magic without a wand anymore?" Lily asked.
"Then I will make you a proper wand, Miss Potter. Do let me know how you fare at Hogwarts. This is highly unusual, but I suspect that runs in the family and that you, like your parents are destined for greatness."
She had made her dad promise not to tell Albus and James. They would never let her hear the end of it if they knew she could not get a proper wand and she was embarrassed by the fake stick, tucked up her sleeve. Lily decided that none of it mattered when they reached the entrance to platform 9 ¾ and she crossed through the brick wall effortlessly.
The great red locomotive spewed clouds of hot white steam into the air and it settled around the platform, adding to the mystery of the moment. She saw her brothers reunite with friends and was glad that Hugo was among the first-years also. At least she knew one person besides her brothers. They had already warned her not to cling to them. They did not want to babysit her and she was offended that they even thought she needed them. Lily could handle herself just fine.
She almost did not notice her mother reaching out to hug her, as she was busy getting to the train.
"My big girl," Ginny smiled with tears in her eyes and buried Lily in a hug. "Enjoy every moment and make us proud."
"I'll miss you too, mum," she said and released Ginny only to get caught in Harry's warm embrace.
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," he grinned and she nodded, her mind already searching for the door to the train.
"I'll see you for Christmas," she yelled and ran off as soon as her father let go. When she climbed inside the old wagon and saw the wave of other students she felt a marvelous sensation in the pit of her stomach. Lily Luna Potter was about to embark on the adventure of a lifetime. Although there was peace in the wizard world the 11-year-old girl was convinced that something incredible was waiting ahead.
The whistle announced departure, and Harry and Ginny Potter watched the Hogwarts Express carry away their children to a place that had brought them both so much danger and delights.