Full Summary:

Lily Luna Potter is expecting nothing but good times, as she comes back to Hogwarts for her sixth year of learning witchcraft and wizardry.

But then a simple walk through the grounds leaves her standing inside a Hogwarts castle, that is not hers, but her Dads.

Why was she sent back to the past? Why into the year of the Triwizard-Tournament, is there a reason for her to be there?

When she meets school heartthrob Cedric Diggory, she starts to believe that there's indeed a task for her...saving the innocent boy, who was killed long before she was born.

And she decides to take on that task to rescue him with all her force -and heart- but Cedric turns out to be quite hard to be saved...

Chapter One

The Red-Headed Potter

The streets around Grimmauld Place were quiet, a soft summer wind blew around the slim corners of the town houses and made the tree tops shiver slightly. The row of dark mansions stood up like a wall; calming and silent. The people living in the stone houses all lay in their beds sleeping. Well, all but one.

In house number twelve, there was still a light switched on.

Lily Luna Potter sat on her bed and folded panties and t-shirts. As usual, she had started much too late with packing up for Hogwarts. Her mother had been mocking her messiness the last few weeks of the summer holidays and stated, that Lily would never be finished with fixing her luggage before the Hogwarts Express left.

Now, staring at a bunch of clothes and school stuff, Lily figured that her mother had probably been right, like she usually was.

How she wished to just cast a spell on her rubbish and have it fly over into her suitcase but thanks to Uncle Kingsley, she, with her sixteen years, was not yet allowed to use magic when not in Hogwarts School of Magic and Wizardry.

Kids were only allowed magic if their life was endangered, Lily knew that because her father had told her that he once cast a patronus charm outside school to defend himself from a Dementor-attack and was therefore suspended from Hogwarts for a short time before he could prove that he was only protecting himself.

After all, packing her suitcase wasn't such a big threat to her life but an enormous one to her nerves. Still that wasn't too much of an excuse, she thought sighing.

Maybe she would just ask her Dad tomorrow although she saw quiet little hope in that, knowing that he was always very strict with his kids to lead a 'normal' life when not in Hogwarts.

That's why he had sent them to a muggle kindergarten, despite the few incidents, when for example his little nudgers had mysteriously made the spinach disappear from their loaded plates.

They also lived in a normal house in London, next to other muggle families at Grimmauld Place Number Twelve.

The house was big and bright but the rooms were stretched; not too wide but very long. Sometimes Lily felt almost a little squeezed in those rooms, but she didn't mind much, she loved her home. She would have loved any place where her family lived.

Her Dad had been living in the house from his eighteenth birthday on and when he got married to his mother, she moved in along with him and then came the children; James Sirius, Albus Severus and she, Lily Luna.

Growing up, Number Twelve was a tiny paradise for the kids, though eventually they got bigger and bigger and the place seemed to shrink around them, but Lily figured that this just appeared to be happening because she saw things from an other perspective...a few inches taller, so to say.

Her Mother had told them, that their home had once been hidden from the muggles and when her parents had their first child, they decided to break the hiding charms and jinxed everyone to believe that the old house had always stood empty and that the Potters with their charming little boy, were the just arrived new inhabitants.

They fit in well into the community and Lily had made many friends in London...but she surely had to keep her "special talent" secret from them. Actually she would have liked to tell them about her skills but that would have been too risky.

Lily had once when she was younger, asked why they didn't just move to a wizard community, so that she and her brothers wouldn't have to keep their identity a secret and then her mother had replied quietly: "Your father prefers it that way. In the muggle world he's just a normal families father and that's really all he wants to be. In a wizard community we couldn't just walk outside the house that easily" Lily could see what her mother meant.

Her father was none less than the famous Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the man that once and for all finished the Dark Lord Voldemort.

All of that Lily just knew from horror stories of her Dads godson Ted, who had lost both his parents to this most evil magician of all times.

Her Dad didn't speak about his past very often. When the topic came up, he just threw a look at Lily's mother and she would change the subject, knowing that her husband didn't want to be reminded of all that happened and all that was lost during the magical war that had taken place when Lily wasn't born yet.

Nevertheless there were enough people who knew the stories first hand and so her Dad was famous, more than famous, he was almost treated like royalty; the saviour of them all.

Growing up as the daughter of such a 'celebrity' hadn't always been easy for Lily.

When she came to Hogwarts the first time at the age of eleven, all the other kids had stared at her like she had something big growing out of her nose and she heard them whispering: "This is Lily Potter"-"Harry Potter's youngest"-"Blimey..."

Her bigger brothers, James and Al, adjusted perfectly to their popularity.

James because he was, frankly speaking, a big-mouthed show-off and shy Al because he liked that he didn't have to talk so much with people, because they were gushing all the time about how it must've been, being a Potter, and sparing him to answer.

But Lily was neither as happy about the kids thinking she was the best witch in the grade (never having seen her hold up a wand before) and generally being a great person just because she was the kid of a living legend, like James, nor was she shy enough to enjoy the constant approaching of everyone everywhere that wanted to interview her about her family so she didn't have to do the talking, like Al.

After all, she had learned to deal with it within the past five years that she had been attending Hogwarts; she knew how to shake annoying admirers of her Dads off her sleeve and her house mates knew by now that she was her very own person.

But still, it was annoying time and time again and sometimes she just wanted to be someone else, someone like Linh Chang-Carter, one of her best friends, whose parents were Cho Chang-Carter, a witch who worked in the muggle world and an old friend of her Dad, and Oliver Carter, a muggle.

Linh was never looked at strangely when she met new people, Linh was never questioned about her parents like they were suspects in a crime. And Linh was never thought of being a miniature version of her father, when really, she wasn't much like him at all.

Well, Lily did inherit some of her fathers qualities, like for example his messy hair, which was a shade darker than that of her red haired cousins, making her's a little more crimson than orange and she definitely had his small lips, she thought, looking at her reflection in the window.

She was actually quiet talented with magic, especially stunning spells and potions and just like her father she sometimes prejudged people she met and later learned, that they weren't what they'd seemed to be.

Like Scorpius Malfoy, whom everyone called Corey, the only child of Draco Malfoy, her Dads old best hated school mate.

She had heard the most horrible things about his father from her brothers and Hugo Weasley, the son of aunt 'Miony and uncle Ron, and Ted obviously, who always liked to tell scary stories about people -even about his own passed away father, who had been a werewolf.

When she met Corey finally on the train towards Hogwarts, she and her brothers and cousins said some terrible things to him and little Lily, pained with guilty feelings, sneaked away from her friends later to apologize.

"Why should I accept your apology? You have been very rude and said some bad things although you don't even know me", he had said calmly and threw the little girl completely off track.

She repeated her apology and turned to leave, when Corey said something that made her stop.

"My mother is a muggle, you know? My Dad has changed, he no longer is the man your brothers say he is"

Lily turned around to the boy who was two years her prior and studied his features.

He was about her height and his boyish-bright face was framed by bright blond slick bangs that he had clearly inherited from his father.

Lily was later to learn that he looked really sweet when he smiled and when his cheeks revealed deep dimples.

But right in that moment he was just staring at her steadily with his small blue eyes as if he tried to read hers.

From that day on, Lily had always stood up for him, when her brothers had been saying things about him and although they weren't real friends until year five, where he, besides finishing his N.E.W.T.'s helped her in Magical History when her grades where dropping, she had always been getting along with him and so had anyone else after some time.

Because Corey indeed was different. Although he was a Slytherin, (something Al had been really concerned with as him and Scorpius, along with Rose Weasley, Hugo's big sister and all the other kids had been sorted into their houses, two years before Lily was chosen for Gryffindor to join her brothers, Ted and Hugo), he didn't keep up any of the manners Slytherins where allegedly to have, he was friendly and polite and willing to help every one who came up to him. But Lily had never picked up the prejudices of her brothers about Slytherin, seeing that her cousins, Lois, Dominique and Victoire were all members of that house and she had always loved them dearly. To her, it didn't matter at all, in which house you were. After all, she also loved her cousin Rose, who was in Al's grade and she had been in Ravenclaw. So this was all but a matter of where your bed stood, not who you where as a person.

Lily reached for a postcard that laid next to her bed and read for a short while:

Hey Lilz,

I'm sitting at the beach now and all's well.

I took tons of pictures I have to show to you sometime.

See you before you get back to school!

Corey

PS: Say hi to Rose and Al, okay?

That was about all she heard of him during the whole summer holidays but Lily wasn't mad, that was just who he was.

If you told him to remember something, he would most probably forget it right within the next two seconds.

If you asked him to get something done, you'd surely have to do it yourself, but not without having called up on him for more than a week, because he promised to do it.

He never remembered dates and he was always fifteen minutes late for everything.

But Lily liked him anyhow because he was funny and they had a lot in common.

They, for example, both liked the same bands -muggle bands, that Corey knew from his mother and Lily from her muggle-obsessed grandfather.

They also shared the same sense of humour, they liked the same movies and also both disliked Quiditch.

Unlike of the rest of her family, Lily had never found bigger interest in the broom-ball-game, that her mother, famous Ginny Potter, had played professionally with the team of the Hollyhead Harpies until her brother Al had been born.

She just didn't find anything appealing about riding brooms and chasing a stupid little bee-ball, while being endangered to get hit from another bigger ball and get hurt badly.

She put the card back on her bed cupboard and continued packing. Maybe she would just ask one of her brothers to help her, she thought hopeful as she picked up yet another pile of books and quills.

When Lily woke up the next morning, the house was already rumbling with the noise of her family. Her suitcase was finally loaded with all her stuff and she was just exhausted because it had indeed taken her the whole night to pack it.

"Lily", her Mom's voice shouted again from below, her first shrieking yell had woken Lily up from her three-hour sleep.

She got changed into her Hogwarts-uniform and hurried down the steps to catch a short breakfast.

As she reached the kitchen, Al popped up out of nowhere and made her shriek in shock, he was eighteen, so he was allowed to use any kind of magic he wanted and was very eager to make Lily 'enjoy' every second of it.

The middle Potter-kid was pretty, slim and tall, his features seemed more mature than those of James, who was also smaller but a tiny bit more attractive.

When James finished school three summers ago, he had about five so-called flings all around Hogwarts and now, training with the Irish Quiditch Team, he already received more love letters of teenage girls with a massive crush on him than Quiditch-veteran and Russia's best known trainer Victor Krum had been getting during his whole career.

Al wasn't great with girls at all for he could barely talk to them. Lily had almost believed he would never meet anyone who got behind his timid ways, when he met Alexa during the holidays the year before he finished his studies.

Alexa was a muggle girl, always beaming with excitement over something or anything, always outgoing and loud.

Usually no one would picture these two together but they matched perfectly and Alexa adored Al just the way he worshipped her.

Lily was happy for him but also a tiny bit envious because she hadn't met anyone that was to her what Alexa was to Al.

People would always say, she and Corey should be together but that was only until they saw him and Rose together, plus Corey, being her brother's age was also very much like a brother to her. But, blimey, he and Rose would indeed make a good couple, she agreed with everyone saying it, the only people that didn't seem to notice where the two of them...

Al's hand striking her head and messing up her hair-do ended her trail of thoughts and she sat down at the table next to her mother, looking at Al fiercely for a moment. While she finger-combed her hair she looked at the slender woman, that had given birth to her.

Ginny Potter was almost forty but still looked stunningly beautiful and fit but more than that she had the mind of a young woman and was the most loving mother anyone could imagine.

She smiled warmly at her daughter: "You happy to go back?"

"Depends...", Lily answered truthfully, "I always like being at Hogwarts but I'll miss you and I'll miss Al around as silly as it sounds"

Her mother laughed a little.

"Lily, he's your brother after all", her Dad said walking into the long room, that looked as if it had been squeezed in between two wider rooms, "And you've dealed with James not being there last year as well, haven't you?"

The most famous wizard of all times flung himself casually onto a chair and took a sip of a coffee cup that his wife had put there for him.

"But he was also downright pain in the neck, this James", Lily insisted but smiled.

"All your other friends will be there, too...thinking of Linh, Hugo and Lorcan", he said encouragingly and smiled at her, "plus you'll be with us at Christmas"

"And maybe Corey will even come around", her mother said with a tweak of her eyebrow and Lily's head snapped over to her.

"Why would he come?", she asked her curiously.

"Oh, your aunt Hermione told me the other day that he and Rose have been seeing each other more frequently"

"Finally", said Lily and turned to Al to find him put his finger into his mouth as if he wanted to make himself throw up.

"The last time I talked to them they were so full of 'lurv' it was revolting", he muttered, thinking about his friends.

"It's not revolting, it's sweet", Lily shook her head and swallowed the last swap of Orange juice, before she got up to get her things. Knowing her family, they would probably be running late already.

Family Potter minus the oldest son, who was on a world trip with Ted and Victoire, entered platform 9 3/4 just in time to catch the train.

Lily was overwhelmed as always by all the people and tried to spot some common faces.

Out of the mist of hugging families she recognized her three best friends, who were already standing close together like everyday at Hogwarts.

Hugo Weasley's freckled face was framed with messy red curls that seemed like a curtain for his freckled cheeks, he had his back turned on Lily, talking to a boy of his class, while casually having his arm wrapped around Linh's shoulder.

Linh Chang-Carter was an Asian-Caucasian mix with straight and long black hair and honey-coloured skin. She smiled enthusiastically at Lily when she got to them.

Lorcan took her into his embrace immediately.

"So good to see you, I was a little afraid, the Branglers had gotten to you...they're all over London, my parents say", the boy said, patting her back as if to make sure, she was really unharmed.

Shiny gold hair falling over his shoulders like a yellow waterfall, Lorcan's eyes glistened as always when he informed his friends about the newest evil creatures his parents -Luna and Rolf Scammander, editors of the Quibbler- had come up with.

When the gong announced the soon departure of the Hogwarts-Express, Lily ran back to her parents to take on her luggage and say her 'good-bye's.

"Now you behave yourself and don't forget to write every once in a while", Lily's Dad said to her, like he always did.

"And give Neville our love", said her Mum and kissed her on the cheek.

"I surely will", grinned Lily, "if he'll give me anything from 'O' to 'A' on my Herbology OWL"

"I'll miss you", her Dad said, kissing her, too

"I guess I'll miss you, too", Albus said sheepishly as he stepped to them from a quick talk with Hugo, Fred and Roxanne and took her loosely into his arms.

"I'll miss you all, but you got to let me go now, because if not, I'll be missing the train"

Her brother released her from his grasp and her parents helped her to get the huge suitcase into the train just before the doors closed.

Lily waved to them from inside and already couldn't wait to sit in the Great Hall in front of a richly meal. Sure it would be a little weird not having her brother, both her brothers now, actually, around but...she was old enough to stand on her own two feet and there were still Hugo, Fred, Roxanne, Molly and Lucy, her uncle Percy's kids were still there.

"Bye Mum, Dad, see you, Al! Bye all you Weasleys", she waved enthusiastically at her uncles and aunts Weasley as the joined her parents farewells. She saw her mother ant Aunt Hermione talking to each other again and remembered to send Rose an owl for gossip as soon as she had a moment to spare in Hogwarts.

As the train station got smaller behind her, she went to search her friends and found them with the Longbottom twins Jean and Billy. Hugo shortly after excused himself to spend the rest of the way with his friends from his grade but Lily hardly minded; she and Linh had started wildly gossiping Corey and Rose and she couldn't blame Hugo for not wanting to be present for discussions over his sisters love life.

If anything, they'd have more than enough to talk about and with all things as they were, Lily was convinced that this was going to be a great great year at Hogwarts.