A/N.:For those of you not familiar with the next generation of Harry Potter, here they are. I took the liberty of changing some of their ages and wizarding levels, but it isn't TOO drastic. They will appear in the story. She marries Rolf Scamander, son of accomplished wizard naturalist, Newt Scamander. Lysander and Lorcan are Luna's kids.
I have moved Scorpius from his usual place of Second year and into first year. It's all for the storyline, so don't kill me.
I hope you'll enjoy this next generation fic very much.
Lily Luna Potter: The New Silver Trio
Chapter 1
Birthday Shopping
"Do you worry that you're not liked
How long till you break
You're happy cause you smile
But how much can you fake
An ordinary boy an ordinary name
But ordinary's just not good enough today."
~Superman's Dead, Our Lady Peace
August 20th, 2019
First off, Lily Luna Potter was a witch.
There was no doubt in that statement. Her mother was a witch, her father was a wizard, and her two brothers James and Albus were wizards.
And so was her mother's parents, and their parents, and their parents, and their parents, all the way down to the Peverells.
To top it off, her father was very famous in the wizarding world. This wasn't saying much, but it was. She was the youngest in a family of five, and the youngest cousin in the Weasley family. The order was the following, as James so kindly reminded her of everyday.
First was Victoire Claudette Weasley, daughter of Fleur and Bill Weasley. She was part-Veela, with her sultry good looks, and her permanent beauty. She never had bad hairdays in her life. Neither did she have to work extremely hard at life. She charmed the heart right out of the most hardened teachers, and she was a favorite of the headmistress, Minerva McGonagall.
Next was Molly and Lucy Weasley or the twins, as everyone fondly dubs them, the only daughters of Percy and Audrey Weasley. They were the first to break the Weasley tradition and instead they went to Ravenclaw. They were extremely talented, extremely energetic, and extremely annoying. When they were paired up with their counterparts, Lysander and Lorcan Scamander, the gates of Hell would break loose. Percy had enough on his hands at work without the number of owls that constantly flew into his workplace with news of their latest crime. They were trickster, troublemakers, the next generation of Fred and George Weasley in female form. However they were different in many ways. Molly would always be the first to remind her sister not to put their toe across the line whereas Lucy was the brains of their little operations.
Not too far behind was Roxanne Weasley, eldest child of George and Angelina Weasley's children. A tomboy right from the start, she would constantly be seen with Lily and her cousin Louis. She was a hardworking, down-to-earth person; it was a wonder she wasn't in Hufflepuff. What she lacked in brains, she made up for in sweat and good hard work. She was the backbone of the Weasley family, the one who tied them all together. A peacemaker and a pacifier, she always knew what everyone was doing. Her leadership qualities were outstanding.
Then there was Dominique Weasley, the middle child of Fleur and Bill. Although she was born in the same week as Roxanne, Dominique was truly different in many ways. It seemed as though she was destined to become a Gryffindor. A bit reckless at times, she knew how to rein herself in and pipe down when the time was right. She was the brightest witch in her year, and it seemed like she didn't need to work at all, which caused a huge number of feuds between her and Roxanne. Despite their shaky differences, both witches were great friends, but due to their personalities, they would rarely go on outings.
Lily's favorite cousin in the world was Rose Weasley. She looked and acted like her mother, Hermione Weasley. In fact, if not for her blue eyes, she wouldn't believe that her father was Ron Weasley. Known for and intelligence that rivaled Dominique's, she would rarely be seen without her older cousin. Preferring classical literature over Quidditch games, she'd always be seen poring over old volumes and textbooks, doing "research". Lily couldn't recall how many times she had to pry Rose's eyes out of a book, but she knew it was pretty often.
Rose's brother Hugo was the odd one in the family. Her Uncle Ron usually hung out with him, because he really wasn't good at making friends. He would cower at little things, especially spiders, just like his father. It was no surprise that he didn't like Quidditch at all. He was, and is, fondly nicknamed, "The Lil' Blubberin' Wreck", and he hated his nickname with a vengeance. The only people who called him that was Uncle George and James.
James was another problem Lily had. If she had to mention all the times her brothers had teased her and tricked her, she'd have become a senior without realizing it. James Sirius Potter wasn't "serious" at all. At home she'd always have an eye out for him, just in case he had chucked a Dungbomb under her bedroom door by "accident". Albus Severus Potter, the middle child however, was always persuaded by James to join in on the fun. More often than not he wouldn't though. Albus was a kind heart, and a wuss at Quidditch, mainly because he had the stamina of a billy goat. But James was a prodigy on the field. He was a Seeker for Gryffindor, and already a couple of professional Quidditch teams were keeping tabs on him.
But Lily was a different story. If James had to play Chaser against her, she'd win 9 over 10 times. It was obvious she had inherited her mother's Quidditch genes. Ginny Weasley would always go down with Lily to the pitch to play Quidditch with her the whole year.
That would be another thing Lily would miss. She was starting her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She was happy and excited, but she was also anxious. She wanted to stand out, and rise to the top. She wanted others to remember her by her first name, not her last. She wanted to get out of her father's shadow.
She opened her eyes and found herself staring at a pair of big orb-like eyes.
"KREACHER!" she shrieked, and the elf toppled out of her bed and massaged his head. "Mistress need not scream." he grumbled. "Master Harry wants you out of bed, Mistress Lily. Chop chop!"
Lily was quite fond of Kreacher and she was certain the feeling was mutual. But today was a different story.
She turned around in her bed, facing the wall. "Five more minutes please, Kreach'."
"No no no no NO! Up your get!" Kreacher said, raising a finger threateningly.
She got up at once and massaged her back. "Great wake up call." she glared angrily at the old elf.
Kreacher chuckled. "Doesn't Mistress not remember? It's your birthday!"
As soon as she heard that, Lily Luna Potter scrambled back into bed.
"Lily Luna Potter!" Lily groaned. Kreacher had warned her he was going to tell her father, but did she listen? No matter, Harry was already at the foot of her bed and had a stern expression on her face. She sat up immediately with wide eyes.
"So the birthday girl decided to sleep the whole day, eh?" The corners of his mouth jerked upwards and he ran forwards and gave Lily a big hug, much to her surprise. "Happy eleven years, Lil'." he said with tears in his eyes.
Lily rolled her eyes heavenward and scrambled out of the covers. "I'm only eleven, dad. Stop being such a fuddyduddy. You're an Auror, and you're not supposed to cry." Harry looked at her. Fuddyduddy? But his youngest child was already bustling down the stairs at full volume. He scrambled behind her, to put the covers on Sirius's mother.
Pretty soon the distant shrieks were starting up as Albus and James came out of their bedrooms at maximum energy levels. "Give that back James Sirius! I mean now!" Albus roared, almost colliding with Lily down the stairs. He sidestepped her, burst down the railing, and football-tackled James to the ground. The pair of them were writhing and squealing.
"You give that back!"
"Or what?"
"OR I'll kill you!"
"PFFT. You're too pansy to try!"
"What?"
"I said you're too PANSY to try!"
"OH YEAH? SAY THAT TO MY FACE, YOU WANK-"
"Albus Severus Potter!" Ginny Weasley was bright and early that Saturday morning. Dressed in a summer outfit, she wore an apron and an expression of distate. Her hand was clutching a wooden spoon ominously. Albus turned white as a sheet. "B-b-b-bu-... but James d-did..-"
"I don't want to hear it!" she said, a steely glint in her eyes. "Now get dressed." Both boys did exactly what their mother told them to do, and they ran up the stairs like a ghost was following them. Her expression softened as she saw Lily sitting on the bottom of the stairs with a half-sleepy expression, followed by her father, whose hand was sliding off the handle railing. "Wake up you two. Honestly, you look exactly alike."
Indeed they were. Both Lily and Harry's facial expressions were the same. When it came to personality, that somehow changed. Lily was the ambitious one in the family, always starting and finishing projects when she felt like it. Her objections strayed as much as her mind did. Harry always humored her whenever she included him in her many adventures. Their father/daughter relationship was a highly unusual one, but a strong bond nonetheless.
Ginny was quite happy that Lily had inherited her Chaser skills. These days, she could never find similarities with her children, except for the red hair on Lily and the auburn hair on James. She practically had to threaten Lily by taking her Nimbus away whenever she forgot to do chores. But one thing was certain: Lily L. Potter and her mother had the same hardworking and strong characteristic around them. That much was certain.
"What didja cook now, mum?" Lily half groaned, half yawned. Ginny looked at her disapprovingly. "Your favorite, dear. Blueberry pancakes." At her words, a fire burst through Lily like never before. In half a second, she was grabbing a plate, cutlery and a pancake, the next she was pouring syrup all over it, nearly flooding it in her haste.
Harry laughed, and quickly joined his daughter, but not before giving Ginny a kiss as thanks. She blushed, and muttered meaningless things, which made Harry grin even more.
"Dad? Are fe gointh thou Diagon Alley?" Harry raised an eyebrow sternly. "Don't eat with your mouth full, Lily. You'll turn into Uncle Ron." Her mother laughed warmly.
Lily swallowed an enormous amount of pancake, feeling it go down her neck slowly. Thumping her chest, she spoke again. "Are we going to Diagon Alley, Dad?"
Harry and Ginny looked at each other, smiles creeping up to their faces. Lily looked at the scene with amusement. Her parents were funny that way sometimes. After a few unspoken words, Harry eyes came back to his daughter. "It's your birthday, Lil'. Sure we can go to Diagon Alley."
"Yes! Because I need to buy spellbooks, potion ingredients, quills, ink, parchment, a Hogwarts uniform, and a ... a wand!" She said the last part with so much emphasis. Harry knew she had fallen in love with magic. "I could make a table disappear, turn mice into teacups, make a peacock lose its color, put a giggling charm on James, oh the possibilities!"
Her chair had fallen down in her excitement, and she was now standing. Then she calmed down and looked at her pancakes thoughtfully. "I think this was how Rosie felt when she had her first year." A goofy grin broke free and she smiled at her parents. "Could I have an owl?" she asked nicely, giving them puppy dog eyes. Harry blinked. He couldn't remember when she got to be so close to him and Ginny. Her nose was almost touching their arms.
"Pleeaaase?"
Harry thought for a moment, then turned to his wife. Ginny looked at him, a secret smile hidden on her face. "What do you think, Dad?" she said coyly, sliding an arm around his waist.
"Hmm. I might give it a thought, Lil'."
"Yes yes yes yes yes yes YES!" Lily yelled around the room, knocking down a few priceless vases in the process. Just when she started a war dance, Albus and James burst through the room. It was evident that they had been spying.
Harry put a knowing look on his face. "Extendable Ears, huh." James' cheeks turned red and Albus' face turned pale.
Ignoring that their obvious plan was foiled, James put his ideas into action. "If Lily can get an owl, how come Albus and I can't have one?" he crossed his arms in disapproval and Albus nodded his head like an innocent puppy.
"Ugh, you got yourself into this, Harry." Ginny said, raising her hands in resignation. "Don't come crying to me when this all blows up in your face." She strode to where Lily was still dancing and quickly stopped her.
"You do a lot of crying, Daddy." Lily innocently pointed out. The face of aghast was permanently etched across the Boy-Who-Lived's face as he was confronted by three kids under the age of 14.
"How are you, Mr Potter?" a wizened old man was leering at him. Tom the barman was still at the Leaky Cauldron, a permanent fixture in the old pub's long life. Years of work and solitude had made him hunched over and tooth-less. While Albus and James thought he was weird, Lily thought he was interesting.
"Good. Just going through, Tom. I'm sure you understand." Harry smiled.
Tom scratched his head as he saw a small river of redheads and raven-haired people. "This the family, 'Arry?"
"Yes," he said carefully. Tom looked at Lily, who grinned back at him with her large green eyes. "Who's the little lady?"
"Lily Luna Potter," Harry replied proudly. "Our youngest. Beside her with the dark-red hair is James, the oldest. The one who looks like me is Albus." the father gestured to his children, and all but one should obvious signs of distress.
Ginny spoke up. "My name is Ginny, and I'm Harry's wife." she greeted him cordially, shaking his wrinkled hand.
"Beau'iful, beau'iful. You'll be off now, eh?" Again Tom leered. "Yes," Harry said and he steered his family into the brick alley.
He pulled out his wand and tapped at the four surrounding bricks. Even after all these years watching Lily family go in and out of Diagon Alley, nothing ever prepared her for the entrance to Diagon Alley. The bricks made a passageway, following her father's orders, and even the dust from them was real. Lily just couldn't get enough of the idea of magic.
The gateway was opened, and the ongoing chaos inside it. Witches and wizards were everywhere, buying cauldrons, selling potions, trading off used books. It was every bit as magical as Lily wanted to be.
"Hey, Lilykins! Check out the Quidditch shop!" James yelled, grabbing his mother's hand. "Let's not." Albus whined, being dragged by an impatient Harry. Lily sighed, and followed. Let it be said that you can take the Potter out of Quidditch, but you cannot take the Quidditch out of Potter. It was true on many forms.
"Coming!" she yelled, running to the display booth. What she saw made her mouth drop in amazement.
It was the Speedshot, the fastest, almost Apparition-like broom ever created. There were many rumors about this new broom, some were believable, others were simply absurd. One of them was that the broom could Apparate. Lily had known that this was almost true; it could travel as fast as you could Apparate. But another wasn't so believable; you could travel to Mars on it. At this remark, Lily had rolled her eyes at. Everyone knew that Cho Chang was the first witch to travel to the moon on a Firebolt and a few bubblehead spells; no one else had tried anything else of the sort. Most likely it was her godmother Luna Scamander had made up that rumor.
"Lily! Look, it's a Speedshot!" James squealed, drool coming out of his mouth. He had his face pressed to the glass, and it was slowly getting dirty. James was a rather funny person when it came to Quidditch. The simple word "Snitch" and "broomstick" could make James Sirius Potter faint from lack of breath. Sometimes Lily wondered if he was able to ride a broom at all, or if he would just wet himself in excitement. But Lily knew he was good at Quidditch. She had played against him countless summers at a time, after all.
"Let's go in!" James whined, tugging at his mother. Ginny looked at him with annoyance. "As much as I'm in awe of this new Speedshot, let's not go in. We might get tempted to buy it." she shot a look at Harry, who grinned sheepishly. He too was caught drooling at the new broom.
An impatient snort came out of Lily's mouth before she could stop herself. Her family looked at her in surprise. "Why don't we buy our supplies then meet back at Florean Fortescues' Ice Cream Parlour?" Lily suggested, reminding them of their real mission.
"Right," Harry cleared his throat. "James, Albus, you're with Mum. Lily, you're with me." Harry and Lily watched as her brothers and her mother drifted out of sight, on to Madam Malkin's.
"Dad?" Lily asked. Harry looked down at her questionably. "Why aren't I going to Madam Malkin's?"
Harry laughed at her question. "Sorting yourself before you're even sorted? That's different, even for you Lil'."
Lily sighed, messing up her short bob. "It's no surprise, Dad. I'll be in Gryffindor, just like you, and mom, and James, and Albus, and Louis, and Rose-"
"You never know Lil', you never know. Your mom and I were half-expecting Albus to be in a different house."
"Really?" They were in front of Ollivander's.
"Yes. To tell you the truth," his voice dropped to a whisper, so Lily had to crane her neck to listen, "The sorting hat almost put me in Slytherin."
"I don't believe you," she crossed her arms and peered at her father suspiciously, making him laugh.
There were a lot of things Lily had to buy. First she and her father went to the Apothecary to buy new potions ingredients for her, and as Harry's ministry robes were becoming too worn out, they made a quick stop at Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions, where they bumped into Bill and Fleur with their family of three. Louis was starting the first year too at Hogwarts, which made Lily more excited than ever before. But there was too many things to get, so Harry assured Fleur that they would spend the evening at the Leaky Cauldron with them.
Harry let Lily go to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, where they met Luna and her husband Rolf, along with the twins Lysander and Lorcan. Lysander pushed her to the Muggle tricks and showed her a great many things. Most likely he wanted her to get it for him because he knew that Harry was a partner in George Weasley's shop. Luna was busy examining the little pygmy puffs with a dreamy air, while Rolf was looking at the protective gear at the back. Whilst Lily was at the back and Luna was at the counter, Harry took the time to talk to George, who told them how they had to renovate the place even more. Harry only realized this when George showed him the back. It was bigger than the original place, which naturally meant business was booming.
"OK, Lil'. What's next on the list?" Harry asked jovially. They stepped out of the WWW, and were now under the stinging glare of the sun.
"Oh, umm..." Lily's eyes scanned the list. "First year students will require...here's the booklist...Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1, The A to Z Guide to a Beginner's Herbology..." She hardly noticed where her father was steering her to. Nevertheless, she stepped over a ledge and continued to read.
"...A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration...Magical History Book 1... that's it I think." Lily looked up from the list and found herself in Flourish and Blotts. Harry was shocked at the big list she had just read out to him. "When I was your age we didn't have that many books," he frowned, looking at the teetering pile of books she narrowly knocked down.
The manager came hurrying towards them. "Hogwarts?" he said abruptly. "Come to get your new books?"
"Yes-" The manager took a pair of tongs and hurried to the back. Lily looked at her father quizzically. Harry leaned down, "he thinks you're a third year." The man came back with a big leathery green book which was convulsing horribly. "Sir," Lily said quickly, making the manager stare at her, "I don't exactly need that, you see, it's my first year." The manager looked like he was about to faint.
"Yes, yes," he muttered breathlessly. He dropped the bound book in a nearby cage. "Don't you know how to tame them?" Harry asked. He remembered that Hagrid had showed his class how to calm them down when he was in third year. "Well yes, but someone came and poured Stinksap all over them, and they've been furious... why would anyone do such a thing?" he said the last part to himself and hurried away.
Lily giggled; she was quite happy the manager made a mistake. It made her feel older. She glanced at the list and headed to the Herbology section, Harry trailing behind her. "Here it is," she said, reaching out for a first year Herbology book, when a pale hand grabbed it first. "Wha-"
Her heart literally stopped.
It was the boy Lily had seen almost a year ago, at her dad's workplace in the Ministry of Magic. She was there to drag her father from his desk, as Ginny so kindly ordered her to do. Her parents had talked about it, and she vaguely remembered her uncle Ron (Rose's dad) talking about the boy's father, Draco Malfoy. As a matter of fact, his father was with him that same day, talking to her father, although Lily had no idea what the subject was about. His sleek, neatly combed hair was golden, his light grey-blue eyes defined him, and his pale skin only enhanced the stark contours of the boy's face. Lily had only seen a face like that in muggle paintings of "angels".
This boy looked... angelic.
"Oh so sorry," he said, looking at her with sincerity. He handed the book back to her. "What's your name?" he asked curiously.
Lily shyly replied, "Lily Luna Potter."
"Hmm," he said thoughtfully, "that's a nice name. I'm Scorpius." he indicated with a goofy grin.
"Lily." It was her father. "Say hello to Draco Malfoy, please." Standing beside Scorpius was another person just like him, only older. "Hello, Mr Malfoy," she said quietly. She whispered to Scorpius, "Is that your father?"
"Yes. Isn't he weird?" Scorpius whispered back. This made Harry and Draco look at their whispering kids. "Did you just call me weird?" Draco said, emotionless. Scorpius flashed a wicked smile and took Lily by the hand. "Let's look around Lily."
"OK." Lily allowed herself to be whisked away.
"...What with Dolores' case and all, you really should be careful," Harry was talking a mile a minute to an annoyed-looking Malfoy. "I know you're a prosecutor and all-"
"You know Dolores isn't innocent," Malfoy said, bored out of his skull. "I just have to make her feel guilty, and then she goes to Azkaban."
Malfoy was recently proclaimed as the best wizard prosecutor in the whole Ministry of Magic. He was a candidate for the Wizengamot, a winner of Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award, and a member of the Hogwarts governors' board. During the past few years, Malfoy had grown from the cold, sinister bully of the playground to a smirking, yet charismatic person. The amount of patience he had was overwhelming. He would rather hide from the press than hug them, and if Harry had heard that statement recounted to him a long time ago, he would have laughed his pants off.
"Well you have to be careful." Harry chided, as he grabbed a copy of Spellman's Spellmanary for Albus.
Malfoy snorted. "Yes, Mother." Harry frowned at him, but continued on.
"So how's the family doing?" That was the question Harry asked whenever he bumped into the pale-face wizard.
"Fine," he muttered. "Astoria's getting bigger everyday." Astoria Greengrass was Malfoy's wife through an arranged marriage that their families had proposed. They were a happy couple, but the relationship was tense. Astoria had been brought up to be a nice, homely pure-blooded wife, whereas Draco would have none of that. He wanted to have more excitement, rather than a submissive female who greeted him everytime he came home. They were having another child, and the birth date hadn't been fixed as of yet.
"That's nice." Harry said vaguely, but was interrupted by a tug on the arm. "Dad!" Lily and Scorpius were back. "Look what I found!" In her hand was a copy of Unfogging the Future. Harry's eyes went big. "Since when do you know about Divination?"
"Scorpius showed it to me, he said it was really interesting. Will I learn about it in Hogwarts?" Lily's eyes were so hopeful, that Malfoy had to fight a snort. Harry was shellshocked. Neither he nor Ginny had found any happiness whenever they were in Divination. The mere memories of Trelawney were enough to make them puke. Malfoy looked at his son sternly, as if to chide him on his behavior.
But what was really odd was that Draco now had his hand over his son's shoulders and was leading him out of the bookstore. "Hey, wait Malfoy!" Harry yelled.
It was too late. Father and son had already drifted into the lunch crowd.
"Did I say something wrong, Dad?" Lily asked nervously.
"No, honey..." Harry frowned, "Draco's up to something, that's what."
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