a/n: this is going to be a rather complex story I think. Its going to be about the next generation at Hogwarts but also end up as a H/D… It might take a while, but if you like my writing you hopefully won't mind sticking around… *pouts* Right? Right?

Our Children Did What?

Chapter 1 : I hate France

Lilly Luna Potter,

We regret to inform you that Beauxbatons Magical Academy has no choice but to issue an expulsion due to your frequent and unrelenting infractions. Appropriate warnings were given and explained, discipline was attempted, but to no avail. You have proved yourself a very difficult student, one we are not adept to handle. We have however placed a call to Headmaster McGonagall at Hogwarts Magical Academy and she has agreed to offer you a spot, with the exception that you maintain decent standing and do not start any more fights with your peers. It would be wise of you not to mess up this opportunity.

Sincerely,

Your Headmistress,

Madame Maxime

"About fucking time, I hate France."

I tossed the letter haphazardly across the desk. Now, how is daddy dearest going to react to this? Likely not well. Send a letter or floo over to see him? Hm. Well its either Howler or being yelled at I suppose. I'd really rather get this over with, and maybe if I'm lucky, my puppy dog eyes will still work on him.

I sauntered to the fireplace and grabbed a hold of the gritty powder in a bowl beside the hearth. I couldn't help but feel a little flutter of anticipation growing in my gut at my dad's reaction. I steeled myself for the upcoming battle and carefully intoned where I was going:

"12 Grimmauld Place"

Well damn, this place never changes. Dark and gloomy, with an air of foreboding, basically my favorite place on earth. Not. Jeez dad, hire a decorator, or a curse breaker, or something, this place is just depressing. Ever since mom left this place has really gone to shit. I will give it to Dad that he's a busy guy, Head of the Auror department and everything, but you would think that when he comes home he doesn't want to be surrounded by vicious paintings and dust so thick you choke when you breathe. I'm going to have to ask Aunt Hermione about getting this place cleaned I suppose. I sighed. Oh Dad, I really need to find someone to look after you.

"Hello?" I called.

"Lil?" I heard a startled voice ask.

"Yeah dad, its me" I chuckled. "Who else floos into your house uninvited and unannounced?"

"Is everything ok honey? Why are you here?" He asked, his brow furrowed. He had his worried face on, nose scrunched up in confusion, fear lingering absently in his eyes. I knew how to read this man like the back of my hand. Or maybe more accurately like my own face. Everyone always said how much we looked alike, except the was all me.

"Hi dad! Nice to see you too!" I rolled my eyes.

"Sorry sweetie, it's just... you don't often come visit me unless something's wrong" he sounded genuinely concerned.

I was his baby girl I suppose. Him and Siri are the most fiercely protective people I know, with Al keeping up a close second, but in a quieter way. Poor dad, if you only knew what I got up to at Beauxbatons.

"Well actually dad, there is a problem…" I trailed off, but started up again due to his panicked look.

Oh dear god. It was not that kind of problem. Not a Victoire and Teddy kind of problem. Yeah the whole accidental pregnancy thing totally caused an uproar a few years ago. I cannot believe that is where his mind went first! Thanks dad, appreciate the faith you have in me.

"Hello, Earth to Harry? Chill! It's not that kind of problem. But… I-got-expelled."

His face got suddenly serious. His voice was deadly quiet.

"I'm sorry?"

Oh this is not good, not good at all. I took a deep breath.

"I got expelled. Madame Maxine can't take anymore of my shenanigans so she's shipping me off to Hogwarts"

He gave me a puzzled look. Well dear me, this was not the reaction I was expecting at all. I was expecting magic breaking things, red faced Potters and a lot of yelling. Arguments got messy in our house - something to do with all of us having delicate tempers and a lot of magic to spare. Whoever decided to give us both of those things was not thinking clearly.

"Hogwarts agreed to accept a recently expelled student?"

I stared at him for a minute. He seemed almost relieved. Well damn, now I'm really confused.

"Well yeah, that is what the letter said."

He sighed.

"As much as I can't condone you getting expelled, I am bloody glad you finally got out of that French hellhole your mother insisted on you going to. I begged her for years to let you go to Hogwarts. But no. apparently Beauxbatons would help you turn into a lady or some rubbish like that. You're just lucky Hogwarts wanted you at all after half the shit you've pulled."

I rushed into his arms. This was his weird twisted way of accepting the inevitable and supporting me. Here I was scared for nothing. I love you dad. I won't say it though because I know how emotional displays make you uncomfortable. Don't think I haven't noticed. Maybe it always did, maybe only since mom's gone, but you really didn't like the L word. So I didn't say it. I settled for giving you a slightly awkward hug instead.

"Thanks dad" I murmured against his chest.

"Anytime Lilly-flower, I lo-"

"I know, you too"

I couldn't help but smile secretly at his use of my childhood nickname, and his attempt to force out the dreaded Love. I already knew it, he didn't have to say it. Huh, maybe this whole Hogwarts thing will be a chance for me to get close to my dad again. Maybe it's more of a blessing than I even originally thought.