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Chapter I: Klutzy Lily
"Keep up, Lily!" he hollered, quickly glancing over his shoulder to see if his sister was behind him before turning back to face forward just as fast.
Pouting, the little girl shot a glare at the back of her brother's dark haired head. Lily was doing her best, but it wasn't any easy feat keeping up with her older brothers. They were taller, which made their strides longer. Hugging her stuffed pygmy puff closer, Lily sped up her steps, following after her brothers in a straight line on the trail. However, the youngest Potter had failed to see the protruding tree root, which both brothers' long strides had aloud them to skip over without notice. With her foot caught in the arched root, Lily fell forward, her knee hitting a jagged rock in the midst of breaking her fall with her hands.
Hissing in pain, the little girl called after her brothers. "James! Albus!" Tears welled in her eyes as she glanced around at the unfamiliar surroundings of trees, foliage, and a stream. Her brothers were nowhere in sight, nor had they responded to her call. They must have hiked further ahead than she had presumed. Pushing herself off the ground, she winced as a sting shot through her body followed by a cold sensation, which Lily realized was blood oozing from her knee. Feeling the tears drip from her eyes and trickle down her face, Lily called out again, but once more she heard no response. She was just about to sit down under the shade of the tree when she remembered the stream rushing beside the trail they had been following.
Picking up her stuffed toy, the little girl slowly made her way towards the bank of the stream, ignoring the stinging sensation emanating from her knee, and was careful to avoid any roots or twigs.
Reaching the stream's edge, it was then the young Lily Luna Potter noticed the large magnificent bird perched upon a rock in the middle of the water. It was breathtaking with its red and gold plumage, looking regal even as it drank from the stream. Nervously, the girl approached the water, gulping as she dipped her small hands into the cool liquid. Just as she was about to bring the water to her wounded knee, the large bird looked up, its dark eyes straight upon her. Lily stared back. She recognized the bird. It was the same creature from the stories her father would tell her. Lily was sure of it. If her father was correct, then it was a gentle bird.
However, that fact was not assuring as the bird fluffed its beautiful feathers, still gazing in her direction. Realizing what the bird was about to do, Lily clasped her green eyes shut, the breeze from the bird's flight ruffling her red hair. Opening her eyes, she saw the bird now resting on the bank beside her. Kneeling its head forward, the bird drew towards her. Lily closed her eyes again, her heart pounding. She felt droplets to her knee, and when she opened her eyes, she realized it was from the tears dripping down the bird's face. The cut upon her knee had disappeared right before her eyes. The pain was gone too. Her mouth gaped open. "T-thank you," she managed to say. Extending her fingers forward, she reached out to touch the bird, the familiar voices of her brothers pressed in the distance growing louder. Just as her fingertips reached the soft feathers, a loud pop was heard. Now instead of the regal creature, her eyes were beamed with bright flames spiraling down through the air. Lily yelped, quickly standing up and away from the flames. The bird was gone. And once the embers had dissipated, a single golden feather floating towards the ground graced Lily's green eyes.
xoxox
It was bound to be busy this time of year. That much was obvious. Usually, she did her shopping much earlier, when the narrow cobbled paths were less crowded. However, her father wasn't sure how the situation at hand would exactly unfold. That situation appeared to have unfolded just fine. Her current predicament, however was another story entirely.
"And klutzy Lily does it again!" Hugo's guffaws bellowed through the alley, causing a few passersbys to stop and gawk in their direction. Brow's furrowing, Lily felt her blood boil as the color in her cheeks rose. Her green eyes narrowed in her cousin's direction. Ignoring the hand extended towards her, Lily pushed herself up to a standing position and brushed her muggle attire free of any dirt. The alley streets could be quite dusty in her opinion. Frown still intact, she hollered in her cousin's direction. "Instead of laughing, you crazy ogre, you could help." Her eyes fell to the clutter below her. Freshly wrapped packages now lay scattered around the cobbled path that led to the bookshop.
"It's quite alright," a smooth voice stated that even others wandering the streets of Diagon Alley in the vicinity stopped to see who had spoken. Lily felt her breath hitch in her throat as the young man, who had spoken, turned his cool narrow width eyes, in the most enticing shade of blue-ish gray she had ever encountered, towards her in sympathy. "Really, Lily."
Swallowing the fact of how her name sounded when exuded through his lips, Lily turned away from him and instead bent down to begin picking up the strewn packages. "Sorry, Scamander."
Bending down so he was at level with the redhead, he too began gathering the spilled contents as a result of their collision. His lips tugged into a playful smirk, one Lily reckoned she was too often beamed with. "It was to be expected."
Her brows furrowed slightly, her green eyes shooting to him in annoyance. "Et tu Brute?"
He chuckled, a short of rumbling from the throat Lily found herself oddly liking. "Duly noted," he stated charmingly, reaching for a scale at the same moment Lily did. Their fingers brushed against each other for a brief moment, but it was enough to raise the rosy tincture of Lily's cheeks. Just as quickly, they released the scale simultaneously, and the young Mr. Scamander went to collect the hardback book his gray eyes had caught instead. A tiny smile took course upon his lips as he brought the book towards him and gazed at the familiar cover with fondness. "Fantastic Beasts and where to find them by Newt Scamander." Once he was standing, he extended the book towards the red haired girl standing before him. "For first years."
Lily took the book from his outstretched hand and nodded. "It's for the task at hand. My cousin twice removed. Jane Petunia Dursley."
Having picked up the remaining packages, Lily's cousin, Hugo Weasley stood beside her as the Scamander boy stuffed his hands into the pockets of his trousers, gazing between the pair with curiosity.
"She's being fitted for robes at Madam Malkin's," Lily answered.
The sandy blonde haired young man then nodded. Reaching for his packages, he gathered them into his arms. "Lily. Hugo."
Hugo waved with his free hand.
"See you back at Hogwarts, Lysander," Lily said through a sweet smile as he turned on his heel and began to head towards the bookshop they had exited prior to Lily's collision with him.
Hugo threw his arm around his cousin, watching as Lysander managed to pull open the door to bookshop despite the pile of packages in his arms. "A man of many words that one," he said through a chuckle, watching as the blonde disappeared into the bookshop. "Come on," he continued, pushing Lily towards the opposite direction and averting her gaze from the bookshop for Lysander was now out of site. "I reckon your cousin is done being fitted."
"Wand is next on the list," Lily said, picking up her steps, walking in stride with Hugo towards Madam Malkin's.
A grin plastered to Hugo's face. "My favorite part!"
xoxox
The three walked towards a rather shabby looking shop in Jane Petunia Dursley's opinion for nothing more than an old wand on a purple cushion graced the shop's display window.
Entering, their nostrils were instantly greeted with a heavy scent of wood.
"Ah, Mr. Weasley." A man with papery skin and wispy white hair appeared, stepping from behind a shelf of stacked dusty boxes. In fact most of the interior was covered from floor to ceiling with these shelves. "11 inches. Unicorn Hair and beech." The man's pale eyes then swept to Lily, her cousin Jane watching him with the utmost curiosity. "And what a pleasure, Miss. Potter. A rare wand indeed. Not a wood I normally work with. Rosewood. 9¾ inches and phoenix feather."
Lily merely smiled. It was always a joy to visit Mr. Ollivander for he always had this dream-like gaze when he talked about wands, which was currently similar to the gaze Hugo was depicting as well.
"And who do we have here?" Ollivander's eyes were now settled upon the smallest of his visitors.
Jane shyly stepped closer to Lily, her opinion of Mr. Ollivander still torn. The old man was either brilliant or utterly mad. "Jane Petunia Dursely, sir."
"Ah, yes." He stepped away from them then, his robes sweeping the floor behind him. Stopping before a shelf, he pulled out a box at what appeared to be at random and blew the dust off the top before lifting the lid and freeing the wand resting within. "There isn't a wand I don't remember," he said, gliding back towards the three with the wand encased in his hand. "For you see, Miss. Dursely, the wand chooses the wizard."
Jane stared at the old man through wide eyes as he extended the wand towards her.
"Go on," he urged, "Just give it a wave."
Uncertainly, Jane took the stubby wand into her own hand and gave it a wave, but it didn't do much.
"Perhaps not," Mr. Ollivander said in disappointment as he left to fetch another wand. But the next did nothing except knock over a few of the dusty boxes from a nearby shelf.
He appeared again with her third wand to try. "Vine. 9½ inches. Dragon heartstring."
This time when Jane took a hold of the slender wand, a warm sensation coursed through her body from a location Jane couldn't pinpoint. When she waved the object, elegant sparks emanated and danced around the shop before evaporating.
"Amazing," Hugo said in fascination as Lily applauded.
Jane gushed. "Oh my goodness."
Ollivander smiled.
As he wrapped the box encasing Jane's new wand, Hugo attempted to coerce Mr. Ollivander into letting him see his notes about wand making. Lily rolled her eyes as she watched his endeavor. However, her stomach was grumbling, making her impatient, and their was the consideration that she never left Diagon Alley without some ice cream.