Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the other following characters except the OC's Tsubaki, Jordan and Carter.
If you take the time to click and read this story I do appreciate it! This story is going to be somewhat angst-y at times, since Lysander's being a little *insert vile word*. Anyways, you have been warned! With no further ado I present, Written in the Stars. Peace out peeps, not really, I'm still here but I promise I'll leave.
Okay, I lied. But on a quick note follow/review/favorite (no flames please). They'd really make me happy, and also this is somewhat short but it is an introduction so I didn't want to make it super duper long. Now, I'll probably be cocooned in blankets looking like a big fat Chipotle burrito if you don't know what that is than you haven't lived. Anyways, thanks for taking the time to read this story!
Full Summary:
"Why do you care?"
"A promised you I'd never leave you in the dark, didn't I?"
"It's already too late, you did."
Lily Luna Potter is taken aback, literally, when her childhood friend, Lysander Scamander appears out of the blue to attend his seventh year at Hogwarts. But the lively, lanky, crooked-toothed eleven year old she knows is gone and now appears a man who carries the weight of the past. Lily becomes determined to make Sander stop living in the past and move forward. But as she becomes entangled in it herself, she can't help but wonder if she's really cut out for the job.
Chapter 1
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The Hogwarts Express was bustling with chatter, something Lily Luna Potter was quite use to. The rumors that were currently thick in the atmosphere spoke of the Scamander twins who were returning to Hogwarts for their seventh year. Lily thought of the idea as preposterous because she had personally grown up with the twins in her adolescent years and her family would practically die of joy before seeing her off at King's Cross Station.
"I wonder if he still eats his boogers," Tsubaki Yoshida, her best friend mused, seemingly skimming through the pages of the book she held.
"And to think you had a crush on him," Lily's cousin, Lucy Weasley said. This caused her two and only male friends, Jordan Nott and Carter Brennan to snigger.
Tsubaki, and Lucy were the only ones out of the group of friends to have spent scorching summers at the Burrow. Tsubaki's parents were consistently traveling from Japan to London on the London Ministry of Magic's orders as scribes, although they resided in Godric's Hollow with the Potters. Lucy on the other hand being a Weasley practically lived at the Burrow, it was more of an unspoken ritual than a planned routine.
"Looks like you're gonna have to start digging for gold, mate," Jordan joked elbowing Carter on his ribcage. Tsubaki and Carter both turned a deep shade of magenta while Lily and Lucy laughed. Tsubaki because she was a total prude when it came to boys despite reading all the Muggle romance novels in the world and Carter because he hadn't exactly wanted the whole world to know of his feelings for his friend despite him turning into a tomato around every time he was around Tsubaki.
"Speaking of childhood crushes, what about Lily and Lysander?" Lucy piped in.
"What about us?" Lily said, her eyes narrowing.
"As I recall it when he left, you couldn't stop crying," Lucy said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. Although they were cousins, Lucy had an extremely hard time of letting people live down their most embarrassing moments. It was probably why she was good at blackmailing people.
Lily wasn't going to lie, she had cried when Lysander and Lorcan departed to Sweden, despite her irascible nature. When she found out that they weren't starting the same school in September it completely shattered her. Part of it was due to her crush on Lysander and the other one was that ever since Aunt Luna had made the announcement about them leaving, he'd slowly started becoming distant from her.
He'd promised to write to her every single day like his life depended on it—a foolish promise she'd made him make when they were eleven. But she had been the one to keep up with the promise, and Lysander's replies had seemed enthusiastic, but the strained sarcastic kind. And soon, Lily had grown increasingly tired of the monotonous routine and completely stopped anticipating his replies. Shortly after, he disappeared from her life, and that was only seven months into their first year. Her sorrow eventually turned to disappointment but never to hatred. The only other news she heard about the Scamander twins was that their parents, Uncle Rolf and Aunt Luna had gotten a divorce by the end months of second year and that they'd cut communication from all of their friends, including the Weasley and Potters.
"He stole my chocolate frogs, how could I have not been mad at him?" Lily lamely replied.
Okay, so maybe he had threatened to steal her prized collection of chocolate shaped frogs but that hadn't meant that he necessarily had. They'd gone missing a day prior to when the family was to see them off at King's Cross Station.
"You cried over chocolate frogs?" Jordan asked in mock-disbelief.
"Perhaps it was her time of the month," Carter suggested.
"Trust me boys, when I'm done disfiguring each of your faces you'll be crying a million times harder than I did when I was eleven," admonished Lily with a sickeningly sweet tone.
"Mummy, help me I'm so scared!" Jordan sarcastically exclaimed.
"You lucked out, mate. She's back at the station," said Tsubaki. She slapped a high five with Lily. The boys now had dismayed looks on their faces and Lucy was doubling over with laughter.
An hour passed and the trolley witch hadn't arrived yet and Lily's impatience was getting the best of her. She was mindlessly listening to the conversation Lucy and Tsubaki were having. The boys had ventured off into another compartment to greet some of their friends. Lily wished that she had gone with them.
"I'm going to find the trolley witch," she announced getting up from her seat. Her wallet was in her back pocket.
"Can you get me two cauldron cakes?" Lucy called out to which she replied to with a dismissive wave of her hand.
Lily was walking down the small aisle. She waved to some of her housemates and classmates who were either animatedly talking about something pertaining to Hogwarts or some other things. She ventured down the compartments until she realized she was going to the very back of the train. Since she was sitting in the middle of the train she assumed the trolley witch was to the front of the train.
Lily was about to turn back when her eyes glanced at a sleeping figure. Curiously, she peered at him and could see that he was napping. He was wearing a hoodie and was currently wearing the hood so that it was concealing his hair. Headphones were around his neck, and she made out the creamy complexion of his skin.
Similar to Lysander Scamander's.
The thought bit at her and the urge to confirm her thought overtook her. She found herself entering the compartment silently. She hovered over him examining his facial expression. He bore some resemblance to the eleven-year-old Lysander she knew, like the color of his dirty blonde eyebrows and nicely etched jawbone. His nose was not too pointy and not too stubby, just in the middle. Definitely different from the lanky, crooked-toothed eleven-year-old boy she remembered.
A smirk came upon the figure's lips and he hastily opened his eyes, "Boo!"
Lily found herself jumping back while giving a small shriek. Light blue irises met her sorrel ones and she instantly knew that he was Lysander. Her heart hammered in her chest, she was still recovering from his scare attack.
"You twat, do you want to die?!" she exclaimed.
"Do I scare you that much?" he queried amusement was laced in his tone.
"You just took me by surprise."
"So I still have that much power over you." It wasn't a question. So he did recognize her. He smirked and they looked at each other for what felt like eternity. She couldn't help but admit that Lysander's drastically changed face was attractive, very attractive.
"Why're you sitting here alone?" she asked.
"They were too loud," he shrugged.
"Where's Lorcan?"
"You planning on peeping on him too?"
"There's nothing new to see," she countered referring to the many baths they were forced to take together when they were younger. It was Lysander's turn to be stumped but he merely shrugged. Lily noticed that he and Lorcan were not as close as they used to be anymore.
She debated on asking him another question but seeing as to his short-worded sentences she was lucky he wasn't totally ignoring her. Compared to six years ago he had changed from the lively boy who went on expeditions with her through the many fields of the Burrow to a sullen zombie. Not that he hadn't been turning into a jerk before he left. She wanted to scream, why, at him but suppressed it, after all it was a thing of the past. Their friendship was a thing of the past, her feelings…
"You could've visited the Burrow over the summers," she pointed out.
"There wasn't a reason too." His words stabbed at her and anger soared through her. She was too caught up in her emotions to think that there could be a double meaning to Lysander's words.
"Why the hell are you being so bloody reclusive?"
"I'm not being reclusive, I already showed you that I was tired."
"Tired or not at least grow some balls and announce your existence," Lily said. His previous words were ringing in her ear. She was fighting the urge to bat-bogey hex him, or throw a couple dungbombs in his compartment and lock him inside. Maybe she could steal some from Jordan and Carter, but again she suppressed her feelings. He'd made it exceptionally clear that whatever they'd had was gone.
"Is that all?" he asked, irritation evident in his voice, she got up and left the compartment and her mood only worsened when she heard him call out, "By the way, the chocolate frogs are sold out."
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