I, Lily Luna Potter, was drunk, completely smashed and at a family event no less.
The next morning I probably would blame it on James and Albus but at this point, I was in such a state that I was incapable of speech, let alone blaming my intoxication on someone else.
Giggling madly to myself, I lay on the carpet floor of my bedroom next to an equally inebriated Roxanne, my best friend and cousin. It was my god brother Teddy Lupin's engagement party and honestly I could not be more thrilled.
True, I had childlike fairy tale fantasies before of me and Teddy living happily ever after. But now as those old dreams arose in my fifteen year old brain, I felt nauseous, a feeling that had nothing to do with the amount of alcohol I have consumed, but by the fact that Teddy was like a brother to me.
Roxanne passed me the bottle of champagne, a Muggle alcohol that my Aunt Hermione insisted was a necessity for any type of celebration, wizard or Muggle. The walls of my bright yellow room seemed to be spinning, and try as I might, I couldn't focus. I closed one eye scrunching up my face trying to focus on one fixed point.
"Careful, hold that expression too long and your face might just freeze that way," came a deep voice from my doorway.
Shit. I knew that voice; it belonged to a man I loved dearly, a man I idolized and respected and a man who was definitely my father
There was no way I could act sober. I had been trying that out for the last hour to no avail so Roxanne and I commandeered a bottle of champagne and skipped tipsily up the twisting staircase of my home, and here I was, hammered out of my mind and no way to hide it. I felt Roxanne freeze up beside me.
My Uncle George, Roxanne's dad, certainly wouldn't care but her mum Angelina would be a force to be reckoned with upon finding out her only daughter was completely shit faced.
The only option that my drunken mind offered was to pretend to remain oblivious to my dad's presence. Dad, obviously not taking this for an option, walked into the room and sat down leaning his back against my bed with a highly amused expression on his face.
"Lily," his voice seeped through my drunken haze.
"Dad," me, attempting to keep my voice clear and coherent.
He laughed slightly before adding, "Roxanne."
There was a pause, Roxanne seemingly trying out my previous option of obliviousness before realizing it was futile.
"Uncle Harry," she managed to slur. Wow, she is worse off than I am.
He laughed even harder, no longer trying to hide his amusement.
"Time for bed I think ladies. I will grab a cot for Roxanne," my dad began to stand up and leave the room mumbling something about how water and a bowl for "messes" might be a good idea also.
I grinned like an idiot at Roxanne who returned it, her glistening white teeth greatly contrasting her tawny skin, both of us thinking we had got off scot free.
Struggling greatly, I managed to get up and stumble over to my bed where I ungracefully fell onto it. I felt a solid mass fall on my sprawled limbs and I was coherent enough to know Roxanne had joined me in my queen sized bed.
I heard my dad reenter the room, chuckling slightly at our sprawled bodies. He turned off the light and magicked the cot he had brought for Roxanne back to the linen closet.
"Lily, we will have a talk tomorrow morning."
I mumbled something through a mouthful of pillow that he took as a yes.
He turned to us and I could hear the smirk in his voice.
"And girls, next time you might want to try and make it past midnight. Your brothers and cousins will be taking the mickey out of you two for weeks."
I heard him laugh loudly again, pulling the door shut. It closed with a soft click and plunged the room into total darkness.
I woke up to a dim grey light creeping through my blinds, my head pounding, my mouth incredibly dry and a cold sweat on my forehead I rolled over to check the time, getting a mouthful of Roxanne's silky black hair.
"Fuck," I groaned as I gave an attempt and lifted my upper half to see the clock. My head gave an almighty lurch.
My cursing increased as I saw it was only 7:30. No one else in my household would be awake yet so why on earth was I?
My rustling had also wakened Roxanne up, her dark blue eyes blinking sleepily.
"Lil…" her voice was scratchy from what I assumed had been a rough night…not that I could remember any of it.
I leaned over her and grabbed the two glasses of water my dad had left us the night before and passed her one and greedily gulped my own down. Better, but I still felt like a herd of hippogriffs had run me over.
I looked down at my body and noticed I had not changed out of my white loose summer dress. It was adorable and comfortable in the ridiculous summer heat but not nearly comfortable for me to sleep in. I glanced over at Roxanne and noticed she had not changed out of her pretty yellow dress either. Wow, we are just too classy.
Roxanne's eyes widened and she ran into my bathroom where I could hear retching sounds where she reached what I am hoping was my toilet and not my bathroom floor.
There was no sense in trying to sleep now so I checked on Roxanne who was washing her face. After a brief quiet discussion (I felt like I had a migraine, any light or noise made my head throb), we decided we would do the best we could to clean ourselves up.
I hopped in the shower while Roxanne got comfortable clothes out for us to wear. I rubbed my wet hair furiously with shampoo trying to get out the remaining hair spray from last night, all the while trying to remember exactly what had happened.
I remembered Grandma Weasley trying to start Karaoke to some song by Celestina Warbeck and Uncle Percy telling anyone who would listen about his promotion at the Ministry.
I got out of the shower and wrapped a fluffy white towel around my body, passing Roxanne who hurried in, eager to shower.
After a quick drying spell (yes, I am underage but mum will never know!) and putting my straight auburn hair into a pony tail, I got into the athletic shorts and tank top Roxanne had gotten out for each of us.
Roxanne came out, her dark wet hair in a bun at the top of her head and she in turn got dressed into more appropriate morning clothes than our party dresses.
I sighed and sat on my bed. Roxanne sat down beside me.
"So, do you remember any of last night?" I turned to look at my cousin who, though cleaner, was still looking worse for wear.
"Parts, I have random flashes. I remember Albus having a rant about how much he hated Vivian Corner," she laughed loudly and then cringed at the loud noise. "But I bet they will be back together when we get back to Hogwarts."
I muttered a hmmm in response. Great, the first time I have ever been drunk, it happened at a family event. I can not remember for the life of me if I acted like an idiot or not and all I am left with is a terrible hangover. Great. My life is awesome.
We just sat there, our eyes closed hoping to any deity that we would feel better, but no such luck because my middle brother came barging into my room wearing red plaid pajama pants and a white t- shirt, his hair a disaster and his glasses lopsided.
"Ever heard of knocking, Al? God, that's all I ask for, a little privacy!" I groaned quietly.
He smirked, taking in our rough appearances. "Wow, I thought you two would look better than this considering you two were out at 11: 30."
"Shut up," we both muttered and Roxanne threw a pillow at him, hitting him in the stomach.
He sat down on the bed with the pillow in his arms still grinning at us.
Then he looked at me and his smirk widened. "So, I never knew that about you, Lil."
I frowned at his smile, that silly expression on his face was one both my brothers had mastered and it never meant anything good. "What are you talking about?"
"That you fancied Luke Wood."
I shared a confused glance with Roxanne who I told everything to. Wood was one of James's best friends and two years older than me. Sure, he was good looking but all of James's friends are and I knew him from the Quidditch team but barely knew him let alone fancy him.
"I have no idea what you are saying Al, I honestly don't like him."
He cocked his eyebrow, another skill both of my oh-so-annoying brothers had perfected. No wonder people thought they were twins.
"Then why were you snogging him in the cellar for half an hour?"
I laughed, thinking he was joking but at the serious expression covering his face, my laughter caught in my throat.
Fuck my life. I snogged my brother's best friend, the incredibly attractive Quidditch playing Luke Wood.
And the worst thing?
I can't even remember if I enjoyed it.
AN: Yay! First chapter done! This is my first attempt at a next generation fic, it was kind of weird thinking of Harry as a dad lol...anywho let me know what you think! Leave a review and I will love you forever!Much love... Miranda.