Disc.- Sweetie, I'm clearly not the one who created this magical world that I like to twist to my imagination. I'm far too easily distracted to write a franchise like that, and not to mention poor. Very poor. Did I mention distracted? Don't think I did, I'll mention it again. D-I-S-T-R-A-C-T-E-D. Way too easily.

This Story…- Is undeniably, inexplicitly, and inherently AU. Clearly, if Lily never married James, they're all alive, and Lily has five illegitimate daughters. And yes, that is my way of warning you about that. My Fem!Harry is Maia Dorea Evans- still the child of Lily and James. Interested? (I hope so…DAMN YOU, NEED FOR APPROVAL!?) Then please, be my guest and-

Oh! Almost Forgot…- Suppose I should tell you now…I am unsure in pairings, will later have a poll going (LATER!) for couples I'm entertaining in my spacious empty head, and there MAY be girl/girl or boy/boy, in fair warning for those who may not enjoy that. But again, it's really only a possibility at this point, a maybe sort of thing. Now you may read along.

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Lily glanced at him, biting her lip as she contemplated her decision. But everything was already in place, and-

But Severus, her wonderful, usually thoughtful Severus and she was going to use him and- No! No, she must be strong for this. It was really the only way she could ever truly finish her studies. She would wait until Potions' was over to approach him. She took a steadying breath as she worked on her potion- Professor Slughorn coming to compliment her lavishly before moving on. Her eyes strayed to the two idiots who made life so hard for her poor Severus-

James Potter and Sirius Black. Two foul, moronic bullies of boys- yet the Headmaster always dismissed their cruel taunts and sadistic public humiliations as merely 'joking' or 'playing a few pranks'. She felt a hateful glare begin to form and tore her gaze away, glaring instead into the flowery-scented, light pink potion. Merlin, but she hated them. Nevertheless, she was a determined sort of girl- and so she'd put aside her hate for the sake of her newest project. It was one that would fill the rest of her life- one that would irrevocably change it. Yet she had prepared herself for it- oh, yes she had.

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"Severus,", she called softly. She saw him startle, spinning quickly to look at her with wide black eyes. She smiled fondly- how she adored when he looked like that- so very adorable. "Can I speak with you?", his eyes filled with hope though he kept his face cool as he gave a curt nod. She smiled again, this time brighter as she took his hand. He glanced around them nervously as she tugged him along- to an empty room a bit farther into the dungeons. Not quite past the dorms, but well enough away that no one would come snooping. They both, she knew, had a free block this period and the next. She was grateful for it, as she wanted to make this last as long as possible.

"Lily?", he asked hesitantly and she looked up at his nervous face. She must have zoned out for a bit there. She sighed.

"Severus, I'm so sorry that I've been ignoring you like this,", she began in a tumble.

"No! No no, it was my fault. I…I never should have said the things that I did,", he said quickly, hunching to look at her levelly, eye-to-eye as he looked deeply into her eyes to make sure she knew how sincere he was being. He was holding her hands in his and she couldn't help the smile on her face as she felt the calloused warmth. She knew his fingers to be almost permanently stained with potions and potion ingredients.

"Severus…", she smiled up at him, feeling warmth rise up in her soul, in her very core as she let the worry, the care in his voice let her forget what she was about to do and why she was doing it. "I wanted to tell you- my parents…They don't think it's safe here anymore. Not with him on the loose.", she said, face turning serious as she saw his eyes widen, hands tighten as worried guilt ran over his face.

So that was it. He'd joined him then. She felt something in her wilt and wither, growing cold but ignored the pain in her chest, forging on. "We're…Leaving after this school year. I wanted- no, I needed you to be the first person to know. I know we haven't exactly been on speaking terms lately, but I…", she had to look away, down at their joined hands. "I think…No no, I'm sure that I love you.", she gathered her inner lioness to look up at him boldly, the shock on his face and the way his lips fell open just slightly again gave her warmth inside. "I don't know if you feel the same- I hope you do. But before I go, I just…I needed you to know how I felt.", her voice, so strong, had tapered to a mere whisper by the end. It was true- how she felt about him.

"Lily,", his voice shook, "Oh, Lily,", she felt his arms wrap around her tightly as he held her head tenderly. "You have no idea how…How happy you've just made me,", she heard tears in his voice and looked up at him. He tried to turn away, keep her from seeing them and it made her cry too, sniffling as she smiled.

"Then you…Feel the same?", she asked and he looked down at her to see her watery eyes, unsure but loving and it made him feel invincible. To answer her, he kissed her as passionately as he could- trying to show her just how much he returned her feelings.

"Oh, yes Lily, yes!", he whispered as they paused before kissing her fiercely once again.

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Her head lay on his shoulder and she stared blankly at his chest. Already, she knew there was life growing inside of her, currently on a stasis- it was what her potion did. And it was her potion. She'd made it herself, tested it on various people. She'd begun it with the intention of it being for barren women- women who longed for children but couldn't seem to have one naturally. But an idea had gotten stuck in her head. It began, really, with just her and Severus. To ensure that his father would let them be together. He was a horrible man, but he was very traditional. He'd demand they marry. Yet…Yet here she was, with her plan being set in motion. How had it gotten so far?

"Lily?", she heard and looked up at him sleepily- the man she loved- the man who deflowered her and was now giving her her first child. "After everything is said and done…", he began, threading his hand through her hair as she leaned into the touch. It would be some of the last times she would ever be able to do so. He would never forgive her after what she was about to do. "Will you…Will you marry me?", he asked her, nervousness making him tense under her. She gasped as she felt her eyes sting and become blurry. A deep, stabbing pain struck through her, taking her breath away. She felt the warm tears begin to drip slowly down her face. It was his panicked and worried face, partially hidden by his lank black hair, that brought her back. She smiled brokenly- she was hoping that it only seemed emotional to him.

"Oh Severus, I- yes, yes of course!", she wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly as an excuse to hide her face and the devastation in her eyes. Her shoulders shook with held in sobs as he felt her wrap his own arms around her.

"Thank you,", he whispered in reverence as he stroked her hair.

It only made it hurt more.

xxXxx

She felt specifically cold as she watched Sirius Black saunter down the hall. It was late- very late, and he was coming back alone from a 'detention' with Professor Zilar. She knew that the older woman was actually having an affair with him. He was a promiscuous, cheating little whore after all. Though she knew he strictly only saw and fucked women. She was actually surprised by that- she had thought anything with legs was enough for him. Or rather a hole. She slipped her robe off silently in the dark and mostly hidden alcove, reaching out and grabbing him roughly by his undone collar to yank him in, plastering her body against his as she slammed him into the wall behind them. She attacked his mouth fiercely as he gave a low groan, hands coming up around her, feeling out her body. She felt disgust well up in her- he didn't even know who she was, just some random girl who had pulled him in, yet he was gladly reciprocating her advance.

It wasn't long before he was smirking, whistling happily as he continued down the hall with a bounce in his step. He was good- very good, but almost any sort of pleasure she would have derived was stripped by the fact that he was who he was. She leaned against the wall heavily, looking down at her own body in disgust as she quickly healed the hickeys he left all over her shoulders and chest. She would have to go through so many cleaning charms before she allowed herself to even look at Severus again.

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She heard him the next day, bragging at breakfast about his late night rendezvous with a passionate admirer. Disdain curled her lips into a sneer. It was a Hogsmeade weekend and she knew who her next victim was- how she'd be able to get to him. She had actually contacted him.

Lucius Malfoy was awaiting her, hidden behind one of the buildings. His gloved hands and tall imposing stature made her dislike him immediately. Four years older than her and her classmates, Lucius Malfoy was betrothed to a girl in her year- the youngest and daintiest Black girl, Narcissa. He raised a pale brow at her, looking her up and down before nodding to himself.

"You are quite…Pleasing to the eye.", he told her as she took his offered arm. The two apparated away together, landing in front of an exclusive and expensive-looking restaurant. She wore, under her school robe, a very stunning red dress of fine Acromantula silk, and she had done her hair in lovely ringlets that fell onto her slim shoulders quite nicely. Low three-inch heels didn't make her seem any taller against the older, handsome man. He momentarily banished her robe, presenting her with a beautiful necklace- with a male, silvery-white peacock as a decoration.

"You shouldn't have, Lord Malfoy,", she said to him as he spelled it on her. He glanced down at her, raising brow.

"Think of it as my benefit, Ms. Evans- a clear warning that you are under my protection."

"And how is that to your favor rather than mine?"

"While I may not necessarily care for you, I am a very possessive man.", he told her as he swept in with her, attracting eyes to them. "This will keep others from attempting to get too friendly."

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Their meal was splendid- though her focus was more on the way his hand was set quite firmly on her thigh, sometimes caressing it through his glove and her dress, but never moving up or down in a purposely suggestive manner. It was quite soothing, in a way, though she quickly threw the thought from her head as they made light conversation.

At the end of their divine meal, he looked at her with heated eyes. "You know Ms. Evans, I never would have thought you to be a Pureblood."

"Oh? And why is that?", there was a certain threat to her voice that made him smirk at her. The few glasses of wine she'd allowed herself to drink had taken some of her inhibition from her, allowing her to speak with him as she would most others.

"Oh no…You see, Pureblood women such as yourself are usually so poised and so very prim. You have life; vitality. A spark that has intrigued me, I must confess.", he leaned forward towards her.

"And you can tell all of this with just one intimate meeting with me?", she asked coldly. He smirked at her again, brushing long white-blond strands behind his shoulder. She was momentarily mesmerized by the swing of the soft and silky-looking locks. He leaned closer still, lips brushing against her ear. The scent of a sort of musky yet refined something made her head swim. The alcohol and the smell combined were too much for her.

"We've hardly gotten intimate,", he breathed against her.

She woke slowly, feeling a slight hangover. Silk sheets were cool around her as she heard soft steps come closer to the bed. She pulled the sheet up and around her chest. Lucius smirked at her amusedly, holding out a saucer and cup for her.

"There's a potion for the sickness mixed in, my dear.", he told her with a rumbling sort of laugh. "You don't hold your alcohol well do you?"

"I've never aspired to be a great wine critic,", she told him with a sharp look, though she took it from him. He wore merely black silk sleep bottoms, skin making a sharp contrast, as did his pale metallic mercury eyes and almost glowing hair. His chest was toned very nicely, and the sight of it made her eyes linger long enough for him to notice. Lucius was a…Wonderful lover. If she had thought Sirius was good before, he was merely an inexperienced snot-nosed kid compared to the handsome blond.

Though Severus was still the best in her eyes- she loved him, and he loved her- and the emotion had been there, making it so sweet and perfect. Even in their raunchy setting.

"So, Lily-darling,", Lucius began casually, "Will this be happening again? I quite enjoyed myself with you.", his hand, smooth and strong and bare, glided up her leg sensually. She shivered at the sensation, outstretching her leg to give him more to stroke.

"Mm…That would be…More than acceptable.", she told him. "Though I doubt it."

"Your plans, yes.", he nodded, having expected it. She didn't tell him what her plan was- merely that she had one and needed him to fulfill it. In return he would get access to Slytherin's own personal library- something that she- as one of the direct descendants- had. His lips touching and moving up her leg took away any more thought then.

"Well, then I shall have to enjoy you while I have the time, won't I?"

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She felt horrible for using Arthur Weasley like this, but really, it was all part of her plan. He was already married, had a few children and another on the way, but she needed him. A few lies and a sob story had him physically comforting her and she was amazed at how large he was- she supposed that was why he was having so many children. It was- Merlin, it was fantastic. He didn't have the charm and suave seduction that Lucius had, but he didn't need it! Made up for it with raw emotion and feeling, not to mention, once again, his size.

She had to make love to Severus several times later that day, riled up merely by thinking about it.

Her last victim was the hardest. She wished she could have had someone else, but he was an only child, with no uncles or cousins on the paternal side- the side of him she needed. It wasn't that it was difficult- oh no, it was almost disgustingly easy to string him along. If he wasn't such a bastard, she would actually feel bad about using him- as it seemed he really cared for her.

However, he was a selfish bastard, ergo, she was almost maliciously happy when she rejected his heartfelt proposal. Almost laughed right in his face, she did. Then trotted off back to Severus. She really needed to stop- it would only make the coming years harder without him.

However, when she told the taller boy, he snorted, swinging her around in his arms. "As if you'd ever stoop so low as to accept someone like him,", he said as they nuzzled noses. She smiled happily. She had these moments to keep her going- and she would need them, so she'll enjoy them while she can.

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Lily hummed as she brushed through the long straight strands of her first daughter, her hair a few shades darker- a mixture of her and Severus. Jessamine was like her father in many ways- the quiet disdain for those she believed inferior, the persistence in her favorite subjects (at this young age, that was her determination to conquer her violin), and the way she'd use eloquent words to slash away at people, never needing to shout or use foul language to get her point across. And her favorite- she looked menacing, except when she smiled- she was so very beautiful when she smiled- just like her father.

A shout drew her and Jessamine's attention to the large bay window that took up most of the wall. They saw into the gardens there, seeing Lacerta pulling on Priscilla's long pale white-blonde hair. The girl responded with a sharp glare and a tackle. She felt Jessamine stiffen beside her. She hated when there was such 'barbarity'- especially from her own sisters. She stifled a laugh as she watched her obsidian eyes narrow. That was when Delilah came in, her bright smile on her freckled face looking at them with a cheerfulness that Lily often found adorable.

"Maia got a letter,", she said in a happy sing-song before skipping back out, then returning quickly, "Your hair is very pretty, Minnie.", she added shyly. Delilah adored her graceful big sister, idolized her and it made Jessamine feel very important- though gave her certain responsibility to be a good model for her younger sister.

Her children- her beautiful children, were all girls and all absolutely wonderful in their own ways. Jessamine, Minnie as she was typically called, with her pale skin, her delicate features combined with Severus' black eyes and cold exterior. Lacerta, her wild wavy crimson hair, her dark gray-green eyes and the sharp, shark-like grin she usually sported, not to mention the traditional Black tendency towards violence. Priscilla, the cold one, though she was unsure of where her quick temper came from, her otherwise quiet and sly personality. Delilah, the sweet one, oblivious to many things that kept her firmly sweet and easily swayed, her kind-hearted disposition and emotional ways. Then there was the youngest of the brood- Maia. Small, slender, quick as a Granian, that girl was and just as comfortable in the skies. Speedy, quiet but undeniably social. Not so much as talking, but just being around others. She remembered, unbidden, the summer they had went to Albania. Maia had wandered off into the forests somehow- she still wasn't sure how that was, but it was. She had spent frantic hours in that forest, horrible panic-filled hours with dozens of locals who went out to help her. It was when they found her that a deep chilling fear coiled inside of her. A snake- she wasn't sure what kind, all she knew was that it was easily wider than two of her, longer than any sort of serpent she'd ever seen before, wrapped around a wide, old-looking tree. And its head- it looked like it could swallow her whole- was down with her four year-old daughter as she leaned against it, stroking the scales. Her forehead was bleeding- a scar that she still had today, favoring the space just above her right eyebrow. A curious shape it took, like that of a lightning bolt.

Most of the memory was a haze of adrenalin and sheer terror though, so she couldn't remember too much after that.

She shook the thought off, frowning as she made her way out, hearing Jessamine follow with soft yet sharp steps. She spotted Delilah brighter red hair disappear around a corner and followed as she picked up a bit of speed. She didn't exactly have the same energy as a bubbly eight year-old.

Maia was safely in her room, looking at the letter closely as she scanned it. She was unusually sharp for a six-soon-to-be-seven year-old. Her pale creamy-white covers were bunched around her like a nest. It was how she slept- everything in a ball around her, like a barrier. She also had a tendency to sleep during the day, becoming active as the sun began its descent and laying back down when it began to rise once more.

"Maia?", she asked softly and she looked up after another moment.

"It's from a school.", she said simply, holding the letter sideways, as though she was going to read it from the distance. Lily felt a frown begin to form as she quickly strode across to the excessively large bed, gently taking it to read.

Jessamine was only ten yet, the twins (fraternal, mind) were nine, Delilah eight, and Maia would be seven next week. Much too young for schools yet. And she had been planning on sending them to Hogwarts.

"Maia…", there must have been heavy disapproval in her voice, because her lips pursed, the tanned skin gaining a certain red tint. Maia was very independent. If it was about her, she wanted to be the one making decisions. Lily supposed she saw the reasoning- all of her girls went through those phases. But she was so much deeper into it. She took care of things like her own Vault (all the girls had their own set up, Lily had made sure), legalities regarding her medical care (Lily had almost murdered her she was so furious at her), anything she owned she had to earn- she wouldn't accept gift unless it was Yuletide, Samhain or her birthday. She sold beaded jewelry sometimes if they visited villages or towns on their little adventure times in summer. She had traded them for dozens of things, strange or beautiful that decorated her room. Part of Lily found it cute, another part found it exasperating, yet the last part of her became defensive and angry. Lily wanted to care for her little girls- all of them. And Maia was the youngest, the baby.

But beyond that, Lily decided to read the letter a little bit more than a simple cursory glance.

"It's an advanced academy mother.", she said softly and Lily almost flinched. Maia only used that word when she was agitated. You never really knew when she was until she used a certain word with you. It was different for everyone. Truly, sometimes she feared her daughter. It was innate, she couldn't control it.

"Yes I see, but from what I read, you'll be…One of the youngest,", Lily said uneasily. "Don't you think it'll be…A bit too demanding?", she asked, her then. Maia's face grew a touch cold.

"If I can't handle myself after the first semester, I will have the option of dropping out."

"But you won't, even if you were having trouble,", Lily responded, knowing her daughter well enough to know how very stubborn she could be. Maia's eyes went to half-closed. Lily shuddered.

She was getting detached. Detachment was only a few steps away from magical bursts. Only with her, they weren't bursts. They were explosions.

She remembered visiting her older sister once, with the girls. It was when Maia was only three. But she was old enough to understand the disdain in Petunia's features. The muggle press had fun with that, something about terrorism targeting the suburbs. There was a lot of muggles in an outrage about that, being all patriotic and how they have to find the ones who did this.

She shook her head of the thoughts as Jessamine snatched the parchment from her hands. Her daughter ran through it quickly before putting in her input.

"Why didn't we get these?", Lily turned to her oldest, seeing the beginnings of a glare form as she stared at the words. Lily bit her lip, slipping the paper from her pale slender hands. A violinist's hands.

"Maia is a bit…More powerful dear. You know that."

"Strong enough to be put with fifteen year-olds?", she scoffed. Lily didn't like the envy she saw in her eyes- it reminded her of when Severus would get jealous or angry. Because of Professor Slughorn's favoritism, Potter's Pureblood status and immunity, Black's Dark, prestigious family. Except this was directed at her youngest daughter.

"Minnie, Maia needs more training- if she can't control her magic, it could overflow- destroying everything around her. But if she builds it all in, it will deteriorate her body slowly from the inside out,", she told her, taking nervous glances at her. But Maia wasn't looking at them anymore. Her young fists, lightly-caramel-colored like her father's, were clenched tightly on her blankets, her head facing the long and wide window that let in the light of orange and pinks from the looming sunset.

Her other daughters came with no complications. No problems. But Maia- she was a difficult birth. Maybe it was a side-effect of her potion, or maybe it was the raw power Maia had, but hers' was one that kept the small early-born baby in healers' cares until she was five. Now she had to take potions every few days (three to be more exact, every 72 hours) until she was twelve, if all goes well. The potions restricted her power, tried to make it stop growing for a little, because she'll get a boost as soon as puberty starts. And all that power in one body was dangerous- not just for the surroundings, but for her too.

"So she'll die.", Jessamine said in childish jealously, using the words in a hope to hurt her for getting something she couldn't get.

"Minnie,", she chided harshly under her breath.

"Yes. Eventually, if I keep growing as I am, I'll die a slow, agonizing death as my magic eats away at my body, but still functional. I'll be a husk before my body is finally dead.", she had turned back to them then, though her blunt, killing green eyes, so vivid in color that it was unnerving, were trained on her oldest sister. Jessamine took a step back at that look, hand automatically reaching for Lily's own. She stared a moment longer in the tense air before once more turning back to the window.

They had left Maia then. When she got in those kinds of moods, it was best to leave her lest she snap.

xXx

She stared at the letter sitting innocently on her desk, in her private study. She was a Charms' Mistress now- writing books under the name of Lilith Sisera. Sisera is one of the direct lines of Slytherin, so her books were popular with those leaning heavier on the Dark side. Due to that, supply and demand, she wrote about and founded charms to suit that. The only one who knew that Lilith was Lily was Lucius- she'd told him in order to sleep with him. He sent her letters every-so-often and she sent some back. She'd even sent him photos (magical of course) of the girls. He obviously knew which was his'- the hair was a definite marker among the red and black of her other girls.

But her attention once more went to the letter. When she was talking to dissuade Minnie from growing a bitter hate for Maia, she kind of made herself think. She always knew that Maia would need special classes- but she always figured she would take them the summers between school years at Hogwarts. She thought of all her girls in Hogwarts. But she became nervous, squirming there in the comfortable swivel chair. Was that what was best for the girls?

Her brow furrowed.

With this- will Maia be better with this? Or will she be alienated? But she'll be alienated anyways, her power so superior to her peers…

She sipped on her wine, trying to undue the slowly building headache that was creeping into her at the moment.

xXx

"So,", Lily began at dinner as she thanked the House-Elves for another fabulous meal prepared, "How do you girls feel about schooling?"

Surprised faces looked up to her. "You always said we were going to Hogwarts.", Lacerta pointed out with a slightly disgusted twist to her lips. Her emotions showed plainly on her face, as they always did. Lily frowned. Had Lacerta always been that way about Hogwarts?

"Hogwarts,", Jessamine's nose scrunched up. "Said to be impenetrable, yet there have been extensive studies that Durmstrang, Beauxbatons and other schools from those area have far higher protection systems. Hogwarts is only considered so defensive because other schools in Britain and Scotland have low, unprepared schools that don't know how to protect themselves should an attack occur."

"And it's the lowest curriculum level of over twenty-seven different European schools- not anywhere near Asian ones,", Priscilla added on as she stabbed a vegetable bit on her plate violently. "Options are minimal, classes are lower than others, and the graduating levels are pathetic compared to other institutes."

"And considering all Dark is banned from the British Ministry, their library is mostly Light-only. Besides that, anything considered at all harmful is set in a restricted section that requires passes.", Maia said quietly as she calmly went about her salad. She preferred it to meat most of the times- meat made her too…Energetic, hyped up her magic.

"And! Most of the books at the library are meant for muggleborns,", Delilah smiled, "With them outnumbering Half- and Purebloods 1 to 3."

"That's where most of them go- the things are easy and controlled by the Brit Ministry.", Lacerta grunted, a savage bite from the chicken she held coming just after the words left her mouth. "All this 'Light is pure!', 'Dark is evil!'.", she growled before swallowing her food. "And their Quidditch!", she ranted, "They turned it into a bloody pansy's sport! Padding, charms on not only the brooms but all the equipment! And! Worse yet, they don't let First-Years have their own broom!"

"It's so…Primitive,", Jessamine said with a scrunch of her nose. "Did you know they only allow frogs, cats or owls?"

"I was a student there,", Lily said slowly. Her daughters looked up at her then. "Your fathers were all students there,"

"We don't wanna be.", Lacerta said bluntly. "I want Durmstrang. So does blondie here,", she jerked a thumb at her twin, who scowled at her darkly. "Minnie the priss and ditz over there want to go to that French one,"

"Beauxbaton,", Delilah corrected, not minding she was called a ditz. Lacerta mocked everyone but Maia. And Priscilla went after everyone but Maia. The twins were like Maia's guards sometimes. Like bouncers.

"And now Maia-baby has this fancy-shmancy school.", Lacerta shrugged, once more tearing meat from the bone she was working on. "We don't like Hogwarts, it's shite, our schools are better, and we're not bloody mudbloods."

"Lacerta Walburga Evans!", Lily's scandalized tone only made the nine year-old roll her eyes and then ignore her. Lily frowned but turned her attention to her other girls. "Is that true?"

"Yes,", Jessamine answered simply, delicately cutting her ham. She didn't like steak.

"We didn't want to tell you, you'd get upset- like you are now,", Delilah pointed out. "Your eyebrows are coming together and you're frowning again."

She was right and it made her frown deeper. Her girls were so young, but already did so much research on her old school and others? She sighed, rubbing her temple as she brushed her long elegant waves from her shoulder.

"I…I see. Well, if that's what you girls want- I mean, you have to actually get acceptance letters, but…"

It was their looks of hope and excitement that made her go through with it.

xXx

"Will you be alright? I mean, you have everything you need?", Lily fretted. Maia looked at her mother amusedly. "And you'll write everyday right?", she had gotten her a notebook- one that connects directly to a matching one she had. "Do you have-"

She was interrupted by a loud pop. The professor assigned to pick her up. She looked at him, defensively hunched slightly over her daughter, hands holding her slim shoulders. The man was tall and intimidating, with sharp hawk-like eyes that reminded her of a girl who used to be in her year. She'd heard Rolanda now worked as flying instructor in Hogwarts now. His head was free of any hair, the glasses on his face making his eyes seem even sharper. His hands were folded neatly behind his wide and muscular back.

He looked like he could crush little Maia in a single fist.

"I am Professor Slate.", he said. She couldn't quite place the mix of accents in his deep voice. "The Defensive Dueling professor.", with that done, he looked down from her to Maia. "Ms. Evans,", he greeted. She nodded back.

"Professor,"

They spoke no more. The girls huddled around to hug and wish luck and whatnot, as did Lily herself, but soon the large man offered his wide pale hand and Maia looked so little next to him. They looked ridiculous side by side, holding hands like that. But soon her baby was gone and she felt a whoosh of air escape her.

"Next year I'm leaving too,", she heard Jessamine say to Delilah.

"Then I'll be the last to go to school…", she said, still teary from the departure. Lily wrapped her jacket around her a bit tighter. They were in Spain- their main Manor, a large, sprawling palace-like complex in the middle of her property. And now one was missing. Oh, she felt an ache in her chest already. She bit her lip to keep from crying again. She'll be back for holidays, she reminded herself sternly. She sighed, wiping her eyes again.

"Alright girls, what do you want to do?", she asked them instead.

xXx

(TIME~SKIP)

Lily hummed to herself as she took her seat. Her and her girls were in Diagon Alley right now, in a high-end restaurant. Currently, she was Lilith. And Lilith had thick curls and dark blue eyes. Not too much of a deviation, but enough to throw anyone she used to know off. They were meeting Lucius and his son for dinner later, but for now they were focused on lunch. Maia sat between her gruffer twin sisters.

Durmstrang had reshaped them. Priscilla was tougher, liquid grace belying her quick draw and notorious slashing hexes, though she was best with defensive magic, and she enjoyed playing the double bass. Lacerta was even more vocal, with a hotter and more dangerous temper. She loved Offensive Dueling, DADA and Dark Arts. She also seemed to have a fascination with harmonicas. Not to mention her usual use of Russian, German or Bulgarian most of the time.

That was something she was a bit glad about- spells for fast language-learn. Otherwise she wasn't sure what she'd have done- Lacerta never would have made it through older, traditional learning- far too impatient for that. For Durmstrang, the required languages were Russian, Bulgarian and German. Beauxbaton had French and Old-World Latin, alongside Italian and German, as Germany was right next to France and some didn't want to attend Durmstrang. For Nikodemus' (Maia's school), the required languages included Chinese, French, English (of course), Spanish, and French. The twins convinced her to learn Russian and German with them, and she had shrugged, learning other languages too. That was mostly due to the spell though- an instant understanding and ability to speak the language.

But back to the girls. Beauxbatons had also changed her oldest and second youngest. Jessamine had even more impeccable manners, and became quite good with illusionary and deceptive magics, very good with Potions and musical instruments and music-oriented magic. Delilah delighted in exploding, bursting and firework-like magic. But she was best and most at ease with Herbology and Transfigurations. She liked playing the organ.

And Maia had changed. No longer the detached and cool girl. She was laidback now, mellow. She had found many releases for her magic and that took a lot of pressure and strain on her. Care of Magical Creatures was her best subject, with its close rival Dark Arts. DADA and Dueling came right after. Extra-curriculum, Creation was her highest of all highs. Maia wasn't really allowed to talk about Nikodemus, but she came home with many things that she had created. Be it living or inanimate. Maia was sweeter now, and if she was in a rare, cheerful mood, she played the harp or piccolo for them.

Jessamine was seventeen now, in her last year of Beauxbatons unless she chooses extended education there. The twins were a year from graduating (again, with the option of extended education there,). Delilah had three years yet, but Maia?

Maia began when she was seven. She was fourteen now. Seven years, and she wasn't finished. It was Advanced Academy for a reason- the typical number of years until graduation were not seven like most others. It was ten. And entire decade. Most who graduate will be in their mid-twenties when they graduate. Maia will be seventeen. The average graduation age, intermingled with eighteen or even sixteen sometimes from normal schools.

"Excuse me, miss,", came a waiter, "But there's a man who wishes to speak with you. His son accompanies him.", he bowed. Lily looked back to see an amused Lucius and his somewhat confused and annoyed son.

"Tell him to join us, would you?"

"Of course, milady.", he bowed again. Soon enough two more chairs to the now extended table as the two slithered through the tables to them. Lucius was older now, of course. Taller. Handsomer. He had a cane now, a snake-head glinting with diamonds.

"Ms. Sisera,", he greeted as she stood to receive him. He bent to kiss her hand, lips lingering a moment or two too long. He smiled at her charmingly. "I enjoy your books quite a bit, you know."

"Ah, I'm glad that you do, Lord Malfoy.", the two smiled at eachother. A throat clearing made them both look to the five girls. It was Lacerta. Priscilla next to Maia, two seat from Lacerta was glaring at the two males in distrust as her hand moved to clamp onto Maia's hand under the table. "Mm, my daughters,", she said with a purring smile. "My oldest Jessamine,", the girl stood momentarily, nodding slightly to acknowledge him. "The twins, fraternal clearly, Lacerta and Priscilla,", the two stood stiffly, giving a far more curt nod before plummeting back into their seats.

"Lovely names,", he said, eyeing them (particularly Priscilla) with interest.

"Delilah,", the ginger girl stood and smiled sweetly, adding a little wave. "And Maia,", Maia stood languidly, either wrists held tightly in Priscilla's or Lacerta's hands. She nodded serenely before sliding back down in a serpentine sort of fluidity.

"Beautiful daughters you have,", he praised as Lily smiled demurely. Flirting with a married man sent a certain thrill through her. "My son, Draconis.", he said proudly, bringing his son in front of him and resting his hands on his shoulders. He was a virtual copy of Lucius, with shorter hair and his eyes were a bit diluted- to silver rather than the mercury like Lucius had. He looked around Maia's age, meaning that Priscilla was Lucius' first child. She felt a bit of pride run through her at that. "Would you mind if we joined you, flower?", he asked,

"Oh, please do, Lucius.", she said graciously. The two sat, Lucius beside Lily, his son between his father and Lacerta. Lacerta scowled at him fiercely. He glared right back, though he edged away. Food came, along with more orders for their added party.

"Heading to Knockturn after this?", Lucius asked her while waiting. Lily nodded as she sipped at her wine. He raised a pale brow at her. "So soon?", he asked and she knew that he was remembering her weakness to alcohol.

"I've gotten much better at handling my wine Lucius."

"I'd expect a notorious authoress would, with all the balls, soirees, gatherings…", he trailed off.

"Notorious? I'm not sure if I should be flattered or insulted."

"A bit of both, perhaps?"

"Mum!", Lacerta groaned, smacking her head into the table. Delilah snickered quietly into her napkin. "It's so gross seeing parents flirt,", she muttered with a twist of her lips.

"Ew.", Priscilla agreed peaceably, picking at her food as Maia hummed in response, busy tasting her food. Jessamine rapped her spoon against the plate sharply to shush them. Lacerta sneakily gave her the bird.

It was twenty minutes of sheer awkwardness for the children. It was when they went into Knockturn that they diverged.

"Oh! Look Maia, they have your kind of jewelry!", Delilah said brightly as she pointed to the serpents. Some were charmed to move, displaying diamonds or sapphires. The rarest and most expensive were the ruby ones. Priscilla guided her over as she looked into the window.

"Ah.", she said, fingers gently touching the cool glass before she murmured something indistinguishable under her breath. The things looked to her, crowding over. She looked delighted then, perking up. She looked up at Priscilla, who smiled softly as she nodded.

"Maia and I will be perusing the shops,", she said back to their mother casually. Her other sisters perked up at the thought.

"You know, that's a wonderful idea.", Lacerta said with a wide and wicked grin as she eyed a Quidditch store. This wasn't the cushy super-safe kind. This was rough, blood, sweat, tears, broken bones kind of place, a fall off your broom here and you fall to your death.

"And a clothing store,", Delilah pointed out to Jessamine. Fine silks and material, made of rare things.

"We'll be off now.", she said as she drifted in the direction, her fifteen year-old sister following obediently. This left Draco.

"Oh my, a new bookstore.", he said in a lame, flat voice before leaving. He was off then.

"I think our children have ditched us, Lucius."

"Mm, indeed it seems that way, flower."

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She laughed lightly as his teeth teased her collarbone. "My mother's middle name?", he asked her.

"And her middle name is Calanthia,", Lily answered, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He smiled, pulling a glove off with his teeth.

"Well, I feel quite important right now.", he murmured into her skin. Her hands pulled the ribbon from his hair, tangling and stroking through the pale silky soft hair. Years of having quick one-night stands has taken their toll on her and she was more than pleased to have the ever-thoughtful and experienced Lucius taking care of her needs.

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Priscilla hummed, rubbing Maia's back gently. She loved her younger sister dearly, much more than she did the others. Maia's hair was short, pixie-like in the unruly inkiness. It inspired her to keep her hair as short though hers was straight and pale. And she kept her hair slicked back.

Something she noticed her 'father' and half-brother also did with their bangs. She didn't like either of them. Her hand curled around Maia's wrist protectively, other arm winding around her waist to set her chin on the other girl's head, humming softly. Maia hummed in response, making her smile. Maia was so cute sometimes. Well, most of the time actually. When she was serious, she was…Powerful. Intoxicatingly powerful. She sighed happily, nuzzling into the black locks of her youngest sister happily.

"Malfoy?", came the incredulous question and Priscilla's eyes snapped open, her head whipping to the side to glare death at the one who dared mutter that name in reference to her. She immediately noticed a similarity between this man and her twin- from the sharp features to the face of dubious incredulity. It was exactly the same, barring this man was a; a man, and b' had black hair and five'o'clock shadow.

Great bastardized Mordred, this was Lacerta's father. Sirius Black. Notorious Auror and known playboy. Dressed as he was, in fitted and neat black slacks and a dark gray and lighter gray pinstripe button-down, untucked with the first few buttons undone and designer Italian shoes, she could see why he was considered a vain man.

"Wrong, sir.", Maia said politely, looking to see him, green eyes flowing over him with critical assessment. Slightly taken aback at her gaze, he blinked his blue-gray eyes back at her before scowling at his own reaction.

"Oh? And who would you be then?"

"Two of Sisera's daughters.", Priscilla hissed bitingly. The man narrowed his own eyes back at her, scowl eerily reminiscent of her sister.

"Sisera? Well, that certainly explains a lot.", he looked pointedly at the snake-jewelry in her little sister's hands. Priscilla was immediately incensed at his words, though Maia's small noise of snubbing distracted her and she watched the man become angry and miffed at being snubbed as Maia then ignored his words. "Oi! Don't ignore me!", he demanded childishly, sounding like a petulant child. It made a smug smirk settle on Priscilla's haughty face. He pointed an accusing finger at her then. "There, right there! That face! That's a Malfoy's smirk!", he very near shouted. Priscilla scowled at him darkly for that, for comparing her to…Them.

She began ranting angrily in German, the harsh language coupled with the foul words creating a snarl in the air, threatening and guttural. Sirius was familiar with the language (there was another branch of the Blacks in Germany, he remembered visiting them sometimes when he was younger) and reared back at the things spilling from the pale mouth. Great Merlin's hairy balls, she had a mouth worse than an Azkaban inmate!

It was in the midst of his tongue-lashing that he was able to finally interrupt at the sight of Remus sighing as he trooped in, giving Sirius the chance for escape from her scathing words of vile hate for him, his family, his future children, their children, their children's children , his 'family jewels' (in much less courteous words), and the entirety of anything to do with the name Malfoy.

"Remus!", he said with more relief than he would admit. The amber-eyed man looked at him, opened his mouth to speak but then suddenly stopped. He turned slowly to look at the two girls, the blonde one now covering the smaller tanned girl more protectively, in a certain stance as she glared between them. The black-haired one spared him a glance then went back to her shopping.

"Sirius,", Remus said slowly, inching towards the door again, "We're leaving now…"

"What? Why?", the other man demanded with a scoff, crossing his arms over his chest like a demanding child. Priscilla would tease (or mercilessly mock until they got into a gory battle again) her sister later about it, after the werewolf was gone. She had no doubt he could smell their heritages. Who their fathers were. Who their mother was.

"Sirius. Just listen to me.", he snapped, still watching the girls carefully, warily. Good, she thought. Both knew well how to kill a werewolf. Though Maia seemed at ease yet. If worse came to worse, she'd simply 'tame' the beast inside the man. She was good like that, because once you control the beast, you control the man. The reason that was worst though, was because he would mark her as pack and follow her everywhere. Which was, obviously, a bad thing.

Sirius frowned, letting his arms fall slowly to his side, looking between his friend and the two girls with anxious confusion before slowly nodding, watching them as he followed his friend out.

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"What the hell was that all about?", he demanded, watching the amber-eyed man closely. He wasn't a successful Auror for no reason, and he was using his serious work voice now. His friend looked at him from the corner of his eye as they hurried down the street and into a side alley into a little tavern.

"Those children,", he said in a low voice, despite the spells up around them to protect their conversation, "Were Lily Evans'.", Sirius sat back, blinking in shock for a second before he frowned.

"But the blonde one…"

"Is also Malfoy's daughter.", Remus nodded. Sirius looked stunned. "I know, I know. But the other one? The one with black hair?", he waited for Sirius to nod, which took a moment as he struggled to comprehend Lucius ever getting with a muggleborn before remembering something.

"Wait! Those girls said they were Sisera's kids!", he told him with wide eyes. "Lilith…Lily. Do you think-?"

"Perhaps the Sisera descended into a squib line?", Remus frowned, "Then to muggle until she was born?"

"It would explain Lucius sleeping with her…", Sirius grumbled. "Now what about the tiny one?", he asked, remembering what Remus was saying earlier as he began to try to decipher the details given. Remus began solemn.

"Her father…", he began and Sirius leaned in, face just as grave, "Is James."

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So…Now they know about Maia and Priscilla. Will they try to hunt Lily down and demand answers? Will they tell James? Will Lily be exposed? Will you review? You better!