A/N: This is for the Euro 2012 comp at HPFC! Also, at HPFC, I am running the Royal competitions comp! It would be great if you joined. Reviews are also appreciated.
Lily Luna, aged fourteen, sat herself on a comfy red armchair in her Uncle George's house. It was May 2, and, a public holiday. They celebrated the end of the war on this day. It was also her cousin Victorie's twenty second birthday. Victorie had two kids already. Her Aunt Angelina came into the living room
"Anyone want some shortbread?" She asked. Lily found herself racing to get the shortbread before her brother, James. She scooped up a big piece of shortbread.
"Unfair!" Eighteen year old James yelled. "She gets more than me!"
"Don't be such a baby!" Rose scowled, breaking off some of her shortbread to give to her boyfriend, Scorpius.
"Yum." He said, while eating a mouthful of food.
"Scorpius, eat with your mouth closed, please." Lily told him.
"Fine." Scorpius grumbled. Dominique ran into the room.
"Guys! We'll postpone the war stories! Vic's in a grumpy mood!" She gasped, panting.
"Lily, cheer her up!" Rose instructed.
"Why me?" Lily asked, flabbergasted.
"You're the favourite," Dominique pointed out "and her kids love you."
"Right." Lily grumbled, walking out of the room.
"AUNTY LILY!" Screeched a three year old Nymphadora Lupin.
"Nymphie!" Lily cooed.
"Lily!" Victorie welcomed.
"Vic, what's up?" Lily asked her cousin sternly.
"Oh, nothing much. Fleur's crying like I'm torturing her, though." Victorie sighed, looking affectionately at her baby daughter who was asleep in her arms.
"That and Teddy's on a mission. So much for a public holiday." Victorie added.
"Come on, Aunt Angelina's got shortbread!" Lily encouraged. Victorie followed Lily into the overcrowded living room.
"Victorie, Happy Birthday!" George yelled.
"Yes, Happy Birthday." Grunted Ron, with a torn Belgium Quidditch scarf hanging loosely around his neck.
"Hey, Vic!" Lysander grinned, standing between his mother and his girlfriend, Dominique.
"Hello, Victorie," Luna greeted "Lorcan will be here with Rolf soon."
"How'd you guys get here, in, like, seconds?" Lily asked.
"Portkey." Lysander explained.
"Anyway, isn't George gonna tell war stories?" Ron asked.
"You are, too." Victorie pointed out.
"All us adults are." Luna said.
"That's right." Agreed Angelina.
"Okay, children!" George yelled, sitting down on a blue and red striped chair.
"He's going to tell you about your Uncle Fred." Angelina said. Lily's mind raced: Who was Uncle Fred? Why did this 'Uncle Fred' have the same name as her cousin?
"Been there, done that. Should I take my children out of the room?" Victorie asked, bored.
"Yes." Angelina said sternly.
"Yep. Just because you're twenty two, Dom and Molly are twenty, and Teddy's fifty something doesn't mean you have to rub it in!" Louis yelled.
"Teddy's twenty four! Humph!" Victorie protested, leading her kids out of the room.
"Okay, I'm gonna get this out quick – I had a twin brother called Fred who was killed in the war!" George yelled without stopping. There was silence. Then Fred II got up and walked past the frames. Angelina and George shared a quick glance before running after him. Lily was in pure shock. She wobbled over to James.
"Why didn't we know?" She wailed.
"They didn't think we could handle it. They were right." James comforted.
"Thanks, James." She sniffed.
"No problems, Lils." James said. They heard screams and sobs and yells from behind a closed door, the closed door of the dining room. It was too much for nineteen year old Fred.
"He's falling apart." Lily whimpered, acting like a nine year old.
"He'll be fine, Lil. We should be proud. Our Uncle Fred is a war hero." James told her.
"I know."