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The Rarest Type of Seer

~She's not a saint, and she's not what you think, she's an actress, whoa (Taylor Swift)

Chapter 1

The blonde (it was more of a silver color, really) haired man let himself into the house that he had called a second home for the almost the last ten years.

He was emotionally drained, physically tired, and in general at the end of his proverbial rope. He wanted – no, he needed the homey comforts of Potter Place. Malfoy Manor was a cold and unwelcoming place for the mood he was in and he knew, even if he only admitted it to himself, that his bleak mood would only become more depressed if he went there. Besides, there was the chance that his mother or grandmother, or worse both, might be there, and they would ask questions that he didn't feel the need to answer.

It wasn't like they really cared anyway, they were just happy that Scorpius had found a way to bring their societal standings a bit more up to par. Not that his family's social standing had been the first thought in his mind when he had asked the red headed vixen out, but still, they would not be happy to find out that he had broken off his almost three year relationship.

He tried not to focus on the fact that his pride was more hurt than his heart. He ignored the niggling memory in the back of his mind of James Potter standing in one of the corners in the living room of the Burrow with a little girl he had only seen a couple times before, shaking his head at him when Scorpius and SHE announced their new relationship.

His frown deepened. The more he tried not to think about that particular memory, the more it stuck out in his mind. He didn't even know why either. It's not like anything exciting happened during it. He supposed that it had something to do with James actually showing something other than indifference to him. He usually didn't care about anything that Scorpius did. Normally the oldest Potter boy ignored Albus and his friends, happily keeping to his own little 'clique' in the family.

What struck him the most about the memory though, was the little girl. She could not have been more than twelve or thirteen and she stood about a foot shorter than James. Her face was heart shaped and framed by very dark hair that was pushed back behind slightly pointed ears, showing off her green eyes. A very striking, pierce-you-through-the-soul-green. (He might have been being a bit dramatic, but he knew he had never seen eyes that color before. Not even Albus or Mr. Potter had eyes that green.)

He supposed she was one of the many cousins, though he didn't know which one or who she might belong to. He had seen her before, whenever he came over, she could always be found with Molly Weasley and Lysander and Lorcan Scamander, and sometimes joined by Dominique. He never saw her talk to anybody else though, unless it was an adult, and even then, he didn't think he could think of a time he had actually seen that. So, for her to be standing next to James, looking like they were plotting the end of the world, was something of an anomaly. She whispered something to James, causing him to laugh loudly. She grinned at him and bounded off, however, not before he shot a knowing smirk at Scorpius.

The strangest part of the whole ordeal, to Scorpius's mind anyway, was that Rose, who was happily clinging to his arm, seemed to tighten her grip making him wince in pain. It was almost as if she was scared of the other girl, but he shook that thought from his head and moved happily forward into the room, brushing the entire incident to the side.

Now, however, as he made his way into his most favorite room in the Potter's house, he wondered at the memory. He supposed it was a nice distraction from his current issues. It was nice to focus on something besides betrayal.

The family room/parlour had always been one of his favorite rooms in Potter Place. It was a large room decorated in mint green and off white tones. The large windows were draped with silk curtains that were always pulled open allowing the sunlight to filter into the room, causing it to look even bigger. There was a fireplace on the opposite wall from the door. On the mantle were snapshots of the Potters and their family and friends. Scorpius had felt very special the first time he realized there was a picture of himself up there. A matching couch, love seat and large two person chair sat in a semi-circle around a glass table giving an air of intimacy to the room. On the walls were large canvas paintings of far off places and abstract designs that made the mind wonder.

Scorpius didn't know why, but he often found himself in this room whenever he was upset about something, or he simply just wanted to get away from Rose and Albus. They never wanted to be in this room, so it was a convenient place for him to hide out. It's not like they didn't know where to look if they really needed him. The one time he had actually mentioned how much he loved this room in front of Mr. and Mrs. Potter, the latter had grinned so wide, Scorpius thought her face might break. Mr. Potter had merely rose his eyebrow and grunted. But, whenever Scorpius would ask Al or Rose why they didn't like the room, Albus's eyes would become shuttered and he would change the subject quickly. Rose never deigned to answer, period. Whatever their reasoning, it didn't stop Scorpius from coming here when he needed to, and Mrs. Potter never stopped him.

The Malfoy scion stopped short as he was about to cross the threshold of the room. The curtains were pulled back as they always were, letting in the winter sun, and there was a crackling fire in the fireplace. Since this room was so rarely used, Scorpius had not been expecting any of this. What really caught his attention though, was the girl sitting, curled up in the two person chair.

Her dark red hair was pulled up into a messy updo, a colored pencil sticking through it. Her jean clad legs were curled under her in a criss-cross style. She wore a deep blue long sleeved jumper and she was focusing most intently on a book of some sort in her lap. The pencil she held in her left hand was flying across the page. He took note that a pair of blue platform combat boots were sitting on the floor neatly underneath the table.

As he moved to the loveseat directly opposite the girl, he thought sardonically, 'Well, just make yourself at home, why don't you?' Of course, he immediately felt the irony of his thoughts since he had no idea who this girl was and for all he knew she could be James's latest girl of the month. Scorpius knew for a fact that the Potters were not expecting any visitors for the holidays. Not even Lily, which for some strange reason had upset Albus. It wasn't like he (read: Albus) had ever cared before, when Lily didn't come home for the holidays.

Scorpius couldn't be sure, but he would swear Mystery Girl's lips curled into a smirk briefly, before falling back into a frown, as if she could hear his thoughts. The blonde flopped himself down on the loveseat, his grey eyes continuously studying the myriad of emotions that crossed over the girls face as she drew in her book furiously.

She, however, studiously ignored him, which slightly irritated him, as he was not used to being ignored by anyone. He knew she had heard him come in the room; he had not been quiet when doing so.

As he watched her face he caught hints of anger, confusion, and hurt. There was also an underlying sense of resignment. He had never been very good at reading other people's emotions; then again, most people he knew didn't wear their emotions on their sleeves.

They sat in a companionable silence, her pencil flying across the paper and the fire crackling the only sounds in the room. He sighed deeply letting all his stress and worries of the past few days fall off his shoulders for the time being. Lying back in the chair, Scorpius decided it would be nice to just rest for a minute. He had not been getting the best sleep since the – incident.

He missed the look of pure amusement that crossed over the girls face and the raised eyebrow that would have reminded him of the wizarding world's savior.

Scorpius wasn't sure how long he had 'rested' his eyes before he heard a light, airy voice say, "If you were looking for Albus, he's upstairs in his room with Rose."

He groaned in frustration as all his woes came back at once, hitting him like a brick wall. "And, I was having such a lovely lie down," he said bitterly. He sat forward and put his head in his hands rubbing furiously. When he looked up, he was met with a pair of amused green eyes looking at him curiously. It was the same striking, pierce-you-through-the-soul-green that he had seen almost three years ago. Scorpius had never understood the meaning of the word 'dumbstruck' until this very moment.

"Um…, I – I'm not really here to see them," he began nervously. And then he wondered to himself about being nervous and why was he stuttering like a fool and why did he feel the need to explain his presence in being here to this little slip of a girl. She couldn't be more than fifteen, and really what the heck was she doing here at the Potter's house anyway? He was about to voice these very questions when he was interrupted by Albus Potter, who stormed into the room with Rose Weasley on his heels.

Al's face was a storm cloud of anger. His own green eyes flashing in irritation, and Scorpius had no doubt in his mind that whatever Albus was so upset over, it was all untruths told by Rose.

Rose looked as if she had been crying her pretty brown eyes out. Her normally sleek brown hair was a mess and she was dressed in sweat pants and a t-shirt. Scorpius's heart would have gone out to her, if she hadn't brought this onto herself.

He steeled his face into an emotionless mask and waited for the torrent that was Albus Potter to begin. The boy may have been an exact replica of his father, but he was definitely a Weasley. "WHAT THE HELL SCORPIUS! WHAT DID ROSE DO, THAT YOU HAD TO BE SUCH AN ASS TO HER!"

He had been expecting something like this from Al, after all he was pretty protective of Rose, but he couldn't help but be just a little disappointed that Albus would automatically assume the worst of Scorpius. Plus, Albus and Scorpius always made it a point to stay out of each other's business when it came to the girls they were dating. He understood that this was Albus's cousin, but he felt that this really was none of Al's business. Especially since, Scorpius knew that everything Rose had told Al was a lie. It had to be; if Rose had told the truth then Al wouldn't be yelling at Scorpius, and Rose would be on the receiving end of Al's wrath. Well, maybe not his full wrath.

It seemed that Scorpius was not to get a word in though, because once again, he was interrupted by someone. He had momentarily forgotten about the other occupant of the room, but was grateful none-the-less when she interrupted and in a rather bored voice, said, "Maybe you should take this to your room, Albus. Especially since I was enjoying the peace and quiet so much. Better yet, you and Rosie Posy – "Rose cringed at the name, making Scorpius grin maliciously. He had never heard her called that before. "- go and find something else to do. Liiiike… I don't know, dunking your heads in the snow and leaving them there for longer than fifteen minutes." She tilted her head slightly as if in deep thought, stopping her drawing for a brief moment, "huh. That actually sounds like it might be fun. Go try it, and then let me know if it was cold."

The look of utter shock, incredulity, and terror on Albus and Rose's faces, was pure heaven to Scorpius. He had never seen anything, ANYTHING; shut his two friends up quicker. And the girl just sat in her chair, still drawing, as if she had said nothing at all.

Rose's face quickly morphed into a look of pure contempt, while Albus seemed to be completely at a loss for words.

"Lily?" Albus asked quietly. His voice was a mere whisper, all the anger gone from it. Scorpius looked sharply at the girl. There was no way she could be Lily Potter. Not that he would really know, he couldn't remember if he had actually ever met her, but still, this girl looked nothing like any of the Potters, let alone the Weasleys. Plus, wasn't Lily supposed to be about seventeen, he still held that this girl was younger than that.

"What are you doing here?" Rose sneered, taking over the conversation when it seemed that her cousin was not going to continue.

The girl, Lily, shrugged her delicate shoulders, and glanced up at Rose with sheer devilry dancing in her eyes. "I live here, Rosie. Why do you think I'm here? It is the holidays after all. Or," and here Lily lowered her voice as if to impart a deep, dark secret, "did you think I wouldn't come back at such an…opportune time?" She made sure to say the last part of the sentence with relish, making Rose lose some of the contempt from her face.

"Then again, I can kind of understand why you of all people wouldn't want me here. I mean, we wouldn't want me to spill any of those lovely little secrets of yours, now would we?" Rose's pale skin was almost white when Lily finished speaking, and it made Scorpius wonder what exactly Lily might know. The dark haired girl, he really wanted to know what exact color her hair was, red or black, stood up from her chair, unconsciously stretching. She wasn't very tall, Scorpius noted, it was no wonder he thought she was so much younger than she actually was.

She closed her book, (he realized it was a sketchbook, and wondered idly why he didn't realize that before,) and dropped it and the pencil unceremoniously down on the table. Turning to face Albus and Rose directly, she grinned, the devil that was in her eyes was now in her very smile. She was pure evil, Scorpius decided.

"No worries, Rosie Posy. I won't get in your way too horribly, badly. I'm only here 'cause Albus was missing me so very much. At least that's what Mum said when she wrote to me asking me to come home. I didn't believe her, of course. Albus wouldn't miss me even if I were dead. Isn't that right, Alby?"

Scorpius snorted. Albus had paled almost as much as Rose and it was apparent to Scorpius that Lily had overheard that particular conversation. He couldn't say that it had been one of the nicer ones that they had had. Rose was forever going on about how much of a pain Lily was and Albus generally allowed her to do it. He had even gone so far once as to say that exact thing about not missing Lily. Scorpius didn't know why they were so mean to Lily; it wasn't like she was ever around anyway. Then again he didn't really understand the Weasley/Potter family dynamics either. Sometimes, he felt that there was more drama than there needed to be. His family was definitely less complicated, so long as you overlooked the whole Death Eater past, and the rabid attempts at social climbing of his mother and grandmother.

"Yes well, what are you doing down here?" Rose asked, gesturing to the room around them, and getting some of her fire back. "I mean, you don't usually hang out down here, do you. You usually stay in your own precious 'tower' room, and leave everyone else alone."

Lily's grin turned into a full blown smile that almost knocked Scorpius off his feet. She truly was a stunning creature. The evil glint was still in her eyes, however, when she said, "This is my own private parlour Rose. Or did you forget that?"

"It is?" Scorpius asked, confused. 'Great,' he thought, 'I've been coming to Lily Potter's personal sanctuary for HOW long now?' He was surprised she hadn't said anything to him when he came in.

She merely glanced at him and waved him away as if it was nothing that he was there. He felt oddly relieved that she didn't seem to care. "Ah well, I suppose I could tell you that I'm grounded, and that is why I'm sitting down here. I'm mulling over my, shall we say, very naughty deeds." The green eyed girl chuckled at her own words, though whatever the joke was, it passed right over everyone else's heads.

Scorpius could tell that Lily had stunned her older brother and cousin once again. He remembered Rose once complaining about how Lily could get away with anything, and Albus saying that it wasn't really that she got away with things; it was more that she just did what she was told to do, just in her own way. It was a rare thing for her to rebel. "What did you do to get grounded Lils?" Albus asked curiously, apparently he had recovered from Lily's verbal onslaught.

Lily shrugged and flat out ignored his question as she grabbed her boots from under the table and started walking out of the room. "It was nice chatting with you guys, but now, I have places to be, things to see, yadda, yadda, yadda!" She said cheekily. "Tell Mum for me, will you? She'll know where I'm at!"

"Wait, wait, wait!" Albus practically growled at her, moving to stand between her and the doorway. Scorpius could honestly say that he was thoroughly amused with this turn of events. He figured there was nothing better than watching Potters argue. Although, it had always been James and Albus doing the fighting. "WHERE are you going? Didn't you just say that you were grounded?"

Lily sighed at him in an exasperated manner and raised her eyebrow at him. "Really Al, I didn't know you cared," she said in a saccharine sweet voice, patting his cheek. "If you must know, brother dear, I am grounded." Her lips twisted up ironically, and she sidestepped her brother walking out the door, but they heard her when she said, "From my room."

"WHAT!" Rose exploded. "Who does that? How do you get grounded from your room? Really Albus, she's a nut – job! How do you even deal with her?"

Albus flopped down on the couch with exhaustion. "Quit calling my sister names, Rose. Not only is it not right, but she's your cousin just as much as I am."

Scorpius noticed that Lily had left her sketchbook behind, and was reaching for it, just as a voice from the doorway said, "Well! It's about time you started defending your sister, Albus. And, Rose, if you can't speak about your cousin nicely in this house, then I will have to ask you to leave. I don't care if you are my best friend's daughter."

Rose flushed deeply mumbling something about being sorry as Ginny Potter bustled into the room. Mrs. Potter gave Rose a meaningful look. "I don't believe you are, Rosie," she said. "It's of no matter though. I'm sure you will be one day." She sighed and looked around the room, noticing Scorpius for the first time. Ginny gave him a genuine smile, and Scorpius wondered how it was that he hadn't noticed the resemblance between mother and daughter before. Then again, it was only the smile that was the same, so there you had it.

"I thought I heard you come in, Scorpius. You can stay for dinner if you like. I believe we're having pizza tonight. Oh! Is that Lily's sketchbook?" she asked, somewhat surprised. "She never leaves that laying around. Her pictures tend to be very personal you know," she continued. She took the sketchbook off the table before Scorpius could so much as touch it. "I'll just take that with me and make sure she gets it back. There's no telling what kind of ammunition you three might try to find on her from these pictures."

Albus and Rose were looking at her as if she had two heads, and Scorpius didn't blame them. It wasn't like Mrs. Potter to ramble on. Her comments about the sketchbook being of a personal nature, made Scorpius want to see Lily's drawings even more. This was a rather queer feeling to him. He wasn't the type of person to want to pry into other people's private things. He barely even knew the girl, which made the entire situation even stranger to him.

He realized that Ginny was giving him a strange look, and then noticed that he was staring rather hard at the book, as if he could see through the pages. "Dinner, Scorpius?" she asked, bringing him back to her original question. There was an ironic twist to her lips. It was the same twist that Lily had used earlier.

"What? Oh, yeah, dinner would be great, Mrs. Potter. Thanks."

Ginny took the sketchbook and pencil and was headed back to the entrance when Albus spoke up from the couch, "Mum?" He stopped for a minute as if gathering the courage to say whatever it was that was on his mind.

"Yes, dear?" She prompted him.

Albus took a deep breath, muttered to himself about not being sure he really wanted to know the answer and then asked, "Why is Lily really home, and where exactly did she go just now?"

Mrs. Potter stood in contemplative silence for a moment. "I sent her an owl asking her to come home for the holidays, although I think she was planning on coming anyway. It's been a while since she's been here. And to answer your second question, though I don't think it's any of your business, I believe she mentioned something about breaking up with her boyfriend for being a, and I quote, 'Narcissistic, Cheating-Ass of a Scumbag', and then she was going to make her way over to the Auror department to say hello to your brother, father, and Teddy. And, yes, I did get after her for her language, Albus. I'm not as unfair as you and your cousin seem to think I am."

Then she was gone. Probably to get the pizza for dinner.

Scorpius was not laughing. Not at all. Ok, so he was, but he was trying really hard not to be laughing. He avoided looking at the shocked expressions on his friends' faces, and determined that if he got the chance to see her later, he would most definitely thank Lily Potter for a most entertaining day.

"Quit laughing, Scor," Albus groaned from his seat. His head was in his hands, and Scorpius almost felt sorry for him. Then he thought about Albus coming in and screaming at him earlier and decided that he wasn't going to feel too terribly bad for the black haired boy.

Rose threw herself down dramatically in the two person chair, and groaned as if she were in pain. Come to think of it, she probably was, of an internal and emotional sort. This thought made Scorpius grin even more. He wasn't a malicious or sadistic person, but he wanted Rose to feel some sort of discomfort. She wasn't near as sweet as she tried to make everyone believe, and he was pretty sure that most people had figured that out.

"Well, isn't this just great! How long do you think we'll have to deal with 'Perfect Little Lilsie'? I, for one –" Rose's rant was cut off when the fireplace blazed green and a blonde girl with laughing blue eyes spun out of it gracefully. "What the – Just who the heck do you think you are coming into Potter Place without an invitation!"

Albus's head came up from his hands and he gasped loudly. Number one, no one was able to use this fireplace, unless they had express permission, and number two, the only person who did have that type of permission, he did not want to see. She had a tendency to be even more protective of his little sister than even James, and that was saying something. On top of that, she was the one girl in the world that Albus actually, well – liked. Yeah, it was like that. And the last time she saw him, she had made him feel as if he were lower than the scum of the Earth.

She was tall, and her face was shaped like a pixie. She was wearing a short skirt over a pair of leggings, with a sweater, and carrying what could only be assumed as an overnight bag.

Her blue eyes locked with Albus and she gave a wide grin. Never breaking eye contact with Scorpius's best friend, she addressed them all saying simply, "I was invited." And then she promptly walked out of the room.

"Cham." Albus croaked.

"Huh?"

"Who?" Rose and Scorpius asked at the same time.

Albus sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "Her name," he began quietly, and then shook his head as if this would help to get his thoughts to process after seeing her again for the first time in a very long while. "Her name," he began again, "is Cham Johenssen. She's Lily's friend."

Rose scoffed, and Scorpius was sure that she was about to make a scathing comment, but was halted when Albus gave her a meaningful look. "She is Lily's best friend." He emphasized. "James is like a kitten compared to Cham when it comes to protectiveness of Lily. I would watch what I say about Lils around her, if I were you, Rose."

Albus stood and looked at them both. "Let's get out of here. This room isn't the best place to be when Lily isn't in here to give us some sort of protection."

"I come in here all the time without her." Scorpius said raising his eyebrow in question at Albus.

Albus waved his hand at Scorpius much the same way that Lily had earlier. "You're special," he said simply. With that cryptic message he walked out of the room, presumably to find food.

Scorpius, who it must be said, refused to be left alone with Rose Weasley any longer than was necessary, stood up and followed him. He heard Rose screech something and the next thing he knew, she was racing past him at full speed, as if the hounds of hell were at her heels.

'What, the hell…?' Scorpius wondered.

A/N: This is an idea I've had for a little while, and while I think it can stand alone on its own, I might try to continue with it. I have a few ideas that go along with this story line, and I definitely feel as if there should be more Scorpius/Lily interaction. However, and not to make myself sound schizo or anything, but, I have what feels like a million characters in my head, all arguing for my attention and trying to get me to write their stories as well. Go figure.

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~Jeni