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Chapter 1:

Lily watched as her brothers James and Albus boarded the Hogwarts Express.

Just another year… Lily thought hopefully.

She waved along with her parents and smiled up at them as they laughed about something. Ginny grasped her daughters hand and they walked together with Harry out of the platform and apparated to Diagon Alley. Lily clutched onto her mother's robes as her world as still spinning from the transmission. Ginny looked down at her daughter with slight concern.

"I'm fine mum." Lily swallowed and straightened herself.

"Want to visit Uncle George?"

"Hmm…" Lily looked over at the shop in question; trinkets and objects were glittering in the windows as well as brightly colored flags flying high above the shop's front with a big 'W' plastered onto them as an insignia. She had visited her uncle numerous times, but today she wanted to do something different.

"Mum, can we go to Olivanders & Son?"

Mr. Olivander retired after the wizarding war and his only son took over the shop.

"You are still too young-"

"Why not?" Lily pouted and tugged on her mother's robes.

"Yes, Ginny, why not?" Harry finally spoke as he gently wrapped an arm around his wife's waist and casted his daughter a gentle smile.

"Thank you papa!"

Ginny just sighed, then smiled.

A middle aged man greeted them as they entered the shop.
The man bore a striking resemblance to Mr. Olivander himself, right down to the rough mysterious accent.

"Try this, Oak with a dragon scale core."

Lily happily grasped the wand, but nothing happened.

"Hmm… I have a few more for you to try."

Lily tried and tried, but no wand reacted to her holding it.

Dismayed, the man scratched his head.

"Can I both speak to you outside?"

Harry and Ginny wore confused and worried faces, but followed the man outside.

Lily watched as her parents face's changed from shocked to upset to pity. Biting her lip, she looked around to the boxes that held hundreds of wands on the crowded shelving. Surely, there was one wand that would claim her as it's owner… wasn't there? Before Lily could get to a shelving that had some boxes, they re-entered the shop.

"H-honey, we are going to go to 's." Ginny's voice quavered as she grasped Lily's hand again.

"Mummy, what's wrong?" Lily started to get scared.

"Nothing sweetheart, you just need a check-up."

Lily sat on a cold metal table as two mediwizards assessed her, while asking her parents questions. They poked and prodded to the point it made Lily uncomfortable. She started to rock back and forth slightly, a vice she did when she was anxious/nervous.

"Has she ever made anything happen when she was upset or anxious?"

"No, never. Lily is a quiet well behaved child. She rarely gets upset." Harry spoke as he rubbed his wife's arm comfortingly. Ginny looked on the verge of tears.

The mediwizards did a few spells with no results.

"I'm sorry to inform you Mr. and Mrs. Potter, but you're child is a squib."

Ginny wailed. Harry's faced turned pale as his eyes widened.

"Mummy, what's a squib?" Lily asked her mother.

Ginny was too distraught to answer Lily's question.

"It's someone of a magical line that can't do magic." One of the mediwizards replied.

Lily's eyes brimmed with tears, "No magic ever?"

"I'm very sorry," The mediwizards could only offer their condolences to Harry and Ginny.

"Can't they give me medicine and I'll get better?" Lily's lip quivered.

"Sweetheart-" Harry started.

"-I'll be a good girl and take the medicine!" Tears streamed down her face.

"There is no cure." Harry grabbed his daughter up in a bear hug and let her sob on his strong shoulder.

Ginny grew quiet.

As Lily left to go to bed, Ginny and Harry met in the kitchen.

Ginny sipped her cinnamon cocoa drink slowly. She had long since stopped crying, but the tear stains were still evident on her pale cheeks as well as her puffy red eyes. Harry just held his hot mug and didn't say a word. As the steam rose out of the mugs Harry lifted his to sip when Ginny finally spoke.

"My mother's cousin is a squib."

"Really?" Harry's eyebrows lifted in surprise.

"Squibs are a genetic defect, usually they are cast out of families if they are produced…."

Disowning Lily and putting her into an orphanage was out of the question.

"Or they go to Muggle Schools, which is suggested since the wizarding society looks down upon Squibs." Ginny finished and pushed away her drink, suddenly not thirsty anymore. Only a bitter taste of Lily turning out to be a squib lingered. She wasn't angry at her daughter, only blamed herself.

Lily wanted nothing more than to board the Hogwarts Express and go to Hogwarts. She breathed, dreamed, and ate up every story her brothers would tell her about the school and it's ghostly inhabitants. Now to tell their child that she would never be able to do magic and would be shunned upon by society is a little too much for a ten year old to take.

In her room, Lily hugged her stuffed lion tightly.

Next year she wouldn't receive a letter of acceptance by Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; next year she would watch her brothers get onto the train and go to school.

A tear slipped down her cheek.

Why was she so different?

That night, she didn't dream about Hogwarts; for her dreams died.

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