Love Is Blind

WARNING!!
If you haven't read Deathly Hallows, be warned! This has MAJOR spoilers in it!

Summary: The old saying goes, love is blind. Well, that may be true.
But it certainly won't be to their fathers.
And what will happen to their relationship when ghosts from her father's past
come back to haunt her?
Well, she is the daughter of the boy-who-lived.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. 'Cuz if I did, Hedwig would still be alive.
It all belongs to J.K who is a genius.

This is my first ever HP fanfic, so tell me what you think!

-Autumn

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"LILIAN ELIZABETH GINERVA POTTER!" Her emerald eyes popped open at the sound of her full name. "GET DOWN HERE!" She rolled her eyes as she reluctantly sat up in bed. Pulling her brown red-tinted hair back into a messy bun, she reached for the sweatshirt with a lion proudly on the front of it, and on the back in scarlet letters read: SEEKER. "LILY!"

"I'm coming!" The 15 year old yelled as she got out of her bed. But not before turning around and giving a kiss to her Hanson Krum poster that was only one of the millions that was on her gold walls. She ducked to avoid hitting a Gryffindor banner and opened up her bedroom door to see one of her brothers walking out of his room.

"Mum's on a rampage." He said with a smirk as he pushed a strand of jet black hair out of his eyes. "Nearly killed James this morning for-" He broke off when the bathroom door opened. Both of them watched as their father walked out, looking very tired and slightly annoyed, "Watch it, Albus." Lily smirked as their father gave his clone of a son that look. "Don't bother your mother. She's a little-"

"Mad?" Albus said as he followed the two of them down the stairs. "Really? I was going to say insane." Their father sighed, not really wanting to get into an arguement right now. He massaged his temples and said, "Please don't do anything to upset her more."

"Dad, I honeslty think that's impossible." Lily said as they catiously neared the kitchen. "I mean, if she doesn't want grandma to come over, then why on earth did she invite her?" Their father stopped and whispered, "It's not your grandmother she's upset about." Lily wasn't surprised. The annual "Weasley Family Reuinon" was this weekend. Actually starting tonight, and her mother was going crazy since it was being hosted at their house.

"What is it our hippogriff of an aunt?" Both Lily and Albus laughed as the oldest of the three entered the room. "Isn't she like 300 years old? Shouldn't she be dead by now?" Lily's smile was wiped clean off of her face when the clearly annoyed and very angry face of their mother appeared at the door of the kitchen.

Looking at their mother, it was obviously clear why Lily was so beautiful. Nearing 40, their mother was still stunning and didn't really look a day of 30. "James Potter, I don't need to hear it from you." She said warningly as she waved her wand in his face. "You aunt is looking forward to seeing you again, so you should be-"

"Happy to see her? Mother, the lady is a complete witch." When everyone in the hall turned to look at James, he smiled at them and said, "You know what I meant." He took the mug that his father had been holding and took a sip from it, before putting back in his father's hands and boucing out the door. Harry glanced down at Lila who was smiling, he looked back up at his wife and asked, "So, I'm guessing that you won't be needing us around the house today?" Ginny sent her husband a death glare as she asked, "Whatever made you think that?" She opened her mouth to say more, but Lily interrupted saying, "Smooth move, Dad." And slipped away from the three, leaving Albus alone with his parents. Smiling, he followed after his sister.

Harry reluctantly tore his eyes off of his daughter and turned to his wife, "Gin, come on. Please?" Ginny stared into the eyes of her husband for a long while, before sighing and saying, "Fine." He smiled and kissed her, before turning to walk away, "Harry-" He turned around and looked at her as she said, "Just be back before noon. Hermione and Ron are-" But he was already gone. Rolling her brown eyes, she turned to walk back into the kitchen hoping that Albus hadn't blown up the oven again.

"How's my favorite niece?" George asked, beaming down at her, making Lily tear her gaze away from the Hanson poster. She was about to say something, but Harry snorted and said, "What about Rosie?" He handed George the dozens of Quidditch things that they were buying. Most of which, Harry himself picked out. Lily sighed, and turned back to the Hanson poster that was hanging on the door. He was waving, and everytime someone opened the door, he swung with it and smiled at her.

Well, not at her. He was just a picture, but still.

Harry and Lily had gone to George's new Qudditch shop he had opened in the heart of Diagon Alley. Lily tuned back into their conversation as George said, "-don't tell her, but Rosie's a bit too like Hermione for me-" He handed Harry the rather large bag, and took the money that Harry was handing him. "-good thing Lils turned out like you. Shudder to think what she would have been like had she turned out like Ginny."

Lily smiled as she grabbed her new Firebolt 5000 as George turned to her and said, "What is it with you and Rosie?" When Lily just stared at him, he laughed and said, "And that Hanson prat. Hell, all these girls fawning over that prat-"

"He's not a prat, mind you." Lily said, flashing a grin that reminded Harry a little too much of him. "And I wouldn't be talking about him life that if I were you, Uncle George. He's studying for a semester at Hogwarts." Harry turned his gaze from the blonde man that had walked past him, and looked down at his daughter, asking, "Really? Why?"

"Dunno. Rosie said that it was because he signed a contract with London's team. While Leena, on the other hand says that it's because his family is a bunch of vampires and he's coming here to get away from them." Harry turned to George who was already smiling as he said, "Yes, but Leena's family is a bit-"

"Loony?" Lily asked, smiling. "Yes, I know. I believe Rosie. Doesn't matter though-" She finished that sentence with a dreamy sigh as she turned back to look at the poster hanging on the door.

"Well, I guess you'll adavara kedavaring your way thru crazed out boys this year huh, Harry?" George said with a laugh, unaware of the glare that Harry was shooting him. Also George had failed to notice the blonde boy that was standing behind Harry, or simply just not caring he was there. "Well, 'spose I'll be seeing you two tonight then." After they had said their goodbyes, Lily tucked the Firebolt under her arm and followed her father out the door. She was going to turn to see who that blonde boy had been, but her father asked her, "You hungry?" His voice had taken her off guard, but she turned to him and said, "I guess so?"

"Shouldn't you know?" Harry smiled, falling in step with his daughter. He smiled as the word SEEKER sparkled scarlet and gold on the back of her sweatshirt. No mattter how much Ginny hated it sometimes, Lily was definetley a Daddy's Girl. Albus and James, being so close in age, would often be together leaving her with Harry. Not that she minded at all. Because of that, her and her father always practiced or talked Quidditch.

Which is probably why everyone has always said that Lily is the best seeker they've had on their team since, well, Harry.

She was now making her broom fly in front of them as he came to stand beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. She stopped the broom and tucked it back under her arm, "Fine. I am."

After they had eaten, the two went over to Flourish & Blotts. Lily rolled her piercing green eyes when she saw Harry get swarmed by admiring fans. Happened often, but that didn't make it any less annoying. She excused herself, silently smiling at him to tell him she'd find him later. She soon found herself flipping thru a book called Quidditch: Then and Now. She stopped on a page of Hanson Krum, standing proudly beside his father Viktor after his father's team had one the Qudditch World Cup.

Again.

"Find something you like?" She jumped when that chilling voice rang out from behind her, and nearly dropped the book. Slamming it shut, the voice behind her laughed and said, "Jumpy today, aren't we?"

She turned around and met his blue eyed gaze. Pushing a strand of his blonde hair away from his eyes, he smiled down at her (considering he was a good six inches taller than her) and said in a silky voice that she knew made half of the girl population at Hogwarts swoon,
"Miss Potter, fancy meeting you here."

He saw the picture of Hanson, she knew it when she saw that gleam in his eyes. She was silently cursing herself as she pushed the book behind her, back on the shelf and said, "Scorpius..." She trailed off, amazed at how shaky her voice had become. He smiled at her, leaning against the bookshelf as he said, "What brings you to Diagon Alley?"

"Oh..." She said, pushing a strand of her hair back. "Buying some Qudditch stuff is all..." Her eyes locked on his for a moment, before she managed to ask, "And you-" Her eyes fell on the snake that was on his jacket. Written in silver, it read: Slytherin. Goodness, her cousin would be so mad at her for even talking to a Slytherin. Not Rosie, but Hugo. Rosie actually had a bit of a crush on Scorpio, as Hugo was just like his father. Hated Slytherins for all the were worth. And Scorpius was a Slytherin. And not just any Slytherin, but a-

"Following my mad father." She smiled at that, causing him to as well. "Were's yours?" He asked, looking around for any sign of the 'Boy-Who-Lived'. Not that he was an admirer, no. But just asking politely. She groaned and said, "Where do you think?"

He smiled a pearly white smile as he leaned down closer and said, "Big crowd up front?"

"Naturally." She said with a smile. One good thing. She knew she inherited her mother's smile. And a smile that she had countlessly heard made boys follow her. She acted as if she was looking for another book as he asked, "Guess who was named Slytherin seeker?"

"Would I be correct in guessing that it was you?" She managed to ask, surprised at how flirty her voice came out. That made him smile, turning her to face him, and said, "You would be correct in that guess, Miss Lily." He was a charmer. That was for sure. And from what her aunt had told her, so was his father. He took his hand off of her shoulder and said, "May the best seeker win, huh?" He put his hand out to hers and waited.

She smiled and put hers in his, saying, "Oh, don't worry, Scorp. She will." He grinned that mysterious one of his and opened his mouth to say something to her, but stopped when his father came up behind him and said, "Scorpius, where the hell have you been? I was-"
Scorpius instantly dropped her hand. His father saw this, and a smile broke out on his face. Smile though it was, it was still extrememly scary...well, not scary. Creepy.

And by creepy, I mean very creepy.

He was still quite handsome, didn't look as if he had hardly aged at all. He put a shoulder on his son's shoulder, not seeing Scorpius roll his eyes at that, as he said in a scarily polite voice, "Ah. Miss Potter! How nice it is to see you again, my dear. How was your summer."

"Oh, it was fine. Thanks." She said, trying to smile at her Potions professor. A class, suprisingly, she was very, very good at. Which surprised her father very much. But she was. Not near as good as she was in Defense Against the Dark Arts. She was so good in that class, Professor McGonagall (now the headmaster) had put her in a class with year six students even though she was only in her fifth year.

She heard a long sigh behind her as footsteps neared them. "Lily, darling. I'm so sorry. You know how it gets. I didn't-" He stopped when he saw them. He came up to stand behind his daughter and said but one word as he forced a smile, "Malfoy."

Nodding curtly, but smiling that same creepy smile, Draco said, "Potter."

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