A/N: Disclaim
Chapter III The Heartthrob of Ravenclaw
The seemingly endless ceiling of the Great Hall depicted a cheery sunny morning Lily noted as she made her way in for breakfast the following day. The hall was already bustling with students as Lily maneuvered her way towards the Ravenclaw table, stifling a yawn. Spotting the back of Jane's blonde head, Jane who appeared to be conversing animatedly with her fellow first year Ravenclaws, judging by the ways her hands flashed through the air along with her voice, Lily tapped the girl on the shoulder.
Twisting her torso, Jane turned to face Lily, greeting her red haired second cousin with a smile. "Lily, good morning." Then, she turned back around to face her newly made friends. "This is my cousin, Lily Potter."
"Lily Potter?" a boy asked, setting down his fork as he gazed at her curiously. "As in Harry Potter's daughter?"
Lily sent him a sheepish smile as she nodded.
Pushing the thin-rimmed glasses up her nose, Jane eyed the boy curiously before turning back to her cousin. "I still have to learn about your dad and Voldermort."
Some of the first years sighed.
"My parents still don't like saying that name," said one.
"Or hearing it," added another.
Jane ignored them.
"I just wanted to wish you good luck on your first day of lessons," Lily said. "And you'll learn all about Voldermort and my father in A History of Magic."
"Is that taught by a ghost?"
Lily giggled, not bothering to answer the boy's question.
Jane smiled. "I'm looking forward to it. Especially if it is taught by a ghost."
Wincing, Lily wasn't sure if Jane would express that opinion later on. She could already hear Professor Binns drawling voice just boring her to sleep.
Going off on a tangent, Jane continued, "You should see the Ravenclaw common room. It's so airy. The views of the grounds are magnificent. Isla had to pull me away from the window so we could head to breakfast. And the wind at night just lulls you to sleep."
That did sound quite enchanting, Lily thought, reaching over and ruffling the girl's hair. Perhaps she should pull out her father's old invisibility cloak and go check it out. In fact, she would love to see all the common rooms before she graduated from Hogwarts. "I am glad you are loving it."
"It's almost as lovely as Lysander!"
So Jane had met the mysterious Scamander twin? Lily strained a smile. Some of the first year girls swooned. Was he Ravenclaws' heartthrob?
"Did I mention how lovely he looks in the uniform?"
Lily didn't respond to Jane. Instead her mind was busy conjuring an image of the blonde in discussion. Often, he could be seen leaning against a random wall of the castle, dressed in his robes, and reading from a book, The Dailey Prophet, or The Quibbler. The tie, with its respective Ravenclaw colors, would hang loosely around his neck. Lysander had lost points for his house for not having his tie fashioned properly. Much to his dismay, he'd knot the tie, but the moment his lessons were complete, Lily had seen his long fingers reach for the knot of the tie and loosen it along with undoing the first few buttons of his crisp white button-down.
"Mornin'," a familiar smooth voice greeted.
Lily froze, her body tense. That sounded an awful lot like the Scamander twin she had been thinking about with thoughts she was certain defied the laws of friendship. He appeared in her peripheral vision as he had made his way around her. It was definitely Lysander with his lean yet muscular frame and all too familiar unruly sandy blonde hair.
"Hi!" she heard the first year Ravenclaw girls squeal.
His robe draped around him gracefully.
The boys merely rolled their eyes in response to the girls' actions.
"So handsome," Jane said with a sigh a bit too loudly.
In response, Lysander exuded a tiny smile in Lily's direction. He had heard. "Lily," he said, now facing her.
Lily blinked before rushing off into a string of greetings. "Hi! Good morning, Lysander. Nice to make your acquaintance." Lily cringed at the last bit. 'Nice to make your acquaintance?' Even Lysander was looking towards her with raised brows, his eyes twinkling back at her with a mischievous glint. And was that a smirk making its way onto his thin lips? Finding the courage to move, she walked towards him, scratching at the sleeve of her robe once she stood before him. "Sorry about my cousin's forwardness."
"So this is your cousin Jane." His eyes turned towards her green orbs.
Lily slightly tilted her head upwards to meet his gaze. "Uncle Dursley's daughter," she said confidently.
Lysander nodded. He'd heard about the Dursley's from Harry himself. It was serendipitous that one of their heirs should turn out magical. The smirk returned to his lips as he sent Lily a charming smile. "It's alright though. Her demeanor is cute." He paused before continuing. "Kind of like how love stricken you were over Scorpius."
Lily's lips fell into an instant frown. Folding her arms, she harrumphed, pointing her nose in the air. "I was not…"
Lysander chuckled good-naturedly, stopping her from finishing her sentence. Walking around Lily, so he could seat himself at his house table, he said, "I think the whole school was aware of your crush, Lily Luna."
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Pouting, Lily muttered all the way to the Gryffindor table, slouching into a seat across from Hugo and his bowl of porridge.
"Mornin-, -ily," Hugo greeted between mouthfuls of porridge.
Lily looked at him in disgust as she reached for a piece of toast. "Were you aware of me being all starry eyed for Malfoy?"
Dropping the spoon into his porridge with a light splat, Hugo reached for some toast as well. He grinned, his eyes on Lily while he grabbed the butter. "He is all you ever talked about." He paused, watching Lily hungrily as she scooped eggs onto her plate, his mind weighing if his stomach had some room for them as well. "Why do you ask?" Deciding against the eggs for now, he picked up his now buttered toast and bit into it.
Lily wrinkled her nose. How Hugo could eat so much was verging on abhorrence. Just as Lily was about to shrug it off, Iris Finnegan literally skipped over, cheerily greeting the pair.
"Good Morning." She hopped into the seat beside Lily, her honey waves bouncing over her shoulders, and changing the subject for Lily without effort. "We get to brew Amortencia this year."
"Amo what?" Lily asked, turning to her friend with raised brows, her fork still poised between her fingers and the eggs on her plate.
"Amortencia," Hugo enunciated, setting down his fork. He had changed his mind about the eggs somewhere in the middle of Iris's cheerful arrival.
Lily wondered how he was lanky despite his ravenous appetite.
"It's a love potion."
Iris nodded excitedly, her grin seemingly plastered to her face.
Lily just wrinkled her nose.
"And yours should be exceptional," Hugo pointed out.
"Why?" asked Lily.
"Because of your wand," Hugo explained.
Reaching into her robe pocket, Lily pulled out the long, smooth and shiny stick tinted in luster red. "My wand?"
Iris listened intently as Hugo further explained. In fact, Lily noted, Iris appeared to listen attentively anytime Hugo spoke. She even laughed at his lame jokes.
"Rosewood is particularly good for love potions."
Lily frowned. And here she thought it just happened to smell good. "How do you even know all this?"
"It's all here." Hugo pointed to the leather skin journal resting beside his porridge bowl. It was all tattered and patched, reminding Lily of the journal she often found Lysander writing away in. "Ollivander's notes."
"Fascinating," Iris said breathlessly, intrigued.
Flushing, Hugo ran a hand through his hair, resting it on the back of his head. "Ollivander let me borrow them. Rosewood is also good for healing potions." He paused as a thought overcame him and then he laughed, Lily watching him in bewilderment. "Which should come in handy since you're tripping all the time, Lily."
Lily frowned, her brows knitting together. She had to put her fist to her side just to control the urge to flick some of her breakfast at Hugo's face.
Iris, on the other hand, thought Hugo's little joke was hilarious. After her giggles subsided, she asked, "Can you tell me about my wand? It's composed of alder wood."
"Of course," Hugo said through a smile.
"Better hold off on that," Lily interjected, pushing herself up to a standing position. "It's time for potions."
Iris pouted, but then perked up almost instantly. "No matter, later then, Hugo. Call it a date."
Lily faced Iris wide eyed. Had she realized what she had just said?
"Sure!"
And did Hugo when he accepted her offer?
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On the way towards the dungeons, Lily asked Iris about her supposed infatuation with Scorpius Malfoy, but much to her dismay Iris was in agreement with Hugo. Lily scowled but decided Iris wasn't the best person to ask because like Hugo, she knew her too well. The temperature had dropped as they headed below the castle, but in the late summer before autumn approached, the coolness was welcome.
Spotting a pair of Slytherian girls heading towards the potions' classroom, Lily instantly called out to the one with a curtain of cinnamon-brown hair skirting just above the girl's shoulders. "Lyra!"
Scorpius Malfoy's younger sister turned at the sound of her name towards the three approaching Gryffindors. "Oh, hello," she greeted softly. Standing beside her, the girl with midnight-black hair rolled her eyes.
"Did I talk about…" Lily began, stopping before the girl.
Hugo clapped a hand to his forehead, knowing what direction Lily was heading in with her conversation. Honestly, why wouldn't she just drop it? He watched Iris as she grimaced, sharing her glance with Hugo. She appeared to be thinking along the same lines.
"Your brother."
Caught off guard, Lyra's mouth formed into a polite o shape.
However, the same could not be said about her dark haired companion. "Oh all the time, Potter," the girl uttered hotly. "Scorpius Malfoy is so hot!"
Frowning, Lily shot the girl an icy glare. "At least I'm still not pinning for him, Calliope."
Calliope matched Lily's stare. "Yeah, well he's with that good for nothing Weasley." Her voice hissed acidly.
"That good for nothing Weasley is my sister, Zabini," Hugo shouted, pulling out his wand and pointing it in the direction of Calliope, who immediately ducked behind Lyra's petite frame. Iris gasped at what had suddenly unfolded.
Lyra sighed, stepping in between Hugo and Calliope, her sapphire orbs pleading for both to stop whatever their instincts had planned. "My brother is crazy about Rose," she said, turning to Calliope with a frown. Her voice sweetened as she turned to Hugo with a reassuring smile and a set of her pearly white teeth. "And frankly, she's like the sister I never had."
Hugo instantly set down his wand. The Malfoys had been rather reserved in their demeanor, perhaps because they carried around the burden of what their family had done in the past, and Lyra was especially shy. However, her sweetness shined, and she easily befriended Lily and her friends, long before Rose and Scorpius were a pair.
Calliope merely harrumphed before following Lyra into the classroom.
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"Good Morning, my NEWT students of 6th year," greeted Professor Lathurna pleasantly as the students shuffled into the potions' classroom.
Lily recalled how much her father detested potions. Apparently, Professor Snape, may he rest in peace, was particularly cumbersome in regards to the subject. Lily, on the contrary, had never minded the subject and grew fonder the further in depth they went. Beside, Professor Lathurna had bedecked the space with candles, pretty tapestries, and colorful potion bottles, brightening the dungeon classroom as best as she could.
"I'll have two to a table," the professor decreed, waving her wand towards the desks with smooth black stone surfaces set in the center of the classroom. "And please mix up the houses."
At this, Iris pouted. She had been looking forward to pairing up with Lily as Lily excelled in the subject. In rank, she surpassed Hugo in Potions
Shrugging her shoulders, Lily chose a table in the second row. Placing her bag onto the tabletop, she climbed onto the stool, and pointed to the adjacent table for Iris.
Sighing heavily, Iris proceeded towards the adjacent table at a sluggish pace. She decided whoever wanted to be her partner could decide for themselves, especially if it happened to be either Scamander twin.
However, Penelope Krum was quick, and even before Lily could ask Lorcan, she had grabbed the more social Scamander twin by the sleeve of his robe and dragged him to a table in the last row.
Calliope Zabini scowled at Professor Lathurna, who ignored the girl, as she stomped to the table in front of Lily. Lyra sent Calliope an apologetic look before seating herself behind Lily at a table next to a blushing Alder Longbottom.
Iris glared at the back of Sakura's back head when Miss. Cavanaugh chose a seat beside Hugo while Finn Collins, another Ravenclaw slid into the empty seat beside Calliope.
Glancing from Iris to Lily, Xander Everett, a tall Slytherian boy, walked over to the table where Iris currently resided. Lily was sure he remembered when he had asked her out to tea at Madam Pudifoot's just last year, and she had rejected his offer. Lily wouldn't have minded, Xander was handsome with his tanned skin, bright blue eyes and chestnut brown hair, but she had been trying to outrank Lysander Scamander in Charms and missed the Hogsmeade visit altogether.
Lily swallowed at the realization as her green eyes swam around all the now occupied chairs. This meant that only one student was left and that the only seat remaining was the one at her table. Just as Professor Lathurna folded the sleeves of her lilac robes back, and turned around from writing on the chalkboard, in strode the student that was left.
"Glad you decided to join us, Mr. Scamander," Professor Lathurna greeted in a disapproving voice as her hazel orbs followed Lysander making his way to the side of the classroom in his usual graceful stride.
Running a hand through his tousled sandy blonde locks, he sent the professor a charming smile. "My apologies, Professor Lathurna, but I lost track of time when I was showing first years to their class."
Professor Lathurna's lips melted into a smile. "That is very noble of you, Mr. Scamander."
Xander rolled his eyes at the professor's response, as did Lily. Even the professors weren't immune to Lysander's charm. Professor Lathurna paused, watching as Lysander's eyes swam around the room, looking for a spare seat. "You may take a seat beside Miss. Potter."
Lily instantly frowned, sliding her bag towards her. She didn't watch as Lysander made his way to their now shared table and took the spare seat to her left.
Once Lysander had settled, the professor placed both hands on the table as if she was leaning her weight against them. "Excellent. Now have your books out. Advanced Potion Making. We'll start at page 3."
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Professor Lathurna hadn't mentioned Amortencia at all during their lesson. Once class had ended, Lily was going to catch up with Iris to ask her how she had obtained such information. After all, the girly-ness bubbling inside of her was gushing at the thought of brewing a love potion. Instead, Lorcan Scamander caught up with her as she exited the classroom, waiting just outside the doors.
"D-A-D-A?" he inquired, sending her a smile.
The redhead nodded, walking beside him in stride.
"Lysander almost didn't take it," Lorcan explained. "But mum wouldn't have it, so he dropped Arithmancy."
"Oh," Lily stated quietly. "Are you still taking that?"
"I am." He paused as if he was weighing out a complicated arithmancy problem in his head at that moment. "So what got you, Hugo, and Calliope all wound up?" he asked eventually.
Dropping her shoulders, Lily sighed. "My once upon a crush on Scropius."
Lorcan laughed in response. "I remember how red you would get when he would visit the Burrow or Godric's Hollow and Ly and I happened to be in presence as well."
Lily chuckled. Again Lorcan paused, but this time it was his steps. His eyes lingered on her profile as if he was trying to commit her features to memory. "How'd that come up anyhow?" he asked, his voice soft.
Lily ceased her steps, tugging at his robe so the pair could once more pick up their walk towards their Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The more intimate turn of the conversation had made her stomach twist uncomfortably. "Your brother's teasing," she admitted.
Lorcan exuded a small hollow laugh, leaving Lily's mind to wonder what had suddenly overcome her usual jovial friend. As they headed up the steps, the conversation between them dissipated, and Lily nearly tripped. She had forgotten about the step that disappeared on this particular stairwell, but Lorcan caught her by the elbow in time. As she turned to send him a look of gratitude, Lily caught his baby blue eyes gazing back at her softly. She felt the color rise in her cheeks in response. Clearing her throat, in hopes to bury that unpleasant feeling in her stomach that was once more rising, Lily asked, "So other than Arithmancy, instead of Alchemy, what else are you taking that I am not in?"
"Divination," he answered.
"Divination?" Lily nearly laughed.
Lorcan shrugged his shoulders. "It's like arithmancy but without the numbers. Penelope talked me into it."
"Penelope said you visited a lot over the summer."
Smirking, Lorcan asked, "Jealous?"
"Should I be?" Lily dared.
He sighed. "It was mostly to play quidditch with her dad and brother. Penelope, of course, had no interest. I mean she's a Krum. Her dad played for the Bulgarian National Qudditch team." He paused as they turned the corridor that would lead them to their Defense Against the Dark Arts Class. "No matter. I've been practicing a lot. Hufflepuff is sure to win house the cup this year."
Lily glared at him good-naturedly.
"I mean you are really good too."
"Thanks," Lily replied. "Just trying to make the family proud." She muttered the last part of her sentence softly, but Lorcan didn't notice the difference in her tone or the way her facial expression slightly faltered. As the pair entered their Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom, Lily forgot all about quidditch for sitting at the top of the teacher's desk was a handsome man in his twenties with turquoise hair. Lily's eyes lit up as she raced towards him, practically bouncing into his arms. "Teddy!"
"That's Professor Lupin to you," he stated, carefully pulling her back. He slid off the desk to a standing position as his lips quirked into a smile. "I told everyone to keep hush."
Lily playfully punched his arm. "So that's why there was an empty chair at the head table during the opening feast."
Teddy nodded through a grin as he turned to the dirty-blonde haired boy approaching them. "Hey, Lorcan."
"You can tell us apart now."
Teddy laughed before slipping his hands into the pockets of his navy-blue robes. "Anyhow, this isn't permanent yet. McGonagall said I could try it out."
Elated, Lily said, "It's still fantastic."
"Oh my God, Teddy!" It was Hugo, the three found as they turned in the direction of the loud voice. Hugo had dropped his bag and was standing in the center aisle of the rows of desks with wide chocolate brown eyes.
Slipping a hand from his pocket, Teddy waved at Hugo before turning back to Lily. "Do you think I'll be a popular professor?" he asked with a teasing smile.
Lily laughed as more students filed into the classroom, immediately chattering at the sight of Teddy Lupin, the godson of the Chosen One, and his turquoise hair. Since learning of what came of his parents, Teddy became interested in learning about the dark arts and the defenses against them. It had been his best subject while he was a student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a Hufflepuff, and Lily's father had taught him well outside of school.
A/N:If anyone can guess the mothers of Iris Finnegan and Penelope Krum before they are revealed in the story, five points will be awarded to their respective houses ;)
