Lily Black

Chapter 7

Lily was twiddling her thumbs waiting for Charlie at the Three Broomsticks. Tonight she would meet his parents. Eep. She bit her lip and fought the temptation to order something more potent then a butterbear. She didn't want them thinking she was an alcoholic.

Eventually Charlie wandered in and gave her a heart-warming smile. He leant down, kissing her lightly and whispering

"Don't worry darling, they'll love you." Lily honestly wanted to believe it but her insecurities said otherwise.

After having one more butterbear, Lily was ready to go to Charlie's childhood home.

Lily felt slightly light-headed as Charlie apparrated them outside the Burrow. Just as her brother had been, Lily was totally awed.

"Whoa." Was the only word Lily could summon. Charlie chuckled lightly. This is my home, and now, whether you realise it or not, yours. Were Charlie's silent thoughts. Never would his Lily feel alone. Seeing on the clock her second son's name, Mrs Weasley rushed out and brought the couple into a three-way, rather awkward, hug.

"OH! My dears!" She let go and grabbed Lily's hands.

"Oh! Let me look at you! Oh Charlie! She is indeed Lily's daughter, but you are much too skinny! Charlie! You should be looking after her!" Charlie held up his hands in mock defeat and winked at Lily.

"But Mum! Lils is a modern, independent woman! Plus she could eat for England and never gain a pound!"

"Shows what he notices" Lily muttered, so only Mrs Weasley could hear, only a few moments and she already felt comfortable with this motherly woman. Mrs Weasley laughed merrily and led her indoors to meet Arthur and the twins, who were visiting.

She thought Mr Weasley was fairly quiet in comparison to the rest of his family, but no less joyful. It was obvious he cared terribly about every member of his family, which included Harry, by the way the Weasley matriarch and patriarch talked of him. Lily was happy her brother would always have someone backing him up.

Fred and George, Lily absolutely adored. Charlie noticed the light in Lily's eyes increase when she laughed as the twins told stories of their pranks. He was so happy Lily felt at home with his family.

As he fiddled with her hair Lily shot him a winning smile and leaned back onto his chest.

"Have you two set a date?" Lily nodded.

"We were thinking a Christmas wedding, the 20th December." Lily and Charlie both knew it was on this day Araianne died, so it was a sort of tribute and a thank you to her; after all, her threat got them together in the first place.

"Oh what a lovely day! We must..." as Mrs Weasley talked, only really half listening, Lily mused about how truly privileged she was to have what she had.

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She took it back; she didn't want to be a teacher any more! Ok, she was exaggerating. Lily was just pissed she had to get up at seven am so she could be ready for her first class. She stumbled into the Great Hall, unable to think due to lack of caffeine. She flipped a finger at Harry when he asked her how she was feeling.

After gulping down six cups of coffee in quick succession, she felt a bit better.

"You're going to need more then that to deal with sixth year Slytherin/Gryffindor first thing. Lily groaned, realising Severus was right, and banged her head on the table, all the students looked, thinking maybe she might just take the 'Loony teacher' award from Dumbledore this year.

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Lily transformed into her Yorkshire terrier form and decided lying down on her desk for five minutes until her class got there would be nice…

She woke up two minutes later to find Weasley and Draco shooting spells at one another. She transformed again and made the room magic –free. Thank you angel magic. She then banished everyone into there seating plan. Thinking a little more clearly without the hell, (seeing as everyone was too shocked to do much else) she cast a thirteen-hour, mildly hyper charm on herself.

"Ok class! The name is Lily, call me anything else and a slow and painful death will befall you. Anyway, this lesson is to be split into two parts, the first part a written test, the second a practical test. I need to know where the hell you are in the curriculum, although Professor Snape was helpful there, I need to know what you know and what you don't. So, get started." A paper appeared in front of everyone, and a hand rose.

"Just do the test Granger." She prevented any question from her. A certain Weasley decided to put his two cents in.

"Professor Dumbledore said me and Hermione didn't have to do any test this year due to the training we got over the summer." Lily raised one eyebrow at him. How could this arrogant arse be related to her Charlie?

"Ok, a. It is Hermione and I, b. I didn't get the memo, c. I don't see what training you could have received as you were unable to perform any magic or potions legally, and I know because I checked to see if anyone was allowed to do so and d. I don't like your attitude or your arrogance, so get working, and please refer to me as Professor Black or ma'am in the future, you have lost the privilege of calling me by my given name." Ron stared at her agape as she sat in her chair and glared at him, daring him to say more. He sulked and did the test.

No one said a word whilst the test was being done. The mini clock on Lily's desk chimed.

"Quills down please and stand up." The papers zoomed to her and the desks went to the sides. Ronald fell on his arse. Lily placed one hand on the papers and a red score came up on each as well as a mark. Thankfully there were only two Slytherins, four Gryffindors and two Araianne's in this class.

"Blaise Zambini, 89 percent, Exceeds Expectations.

Pansy Parkinson, 58 percent, Acceptable.

Harry Potter, 100 percent, Outstanding – well done Harry, new spell to Harry if you please Hogwarts! (Harry gained a cleaning charm! Wow!)

Draco Malfoy, 100 percent, Outstanding – Nicely done Dray, new spell to Dray please Hogwarts! (Draco gained a spell to destroy hair gel, he frowned.)

Seamus Finnegan, 47 percent, Fail.

Dean Thomas, 94 percent, Exceeds Expectations, I'm impressed, 10 points to Gryffindor (Dean blushed lightly)

Hermione Granger, 90 percent, Exceeds Expectations-"

There was uproar,

"I demand to know why I only got a 90!" Lily looked coldly at her.

"A 90 is still a good mark, however, you missed the vitally important point on opinion of light and dark potions. I was looking for your opinion, not a textbooks." Hermione could say nothing.

"Now if I may continue. Ronald Weasley, 10 percent, Troll. And Ronald, before you start, you gained very few marks because of your pathetic answers. Honestly: Werewolves have no way to stay safe, true or false, your answer was: Who cares? The ministry should put them all in silver cages." The class gasped at this.

"Well, Mr Weasley, I'll have you know, my godfather and best friend are werewolves, both take wolvesbane every month and both are lovely people, I can't change your opinion, but please refrain from giving it when I ask for fact, not what your opinion is, and rest assured, I am sending this to your mother." He visibly paled and to Ron's thanks, the bell rang.

"We will test your physical capabilities next lesson. Dismissed."

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Disclaimer: In no shape or form do I own the characters of the Harry Potter World, that honour and right belongs solely to the original author JK Rowling. The Plot and extra characters, however, belong solely to me.