AN:Wow, I misspelled Roxanne's name, several time, in the last chapter, but I can't seem to change it. Well, I'm sorry for that. Because I get ticked off when people do that. So, again I'm sorry. I don't want to sound attention-whore-ish, but I'm gonna have to ask for reviews. I can't keep writing a story when I feel that no one wants to read it, so I'm gonna ask for revies. Not a lot, but enough to know that someone want to read this. Also, I've forgotten disclaimers, but look for it at the bottom. Enjoy.

Next Generation: Their Story

Lucy

"Lucy, are you paying attention? Professor Longbottom is going to be upset if you aren't."

Lucy shook her head and paid attention to professor Longbottme. He may be a friend of Uncle Ron, Harry and Aunt Hermione, but she didn't know him as well, as say, James. She wished that she did, because he seemed nice. Well, he was nice but, he expected a lot from people. His own childrem, Alice and Jeremy, got no slack. It was actually kind of funny how things like that worked out. Lucy was focusing on trying to get the Snargle-Puffs, but all she could think about was what her cousing James said to her, just last week.

"Your dad didn't even help until he end of the war. He's not a hero. He's just a prat."

Lucy hadn't let that go, obviously. Unlike, Molly who was ever, so in control of her emotions, Lucy had blown up with magic and rage, soundly hexing James' mouth closed and gives him painful hives. Her dad had been apalled and had no idea what to do. Grandma Weasley, however, punished Lucy. However, when Lucy explained(through gritted teeth) why she'd attacked James, Grandma Weasley had waited until the hives grew to the size of Galleons before helping James. Uncle Harry hadn't been impressed either. After coming home Christmas, Lucy was thinking about it all the time. She'd known that he was skeptical of You-Know-Who's(Lucy couldn't bring herself to say the name. She hadn't fought hime, or his followers so she felt she had no right to say it anyway.) return. She'd never known that until the Final Battle her father finally help. But really, as far as she was concerned, he did fight. Regardless of if he did from the beginning or at the very end. Who was James to call anyone a prat anyway? He was the definition of prat. But anyway, regardless of what James thought she was proud of her dad so why was she always thinking about it? Why did she occasionally think about how the War might have changed. Maybe more people would have lived. Was her father a helping hand in the murders of those inoocent people, simply because he had no faith in Uncle Harry? Lucy hadn't realized it, but now she was hyperventilating, as well as crying. Her whole class stared at her, wondering if this lesson was too much for her.

"Ms. Weasley? Are you hurt? Do you need the Hospital Wing?" Professor Longbottom was giving her a thoroughly worried look, and she decided that she did need to leave.

"Y-yes. I do. C-could I leave?" she cursed herself for crying in front of her peers, and no doubt all he cousing awould know by dinner and they would all be asking her whether she was alright.

"Yes, of course." She felt the whole class' eyes on her as she left, with her bags, still crying, and struggling for breath so she wouldn't pass out. She made her way to the Owlery, navigating her way through blurs but saw it as she went inside. She was alone. Thank goodness, or she'd have to hide her tears. She didn't want to hide them. She wanted them to fall a testament to her misery. She pulled out parchment, a quill, and ink. She wrote furiously to her mother, who she knew would give her straight answers. She sent of her owl, Venus, who gave her an affectionate nick and flew away. Lucy watched her fly away and she decidd to wait until she came back. She was alone before she heard footsteps and someone's cough. She looked up slowly into the face of her cousin Dominique. Lucy tried to hide her face, but knew it didn't work. She saw her tears.

"You should be in class, petit cousin." Lucy had heard this phrase so many times that she knew she was calling her little cousin, yet again.

"I'm not much smaller than you. Only by three years."Lucy rolled her eyes at her cousin and looked out the opening that Venus had disappeared through.

"Okay. Why are you here and not in class? We've all heard that you've been crying. Roxxie was ready to go beat up, whoever did it."

Lucy let out a loud, watery chuckle(frightening some of the owls) ans smiled.

"She would. But, it's just that...what James said. I can't seem to get it out of my head, and wondering. Could my dad have helped save lives? There might not have been so much bloodshed." Lucy looked back out the opening, and saw a figure coming back. She turned back to Dominique who was approaching her.

"James is a prat. You know that. He wanted to upset you, and you've let him. Don't think about when your father joined the fight for justice. Think about the fact that he did when so many others were standing by waitting for defeat. He's a Weasley, so naturally, he had to be stubborn until the end. You should know that." Dominique sat next to Kucy and put an arm around her shoulder. She watched Venus come closer. Lucy got the letter and read it. She smiled and looked up at her cousin.

"You're right. James is a prat, he just wishes he were as cool as my dad. Let's go. I'm getting hungry." So they left the Owlery both laughing about an incident that Lucy had missed when she holed up in the Owlery. So as they entered the Great Hall whispers broke out across the massive room. Roxanne got up from Ravenclaw dragging Lysander with her.

"Are you okay? It's okay if someone did this, because I can easily kick their ass. I'll deul them, if you want." Lucy let out a loud laugh and gave Roxie a grateful smile.

"Nah, that's okay. Though, if you want to help, the source of my crying was James, indirectly, so I guess you could-"

Before her words were out of her mouth Roxie left the three of them and walked over to Gryffindor table and punched James in the arm, so hard with her Beater arms(Lucy alsmost felt bad, but remembered how much she'd bee crying) that James cried out, grabbing his arm on relex and yelped when his arm came into contact with the area she'd punched.

"Ow, I think you broke my bleeding arm! How am I supposed to play for Gryffindor tommorrow?" The Hall was now watching the two cousins glare each other down.

"Madam Pomphrey will fix you up. Yell at meagain, and I'll curse you all the way to Killimanjaro."

"What the bloddy hell is that?

"A mountain. Just like your ego."

"Why am I getting attacked. I haven't done anything to you!"

"You're a prick. Do I, or anyone else, really need a reason?" With those words, she turned on her heel and grabbed Lysander's hand(Lucy wondered why they weren't dating) and gave Lucy a parting wink as she went to Ravenclaw table(people stared as she passed). Lucy looked at Dominique and gave her a hug, thanking her, for her help.

"No problem. Family sticks together. Especially, us Weasleys." Dominique went to Gryffindor and openly teased James as he nursed his arm(why wouldn't he just go to Madam Pomphrey?)with is uninjured hand.

Lucy figured, she could live with what her dad did because her mother's words came back to her and she smiled.

Why are you listening to James. He could go crazy and he'd be a right side nicer. Your afther's a hero, and James just wants to be famous for something he did. Nevermind that.

Love and kisses,

Mum

Sometimes, her mum was just too awesome.

Disclaimer: These characters belong to J.K Rowling and the author(Tashwampa) claims no right to the characters. Only OCs, plots, and personlaity details belong to the author. The author only wishes to entertain.