Lily always loved her large family. Large families were fun, and the Weasley's were definitely no exception. When she was younger, she loved Christmas because when one had a larger family; it meant a louder, happier Christmas. And for a young child, also meant more presents.

But right then, a larger family seemed to offer nothing but annoyance.

"Did all of you have to come?" She asked dryly as she looked behind her. Every one of her uncles, her aunt Hermione, her parents, brothers, their children, Annemarie, and Teddy had come along for the ride. Apparently Weasley's were also known for their curiosity.

"Hey, we're curious."

"You're nosy." She retorted as she played with the strands of her hair that had been pulled back into a ponytail. To that, all of her family members offered a grin. She rolled her eyes, before opening the door to the dancing studio. The sound of different music beats immediately filled the area as the clan walked in.

"Lily!" A cheery voice called out before a woman leapt at her, pulling her into a tight hug. Lily stumbled a bit, before laughing.

"Calantha!" Lily exclaimed. The said girl who had deep brown hair and a matching set of chocolate brown eyes giggled looking at Lily.

"Man it's been so long."

"It's only been two weeks." Lily argued. Calantha rolled her eyes and smirked, placing her hands on her hip.

"That constitutes as a lot in my book." The other woman said. "Besides the fact, your students have missed you. How do you manage?" She asked. Lily burst out laughing, covering it with a hand.

"I must have the magical touch." She teased. Calantha laughed and then noticed the large group looking around the lobby.

"Who are they?" She whispered. Lily glanced behind her shoulder and smiled slightly.

"My family."

"Your family?" Calantha asked, wrinkling her nose in disgust. Lily looked at her friend.

"Don't be mean to them." She ordered. Calantha didn't seem convinced, or ready to follow that order.

"They didn't visit you all this time, and they didn't do anything to help you."

"Cal…" Lily interrupted. "They didn't know because I didn't tell them. You know that."

"Still…" She said, sighing. "Sorry. I'm guess I'm just bitter with what happened to you. And that I couldn't do anything to stop it."

"…If it makes you feel better I'm divorcing Sed." Lily commented with a shrug. Calantha looked at her in shock and then a wide grin spread on her face.

"Really? What made you decide?"

"…he hit me again." Lily replied, her voice soft. As far as Calantha knew, Sed had only hit her one other time. She didn't have the guts to right now say that it had happened on more than one occasion. Calantha stared at her before her eyes narrowed and she bit her lip.

"Well good riddance." The other girl said, flicking her hair behind her shoulder. "So what's the real reason your family came to visit? It can't be just to see your lovely face."

"You see the bloke with the blue hair?" Lily finally answered, pointing at Teddy who—along with the Potter family—was looking at the pictures hung against the wall, most likely at the dance recitals she and her classes did.

"Yeah…is he one of those punk blokes?" Calantha asked. "I doubt Madam would be very appreciative of that." Lily laughed and shook her head, smiling.

"No, he just prefers the color. Well…long story short…he was the one who saw Sed hit me. And well…"

"He got you out." Calantha finished for her, her attitude changing for Teddy. "Well, then he's okay by me." Lily laughed softly.

"I figured." She stated and then glanced at her family. "Do you mind watching them for me while I start class?"

"Aye aye." Calantha said, saluting her. Lily laughed before leaving.

"Wow…I never figured that Lily was such a great dancer." James murmured as they stared at the photos. It seemed that Lily flourished in dancing. There were pictures of her dancing by herself, but many was of her standing with a small group of children, all clad in some dance outfit, smiling brightly at the camera.

"Well of course." A voice interjected and the group turned to see a young woman standing there. "She's one of the favorite dance teachers here." The girl continued.

"Er…that's good." James added, glancing at his father. "Right?"

"Well considering that a lot of kids come here just for her classes, I would hope so." She huffed out, placing her hands on her hips.

"And…you are?" James retorted.

"My name is Calantha Roberts." She replied. "I'm Lily's friend."

"Oh pleased to meet you." Albus stated, trying to calm the situation down between James and Calantha.

"Pleasure." She replied dryly, flicking her eyes towards James again. James glared at her, before Calantha looked away.

"If you want to watch Lily in class you can. You just have to be quiet." She retorted coolly before walking away. James grumbled.

"What's with her?"

"And you wonder why you can't get a date." Albus grumbled before following Calantha. James rolled his eyes, mimicking Albus before following his family. The peered into a semi-large studio and immediately spotted Lily in the center, surrounded by small children, all clad in a black ad pink unitards, some wearing tutus. In contrast to Lily's pointer shoes, the children all had small pink dance shoes, and by a majority, their hair was in neat little buns, whereas Lily's hair was in a neat ponytail. All the children had bright smiles on as they clamored around the redhead.

"Missus Lily!"

"You back!" was the mixture of cries. Lily chuckled, and bent down, ruffling one of the girl's hair.

"Why yes I am." She concluded. "I hope you all practiced a little bit while I was gone." She stated her hands on her hips. Another roar of children talking grew, before Lily clapped her hands, silencing them.

"Alright everyone, get to the bar. We need to start stretching." She declared. The group nodded rapidly and sped to an old ballet bar. It looked like it had seen better days, though. Nonetheless the children all grasped it tightly in their tiny hands, looking at Lily as she instructed them for stretching. Every now and then she would walk over to a little child, helping them stretch out. After ten minutes of this she clapped her hands, calling out the different positions that the children had to take.

It was almost nostalgic for the Weasley/Potter clan. How many times had one of them been forced to go to one of Lily's dance classes and watched her do the same movements that she was now teaching. Harry stared wistfully at his daughter, who was clapping a rhythm now, remembering when she had tried—in vain—to teach him and her uncles how to Plié.

"You're doing it wrong!" The little Lily huffed as she watched the men trying to bend without breaking their knees. George looked at Harry, exasperated.

"I want you to know, the moment I can move my legs again, you are SO dead." George grumbled as Lily marched over to him and then poked the underside of his knees, forcing him to bend a bit more. Ron seemed to be failing all together, struggling a bit more than his brothers. Harry was faring the best out of the group of six men, though he looked at his brother-in-law in confusion.

"How is this MY fault? You're the one who took her to see the Nutcracker." Harry retorted under his breath, looking innocent when Lily turned to glare at him. They could hear their wives cackling from the house, observing that their grown husbands were being literally enslaved by a five year old.

"You're the one who conceded to dance lessons!" George hissed back out. Lily was currently observing them, but then heard Ginny call out for lunch. The little girl's need for food overruled the apparent torture she was putting her uncles through. She clapped her hands.

"Class dismissed." She chirped, racing away and paying no heed to her uncles or father who had all collapsed the moment her back was turned.

"Like I said Potter, the moment I can move again, you're so dead."

Harry was pulled out of his memories by a flurry of cheering and giggling and spotted that the girls had all clamored around Lily.

"What are we doing for the recital this time?" One of the older ones chirped happily. "Twelve Princess right?" She asked. Harry noted that, while the majority of the girls appeared to fancy that idea, one girl seemed to frown at the suggestion, kicking at the ground. Lily apparently noticed her and smiled, bending to where she was eyelevel to the girl. The eight year old blushed at the sudden attention, her strawberry blond hair quivering slightly in her ponytail.

"Is there something else you wanted to be Chloe?" Lily asked sweetly. The girl blushed again, and looked down at the ground.

"A pirate…" she finally murmured, her face deepening in color when several of the girls snickered. Lily silenced them with a look and then smiled at Chloe again.

"I think that's a fine idea." She replied and Chloe looked at her startled. "Unique in its own way. Anyone else want to be a pirate?" She asked standing up. The girls were silent and then two of them brightened, and raised their hands, waving them around, animated. Her family seemed amused.

"She's a great teacher." Bill stated as they observed her.

"She's definitely improved on her teaching." George agreed. "Granted, we were loyal subjects to the Lily's Dance Academy and being her uncles we taught her pretty well how to teach."

"I seem to remember that she used Bambi eyes on you all to get you to do her bidding." Ginny stated with a smirk.

"Whatever the case, she's gotten better at teaching." George huffed.

"There's one place I want to visit, while Lily is here." Harry suddenly said. It probably had been playing through all their minds, though none had voiced it. Teddy glanced over at Harry, frowning.

"Are you sure? I mean…you visited-"

"I want to actually see where she lived. I just followed you when we picked up him." Harry interrupted. "I didn't really look around in the darkness." He explained. Teddy shrugged, but glancing around at her family, it was apparent they too were curious. Teddy swallowed.

This…wasn't going to be a fun reminder.

SHORT...I KNOW...HOPEFULLY IT WILL GET BETTER...-