Count the Lillies

by onion


I do not own Harry P -- blablabla, you know what ..

Please read and review. This is my very first Harry fic ... so be nice.


CHAPTER TWO

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Harry really did not know what to feel about Professor Snape's death. Sorry? Or happy (now that he won't be bullying him anymore)? It was all so sudden.

Ron entered the room, holding greasy buttered toast. "Man" he yawned. "I still can't believe that Snape is dead. I wonder who killed the bastard -- er, him?"

Harry dropped himself on his four-poster bed and massaged his forehead. "I .. I can't believe it either, Ron. The weirdest thing is that nobody knows how. And what's even weirder is .. that .... I want to investigate!"

Ron shook his head. "Harry. Have you gone MAD? You didn't like the guy from the start!"

"It's not like he killed my parents or anything! And it's not like I like Snape! I hate him like a bitch. His sudden death just might somehow be connected to VOLDEMORT!"

Hermione, who just entered the room, cleared her throat. "You-Know-Who."

"What do you think of the new Defence Againts the Dark Arts teacher?" she asked.

"Look at her. She's a doll!" said Ron.

"Shut yer hole, Ron." said Hermione. "Doesn't she look suspicious, you guys?"

"Why do you think so?" asked Ron, scratching his head. "Jealous?"

"I said shut your pansy hole. --- I mean, isn't she a bit too young to teach here? What is she .. 18? 19? And she was such a little bitch ("Potty-mouthed hippocryte!" said Ron), taking out Gryffindor points very early in the year .. "

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The soul of Lily Potter sat on Seamus Finnigan's empty, unmade bed as Harry and Ron convinced Hermione that Professor McKinney was clean. "I believe that age doesn't matter in the faculty." said Harry.

Lily walked over next to Harry and glared at his, now more mature, face. From this angle, he looks quite handsome., she thought. Just like the man I fell in love with. Oh, Harry. I would do anything, anything to give you a nice, warm hug ... I'm dreaming again.

She brushed her transparent hand againts Harry and gave him a ghostly kiss on the cheek. I was a sad sight, her sitting next to her own son, who has no idea that she watches him everyday of his stay at Hogwarts.

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Harry, alone for now, walked down the empty staircase and to the hall for the library. He jammed his hands on his robe pockets, his eyes on his feet. He was thinking about his mother. He remembered about two years ago, he heard his mother's cry over and over again when the Dementors haunted him. And his father. He heard his voice as well. Of all the words, the only words he heard them say were the ones before they died, fighting for their lives. Harry shed a tear from his left eye. Then the other eye. Then suddenly -- BLAG!

Harry fell hard on his bottom, and a young lady was sitting on the floor across from him, picking up all the books and papers she was probably holding before they hit. Harry quickly wiped his tears away, stood up and helped her. "Are you okay ---"

It was Professor McKinney who just darted straight at Harry. "Professor McKinney!" said Harry. "I'm-I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise. It was me." she said. Harry noticed that her eyes were focused on his forehead. "Harry Potter? You must be Harry Potter!"

"Yeah, Potter." he said, turning red at the beautiful face before him. "I mean, yes. I am Harry Potter."

"Well, well, well." she said cheerfully. "It's a great honor, I mean, being your teacher and all. I'm sorry about your parents. And those muggles you have to put up with! I have heard a lot of good things about you, Harry!"

Harry didn't want to complain that she was acting like a normal, jumpy 18 year old. He fell in love with her face. "Why, thank you." he said, blushing even harder, his voice trembling.

"Well, I've gotta run. I'll see you later, Mr. Potter." she said professionally.

"Harry." he didn't know what to say. "Just plain Harry."

"Okay, Harry. Good bye!" she said, running quickly to a different direction.

Harry watched her leave until she disappeared.

You idiot!, thought Harry, slapping his forehead.

He then entered the library. He didn't have much to do over the weekend and Quidditch practice won't be until the beginning of October, so he decided to borrow a nice novel to read. Professor McKinney's kind voice played on Harry's head over and over again. "It's a great honor being your teacher!" "Those Muggles you have to put up with!" "Well, I've gotta run!" She had quite a personality change, totally unlike the one she had in Harry's first Defence Againts the Dark Arts class.

Harry shook his head, trying to clear Professor McKinney out of his mind. He walked to the Fiction section and scanned for interesting titles.

The Little Prince. Now, how did this Muggle book get here?, he thought. Just after he put the book back into its proper place, he accidentally knocked out a hard covered book with his elbow. He picked it up and couldn't believe his eyes. At the rear of the book was a picture of a young, and prettier Professor McKinney, winking at him every 5 seconds, her beautiful, untied raven hair flowing wonderously all over the place.

Under her picture said:
The gifted and talented Lily McKinney graduated with honors from the well known Aberdeen School of Advanced Witchcraft at age 12. McKinney now resides at Tokyo, Japan and is the youngest professor at Ventrulo School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, teaching Astronomy, Arithmancy and History of Magic. She is only 14 years old

Amazing!, thought Harry. Teaching all those complicated courses at age 14!

The book was published in 1990, so she must be about 18-19 right now.

Harry checked out only that book and ran back to his quarters, looking for Ron and Hermione.

END OF CHAPTER TWO

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What did you think? HEHE. ^_^ Sorry for being really slow.
But don't worry, I'll try to finish it as quick as I can! STAY TUNED! WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER!
You will find out more about Lily McKinney and her mysterious past! And more about Harry's mother, Lily Potter. tah-tah for now!