Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling; I'm never going to be her; these characters
don't belong to me
A/N: This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction - I normally write Star Trek: Voyager instead! (And I can't imagine a crossover between them - yet!!) This was based on a very, very strange dream I had and maybe one day the title will make sense. (And if it doesn't I'll have to change it!)
Please read and review.... pretty please?
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1 It was early in the morning on the Saturday when the Potters all bundled into the family car, and headed into London.
"It'll be so much easier once the kids are able to learn to apparate," Harry murmured to his wife.
"That's a long time from now," she replied. "Just drive."
By leaving their home in Kent so early, and thanks to a little help from Hermione's wand, they made it to the Leaky Cauldron before ten o'clock. Harry took out his wand, and opened the magical entrance to Diagon Alley.
"Gringotts first," Harry announced, heading towards the wizard's bank.
Lily hated the goblins, and wasn't especially fond of the journey to the vaults. Hermione saw the look on her eldest daughter's face, and quickly checked the parchment she carried with her. It was virtually identical to the ones she and Harry had received almost twenty years ago.
"How about us girls go and get Lily fitted for her robes, while you go to Gringotts, dear?" she suggested.
"All right then," Harry replied. "I'll see you in Madam Malkin's."
Although still called Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, it was now under the new ownership of two former Gryffindors - the Creevy brothers, Colin and Dennis. It was Colin, the older of the two, who greeted Hermione and her daughters.
"Hullo Hermione - haven't seen you in a while," Colin greeted, taking her hand. "What's it been, nine, ten years?"
"More like twelve," Hermione replied, as the last time had been at hers and Harry's graduation, having been out of the country for the last Hogwarts reunion.
"My word - and you still look the same," Colin was laying on the charm. "Now, what do you need..."
"Actually, it's what my daughter needs," Hermione turned, and pulled Lily forward.
"Your daughter?" Colin was amazed. Obviously he must have missed the last reunion too, as, according to their friend Ron and his wife Lavender, Harry, Hermione and their daughters had been one of the main topics of discussion. "Hogwarts?"
"First year," Hermione declared proudly. "So, if we could get her fitted for her robes..."
"Of course, of course. This way," Colin told them ushering them to the back of the shop. "Up on the stool if you would, uh..."
"Lily," the girl told him, stepping up onto the stool. Colin placed a black robe over her head, then began to pin it up to the right length.
"So, Lily, are you excited about going to Hogwarts?" Colin asked. "I was when I got my letter - my dad was a milkman, so I had no idea about magic. But I guess with Hermione being your mum then you've grown up with it."
"Yep," Lily replied. "Not to mention dad."
"Not here today, is he? A girl's shopping trip is it?"
"Actually, he's just gone to Gringotts," Abigail told him, looking at a set of purple dress robes. "Mum - can I have these?"
"Not 'til your fourth year, dear," Hermione told her youngest, who just pulled a face.
"But that's not until ages away," she complained. Spotting her father entering the store, she ran up to him. "Dad, can I have some purple robes."
"What did your mum say?"
Colin Creevy dropped the right sleeve of Lily's robe as he heard the voice of his former idol.
"Harry Potter!" He exclaimed.
"Hullo Colin," Harry greeted, taking the younger man's hand and shaking it firmly. "Dennis here too?"
"No, he's had to go to Hogsmeade for the weekend," Colin told them, returning to Lily's robes. "He'll be sorry he missed you."
"Tell him next time he's in Hogsmeade, to come up and see us at the school. Hermione and I are to be teachers there as of next term," Harry replied.
"So, the rumours that you're retiring from professional Quidditch were true then," Colin said. "Pity - the Cannon's haven't lost a game since you joined them."
"The Cannon's have got two very good young seekers," Harry replied firmly. "I felt that it was time for a change in my life."
"So, you're to be the new flying instructor then."
"No, Defence Against the Dark Arts actually," Harry replied. "Hogwarts already has a superb flying instructor. Durmstrang actually offered me a position teaching flying, but Hermione had already accepted her one at Hogwarts.
"Finished," Colin declared, pulling the robe off Lily and helping her off the stool. Packaging up her robes, he declared "Three Galleons and twelve Sickles please Harry."
Harry handed over the money, and after saying goodbye they headed back to Diagon Alley. The rest of Lily's uniform they got from a new shop that had just opened - "Patil's Official Hogwarts' Uniform." This was again run by former Hogwarts students from their year - twin girls, one of which had been in Gryffindor with Harry and Hermione. This meant that the Potters spent far longer there then they should have done, catching up with their old friend, reminiscing about their time at Hogwarts.
""Flourish and Blotts" now," Hermione declared.
"Your mother's favourite shop," Harry joked, his arm around his wife.
"Uh hu," Lily was momentarily distracted by "Quality Quidditch Supplies".
Hermione once again consulted her list. "We're gonna need to get a copy of "A Revised History of Magic" by Adalbert Waffling Junior and "All You Need to Know About the Dark Arts" by Olivia Maguire. I've got the rest in the attic at home."
Harry double-checked the list. "But Hermione Love... half of these books weren't on our books list."
"Extra reading," Hermione replied briefly.
"I'm not taking any extra books!" Lily protested. "Except maybe "The History of Quidditch" and "Quidditch Through the Ages."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I always said she that she should have been a boy."
They finished shopping for Lily's school supplies - all with the exception of her wand.
"Here," Harry said, tipping ten Galleons into her hand. "Go to "Ollivanders" and get yourself a wand, while we look go and look for a kitten for your sister."
"Okay then." Lily didn't mind that her sister was to get a cat, and cautiously pushed the door to "Ollivanders" open. The shop was tiny, and she looked around uncertainly. She had been in the majority of the shops before - yet never this one.
"Ah, Lily Potter." The voice seemed to come from nowhere, and she couldn't help but jump.
"Uh, hi," she greeted, uncertain of what to say.
"You remind me of your grandmother," Mr Ollivander told her. "Like your father, you have her eyes. And your hair colour too. Although the curls are your mothers." Lily automatically put her hand to her hair - she had always envied Abi for having her father's dark, straight hair.
"Which is your wand arm?" he asked.
Lily blushed. "I'm ambidextrous," she confessed.
Mr Ollivander made a sort of clicking sound with his tongue, and sighed. "Very well then." Pulling out a tape measure, he began to measure Lily's right arm, and then her left. Leaving the tape measure free to measure at its own will, he went to the nearest wall, and pulled out a box.
"Let's try this one - oak, unicorn hair, nine and a half inches."
Lily waved it. Nothing.
"This one - mahogany and dragon heartstring. Twelve inches."
Again nothing.
"Beech wood, unicorn hair, ten and three quarter inches."
Another failure.
"Difficult, like your father," Mr Ollivander commented. If anyone else had said anything like that to Lily she would have retaliated with a smart comment. But instead she kept quiet. Her parents would have been surprised to have seen that!
"Try this one - rosewood, phoenix feather; twelve and a quarter inches long."
As soon as Lily took the wand in her hand, she realised that this was the one for her. She waved it, and a stream of stars shot out the end.
Mr Ollivander clasped his hands in delight. "Yes, that is the one. That will be six Galleons and fourteen sickles Miss Potter."
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Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed.
draco's princess - Lily wanted to change her name because for one, she didn't want her classmates to know that Professor Potter is her dad, in case of favouritism in school. (We all know that Harry wouldn't do that, but the others may not). She doesn't want to be continuously compared to her parents nor does she just want to be known as "Harry Potter's daughter"
A/N: This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction - I normally write Star Trek: Voyager instead! (And I can't imagine a crossover between them - yet!!) This was based on a very, very strange dream I had and maybe one day the title will make sense. (And if it doesn't I'll have to change it!)
Please read and review.... pretty please?
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1 It was early in the morning on the Saturday when the Potters all bundled into the family car, and headed into London.
"It'll be so much easier once the kids are able to learn to apparate," Harry murmured to his wife.
"That's a long time from now," she replied. "Just drive."
By leaving their home in Kent so early, and thanks to a little help from Hermione's wand, they made it to the Leaky Cauldron before ten o'clock. Harry took out his wand, and opened the magical entrance to Diagon Alley.
"Gringotts first," Harry announced, heading towards the wizard's bank.
Lily hated the goblins, and wasn't especially fond of the journey to the vaults. Hermione saw the look on her eldest daughter's face, and quickly checked the parchment she carried with her. It was virtually identical to the ones she and Harry had received almost twenty years ago.
"How about us girls go and get Lily fitted for her robes, while you go to Gringotts, dear?" she suggested.
"All right then," Harry replied. "I'll see you in Madam Malkin's."
Although still called Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, it was now under the new ownership of two former Gryffindors - the Creevy brothers, Colin and Dennis. It was Colin, the older of the two, who greeted Hermione and her daughters.
"Hullo Hermione - haven't seen you in a while," Colin greeted, taking her hand. "What's it been, nine, ten years?"
"More like twelve," Hermione replied, as the last time had been at hers and Harry's graduation, having been out of the country for the last Hogwarts reunion.
"My word - and you still look the same," Colin was laying on the charm. "Now, what do you need..."
"Actually, it's what my daughter needs," Hermione turned, and pulled Lily forward.
"Your daughter?" Colin was amazed. Obviously he must have missed the last reunion too, as, according to their friend Ron and his wife Lavender, Harry, Hermione and their daughters had been one of the main topics of discussion. "Hogwarts?"
"First year," Hermione declared proudly. "So, if we could get her fitted for her robes..."
"Of course, of course. This way," Colin told them ushering them to the back of the shop. "Up on the stool if you would, uh..."
"Lily," the girl told him, stepping up onto the stool. Colin placed a black robe over her head, then began to pin it up to the right length.
"So, Lily, are you excited about going to Hogwarts?" Colin asked. "I was when I got my letter - my dad was a milkman, so I had no idea about magic. But I guess with Hermione being your mum then you've grown up with it."
"Yep," Lily replied. "Not to mention dad."
"Not here today, is he? A girl's shopping trip is it?"
"Actually, he's just gone to Gringotts," Abigail told him, looking at a set of purple dress robes. "Mum - can I have these?"
"Not 'til your fourth year, dear," Hermione told her youngest, who just pulled a face.
"But that's not until ages away," she complained. Spotting her father entering the store, she ran up to him. "Dad, can I have some purple robes."
"What did your mum say?"
Colin Creevy dropped the right sleeve of Lily's robe as he heard the voice of his former idol.
"Harry Potter!" He exclaimed.
"Hullo Colin," Harry greeted, taking the younger man's hand and shaking it firmly. "Dennis here too?"
"No, he's had to go to Hogsmeade for the weekend," Colin told them, returning to Lily's robes. "He'll be sorry he missed you."
"Tell him next time he's in Hogsmeade, to come up and see us at the school. Hermione and I are to be teachers there as of next term," Harry replied.
"So, the rumours that you're retiring from professional Quidditch were true then," Colin said. "Pity - the Cannon's haven't lost a game since you joined them."
"The Cannon's have got two very good young seekers," Harry replied firmly. "I felt that it was time for a change in my life."
"So, you're to be the new flying instructor then."
"No, Defence Against the Dark Arts actually," Harry replied. "Hogwarts already has a superb flying instructor. Durmstrang actually offered me a position teaching flying, but Hermione had already accepted her one at Hogwarts.
"Finished," Colin declared, pulling the robe off Lily and helping her off the stool. Packaging up her robes, he declared "Three Galleons and twelve Sickles please Harry."
Harry handed over the money, and after saying goodbye they headed back to Diagon Alley. The rest of Lily's uniform they got from a new shop that had just opened - "Patil's Official Hogwarts' Uniform." This was again run by former Hogwarts students from their year - twin girls, one of which had been in Gryffindor with Harry and Hermione. This meant that the Potters spent far longer there then they should have done, catching up with their old friend, reminiscing about their time at Hogwarts.
""Flourish and Blotts" now," Hermione declared.
"Your mother's favourite shop," Harry joked, his arm around his wife.
"Uh hu," Lily was momentarily distracted by "Quality Quidditch Supplies".
Hermione once again consulted her list. "We're gonna need to get a copy of "A Revised History of Magic" by Adalbert Waffling Junior and "All You Need to Know About the Dark Arts" by Olivia Maguire. I've got the rest in the attic at home."
Harry double-checked the list. "But Hermione Love... half of these books weren't on our books list."
"Extra reading," Hermione replied briefly.
"I'm not taking any extra books!" Lily protested. "Except maybe "The History of Quidditch" and "Quidditch Through the Ages."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I always said she that she should have been a boy."
They finished shopping for Lily's school supplies - all with the exception of her wand.
"Here," Harry said, tipping ten Galleons into her hand. "Go to "Ollivanders" and get yourself a wand, while we look go and look for a kitten for your sister."
"Okay then." Lily didn't mind that her sister was to get a cat, and cautiously pushed the door to "Ollivanders" open. The shop was tiny, and she looked around uncertainly. She had been in the majority of the shops before - yet never this one.
"Ah, Lily Potter." The voice seemed to come from nowhere, and she couldn't help but jump.
"Uh, hi," she greeted, uncertain of what to say.
"You remind me of your grandmother," Mr Ollivander told her. "Like your father, you have her eyes. And your hair colour too. Although the curls are your mothers." Lily automatically put her hand to her hair - she had always envied Abi for having her father's dark, straight hair.
"Which is your wand arm?" he asked.
Lily blushed. "I'm ambidextrous," she confessed.
Mr Ollivander made a sort of clicking sound with his tongue, and sighed. "Very well then." Pulling out a tape measure, he began to measure Lily's right arm, and then her left. Leaving the tape measure free to measure at its own will, he went to the nearest wall, and pulled out a box.
"Let's try this one - oak, unicorn hair, nine and a half inches."
Lily waved it. Nothing.
"This one - mahogany and dragon heartstring. Twelve inches."
Again nothing.
"Beech wood, unicorn hair, ten and three quarter inches."
Another failure.
"Difficult, like your father," Mr Ollivander commented. If anyone else had said anything like that to Lily she would have retaliated with a smart comment. But instead she kept quiet. Her parents would have been surprised to have seen that!
"Try this one - rosewood, phoenix feather; twelve and a quarter inches long."
As soon as Lily took the wand in her hand, she realised that this was the one for her. She waved it, and a stream of stars shot out the end.
Mr Ollivander clasped his hands in delight. "Yes, that is the one. That will be six Galleons and fourteen sickles Miss Potter."
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Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed.
draco's princess - Lily wanted to change her name because for one, she didn't want her classmates to know that Professor Potter is her dad, in case of favouritism in school. (We all know that Harry wouldn't do that, but the others may not). She doesn't want to be continuously compared to her parents nor does she just want to be known as "Harry Potter's daughter"
