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?

Sorry I took so long for this chapter – the next may take a while as well, because it's back to school. (Arghh!)

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With her father leading the way, Lily was able to find her way to the Great Hall easily. However, she let her father enter first, and waited in the entrance hall for another couple of minutes.

"Lily!" She heard her name being called, and looked to see Professor McGonagall descending the marble staircase.

"Professor," she greeted politely.

"How's your day been so far?" McGonagall asked.

"Very strange," Lily confessed. "Can I ask you a favour?"

"You can ask," McGonagall replied. "But don't expect me to grant it."

"Could you not ask me to stay behind after class this afternoon?" Lily asked. "Because both mum and dad did, so I think the rest of the year will get suspicious soon!"

"Either that, or they'll think you're a terrible student," McGonagall laughed. "Alright Lily, I won't ask you to stay behind. This lesson."

"Thanks Aunt Minerva," Lily replied, as her godmother and head of house turned to leave.

McGonagall turned back. "Just do *me* a favour Lily – don't call me that in school!"

"Yes Professor," Lily laughed, as she entered the Great Hall. Tom had saved her a seat in between him and Bethany, and waved her over enthusiastically.

"You're not in trouble already are you?" Tom laughed. "Because if you are, you've beaten my record!"

"No, I'm not in trouble," Lily replied, helping herself to some salad. "Professor Potter wanted to talk to me... because my grandparents were murdered by Voldemort." **At least mum gave me a reason for staying behind after class** she thought to herself. **Unlike dad, who made me have to think!**

"Really?" Bethany asked in horror. "Oh that must have been awful for... who's parents were they? Your mum's or your dad's?"

"My dad's," Lily replied, thankful for being able to tell the truth for once.

"Are you going to write to him for help for Professor Potter's essay?" Tom asked. "Because I think that's the sort of personal touch he's looking for."

"Yeah, I need to drop him an owl anyway, so I might as well ask him," Lily replied carelessly. "Need to write to me sister as well, so I need to find a few free minutes at some point!"

Bethany laughed. "I know the feeling. Still, we haven't got that much homework yet, so maybe there's hope!"

The other two joined in with the laughter, before Tom asked. "So, what should we do before Transfiguration then?"

Lily looked at Bethany, who nodded slightly. "Well, we were planning on finding the trophy room," she announced. "You know, take a look at the Quidditch and House cups and stuff. And Little Miss Romantic over here wants to know if Professors Granger and Potter were at school together."

Both Bethany and Tom looked puzzled. "Why am I romantic if I want to know if they went to school together?" Bethany asked, surprised.

**Uh oh** Lily remembered too late that none of the pupils knew that the two were married, or even just a couple.

"Oh, sorry," she began, trying to formulate an excuse in her head. "If must have been someone else who said that they made a cute couple."

"Who'd make a cute couple?" Alexia Holmes asked, as she finished her conversation with Shannon Finnigan.

Lily shook her head in disbelief. Was it possible to have a conversation in this place without someone butting in?

"Professors Granger and Potter," Tom told the girl opposite Lily, looking as though he had a bad taste in his mouth. "Romance is for sissies."

"But obviously lust isn't," Lily replied, as Alexia and Bethany stared up at her parents at the teacher's table. Unfortunately, her mother chose that time to brush something off her father's robe, before laughing at something he had just said.

"You know, they do actually make quite a good couple," Alexia announced, turning back to Lily.

"Yeah, I see it now you've pointed it out," Bethany added. "They're both good looking, so their children would be too. You can imagine it really...." Her voice went wistful, and Lily looked at her suspiciously. "His eyes, her curls...."

"Yeah," Alexia's voice took on the same wistful tone, and Lily got very, very worried. **Note to self: straighten hair and get coloured contact lenses** she thought. **Why do I have to be the only girl in school who's parents are teachers?**

She swallowed the last mouthful of her juice, and stood up. "Are you finished here then?" she asked, wanting to get away from the Great Hall, her parents, and hopefully her new friend's conversation.

"I'm gonna stay with Darren and Peter," Tom announced, but both Bethany and Alexia agreed.

"Let's go and find the trophy room then," Alexia declared. "Anyone got any idea where it is?"



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