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Me: Do you, by any chance, have a death wish?
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Neofelis: I figure Potter is a pretty common last name, so no problem there. As for the age differences— listen (or read) carefully because I'm going to explain my mathematical calculations here. If Harry was born when the Marauders were about 20, then they'd be 38 when he graduated. 2 or 3 years later they'd be about 40 and 40 year olds CAN have kids. Not to mention it's my fic and I have total control. *laughs evilly*
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I know this chapter moves kinda fast, but I wanna establish some relationships so I can get to the fun parts. And don't worry about remembering all the Weaslies. Most of them don't play important parts. Just the 1st years. And even they aren't that important.
The Hogwarts Express
"Associating with Mudbloods Potter? Doesn't surprise me. What with that Mudblood mother of yours and all." A boy with white-blonde hair stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame in a way that made Lily think of Vanessa Schneider- the most stuck-up snob in all of London.
Lily didn't know what a mudblood was, but it must've been bad because everyone of the Weaslies, Marissa, Andrew, and James balled their hands into fists. Deciding to interrupt before someone got hurt, Lily said, "Don't you know it's rude to invite yourself into conversations… I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch your name."
The blonde's sneer faltered for a moment before returning. "The names Malfoy. Cole Malfoy."
Lily replied with a completely straight face, "Hmm… Your parents must have a cruel sense of humor." The others in the room burst out laughing.
"You think that's bad?" spoke up Andrew. "His father's name is Draco and his grandfather's name was Lucius." Lily could no longer keep a straight face and had to choke out her next words through gasps of laughter.
"Okay. Scratch that. Your entire blood line has a cruel sense of humor!" Malfoy's sneer turned into a glare and he turned n his heel and left, muttering something that sounded like "mudbloods".
After their laughter subsided, Marissa through her arm over Lily's shoulder and said "You know Lil. I think this might be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
"Your such an idiot Mar."
"Oh shut up Drew. What do you know anyway?"
John interrupted them. "Hey why don't we go find Harvey. I think we have to tell him something. Don't we Weaslies? All the Weaslies nodded made their way back up the train, Marissa, Andrew, Lily, and James in the compartment.
Lily turned to James. "So your last name is Potter too?"
James nodded. "It's a pretty common last name." It was true. Lily had to have met at least three other people with the last name of Potter since she started primary school. She then realized she still didn't know what a mudblood was, and said so.
James answered her. "It's a really foul name for someone who has no magical parents, a muggle-born. He was talking about you."
"But I'm not muggle-born. Muggle-raised, yes. But my parents were magic. Sarah told me so."
"Who's Sarah?" asked Andrew.
"Oh, she's the woman that took me to Diagon Alley to get my school things."
"Oh"
"Hey! I've got an idea! Why don't we play a game of Exploding Snap?" exclaimed Marissa.
"Exploding what?"
"Oh Lily. You poor deprived child. You don't even know what exploding snap is. Come on we'll teach you." So they spent most of the ride teaching Lily how to play first Exploding Snap, then Wizards' Chess, buying handfuls of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans ("They mean every flavor") and chocolate frogs ("They aren't real frogs are they?") when the lunch trolley came around.
