Chapter 2
Five years later
The next four years of Lily's life flew past. She was never exposed to magic, although Ginny would occasionally do it without Harry knowing and Harry would do it without Ginny knowing. Lily went to a regular kindergarten at a regular school, and was doing very well, from what Harry and Ginny had heard. The rest of the Weasley clan would come to visit about once a week, and Lily and her cousins got along great. Sometimes she would help Jen and Jimmy set up pranks on their grandmother, who would freak out and tell them to shoo.
Holidays were always spent at their house, whether it be Christmas or a birthday. This is what the people at 2646 Chung Drive were doing. "Happy birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Lily! Happy birthday to you!" Everybody finished singing and Lily blew out her candles. "What did you wish for?" Jimmy asked. "I can't tell you, otherwise it won't come true!" Lily said. The cake was cut and everybody had some. Since Lily knew about Uncle Fred's and Uncle George's shop, Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes, she got a box of candy from them, although most of the candy wasn't anything that could be wizard related, so the twins made something just for her that wouldn't give away the wizarding world. A muggle book was given to her by none other than Hermione, Ron, and Alain. It was one of Hermione's favorites, but she knew that Lily wouldn't be able to read it until she was older. Bill and Fleur got some beautiful jewelry for Lily and she absolutely loved it. Her grandmother and grandfather got her a kitchen play set, a muggle toy.
When the party ended, Lily was tucked into bed by Ginny. Lily snuggled up against her. "Mummy, can I tell you what I wished for?" Lily asked. "Are you sure you want to? It might not come true if you tell anybody, not even me." Ginny said. "I'm sure." Lily said. "Okay then, you can tell me." Ginny said. "I wished. That nothing bad ever happens to you and daddy, like it did to granddad and grand-mum." Lily said. Ginny sniffled. Lily had been told that her grand-parents had died in a tragic double Decker bus accident. Harry and Ginny didn't even tell her the truth. They couldn't tell her that her granddad and grand-mum had been killed by the most evil dark wizard of all time. Although she probably wouldn't have believed it. "I do to, sweet heart." Ginny said. "Why are you crying, mummy?" Lily asked, wiping a tear off of Ginny's face.
"Oh...um. Well I get a little sad about what happened to...to your grandparents. Nothing to worry about. I'm all right." She said. "And I hope you'll be too."
"Mummy? Can you go and get daddy and tell him to come tell me another one of his stories?" Lily asked. "I'd be delighted to." Harry said from the door way. Ginny kissed her daughter's head and then put her under the covers. She walked over to Harry and kissed him. "I love you." She said, turning around to her daughter. "I love you too, mummy." Lily said, squirming under the covers. "I love you." Ginny whispered to Harry. "Love you too." Harry said. He kissed her quickly, and then went to sit on the side of the bed.
The next day
"You see...this is what Lily has been drawing." Lily's kindergarten teacher held up her picture. A worm like shape was attacking a person in the middle, with a person with exes for eyes lying down on the ground. The labels mummy were under the x'ed eyed one and the label daddy was under the person about to be attacked. "I really don't have any business as to what goes on at your household but...well...has Lily ever acted upon bottled up anger? Against you? Has she hurt you?" The teacher asked. Ginny shook her head. Harry just stared at the picture. He knew what it was about. It was the basilisk from Harry's second year that he fought and Ginny's first year, in the chamber of secrets. Ginny was the one lying on the ground and Harry was the one almost being attacked. Harry had told Lily that story a bunch of times. It was one of her favorites, because she always thought that her daddy was a hero for saving her mummy.
The teacher sighed. "Do you have any idea what this is? I know who the two people are, evidently you, as the labels say, but...what's that...thing?" She pointed to the worm like green thing with fangs. "That's a...well um...a basilisk. I made it up myself. It's just sort of like a dragon in a fairy tale. A really mean creature. And as for the guy in the middle...well, he's trying to protect the girl lying on the ground, with the...well the um...exes for eyes." Harry explained. "I see...well. I don't mean to concern you, but...we really wouldn't like for Lily to draw these pictures again. This one scared a little boy yesterday and... not to add guilt or anything but he uh...sort of fainted. Who knew that the poor kid was frightened to death of green worm like shapes?" The teacher laughed and Ginny fake laughed. Harry just sat there, staring at the picture.
"If you could please talk to Lily about this, it would be great. She has marvelous creativity, but...she just can't use that type of an idea in the classroom." The teacher said. Ginny and Harry shook hands with her, and then left. On the car ride home, Harry was awfully quiet. "What's wrong, love?" Ginny asked. "We have to tell her." Harry said. "Right now? But her life is going so good! This might ruin it! She has friends, Harry! We can't just tell her a lie like, we're moving somewhere far, far, away, where you can use magic, and suprise! You're a witch! Just like your mummy and your aunt Hermione and your aunt Katie and you aunt Angelina and-,"
"I get it." Harry said. "She's going to start showing signs of magical ability, you know that, don't you?" Harry asked. Ginny sighed, then covered her face with her hands. "Yes! Oh bloody well yes I do!" She said, then took her hands off of her face and looked at Harry. "We'll tell her when that happens, though. The first time that she shows magical ability, we're out of here. We're going to move. I'm sure that the burrow has a few rooms to spare, with everybody being gone out of the house."
"Hermione and Ron are still living there." Harry said. "Oh...yeah, sort of forgot about them." Ginny said. "But come on, Harry! There's still a ton of rooms left! Lily could have her own room. And you and I could have our own room. It's better than trying to build a house." Ginny said.
"But we will build a house once we get settled."
"What's the point of building a house while we're getting settled?"
"Well, I don't know. Good point." Harry sighed.
There was a moment of silence in which Harry and Ginny pondered thoughts for a while. "Do you want to live in the burrow forever?" Harry asked. "I don't know. This is what we'll do. We'll live at the burrow, while we build a house." Ginny said. "Hey, Ginny?" Harry asked. "Yes?"
"I forgot that we already have a house."
"Where?"
"Number 12 Grimmauld Place."
Ginny and Harry looked at each other and then burst out laughing. "You should've seen the look of concern of where we were going to raise our daughter. You were so serious!" Ginny said, in between laughs. "And what about YOU!...You were all bloody worried!" Harry said, also in between laughs. Ginny didn't laugh. Harry stopped. "It's not funny." Ginny said, in a dangerously low voice. "Um...you're right, it isn't." Harry said. "But that was!" Ginny said, laughing even more, referring to Harry changing his mind just because of what she said.
The next day
"We've had a little issue with Lily, lately. Again." The teacher who had sat Harry and Ginny down the day before, was once again sitting across from them in her classroom. "What about?" Ginny asked. "Well...it's really quite weird, actually. We, as in the school, think that...well, that she may have...issues." The teacher said. Harry tried to control himself from becoming angry at somebody saying his daughter had issues. "Like what kind of issues?" Ginny asked. "She isn't very social. She sits at her chair, drawing pictures, just like the one that I showed you yesterday, and...well, her pencils, and.," The teacher laughed. "This might just be my imagination. But...does Lily like to play with string? Like...invisible string?" The teacher asked. "Not that we know of." Harry said. "Lily hasn't been very fond of string." Ginny said, pursing her lips. "Why do you ask?" She asked. "Well...it seems that her paints, during finger painting time, well, they float. Like in thin air." The teacher said. She started to chuckle. "It's very interesting actually, watching her paint because she hardly touches the paper, yet the paint shows up everywhere. And well, yesterday one of the kids saw it. And well, right before they fainted, they uh...well, they called her a freak. And one of the paints dumped over his head, and nobody was holding it at all. It um...well it was...unique, shall I say?" The teacher said. "So what do you want us to do with her?" Harry asked. "Well, the committee voted and you see, we don't think that this school is right for Lily."
"Are you saying that you want Lily out of your school?"
The teacher nodded sadly. "She was a very wonderful student. I enjoyed having her. But not everybody feels that way. I'm sorry." The teacher said. Ginny sighed and glanced knowingly at Harry. They both got up, said bye to the teacher, and then left.
Two days later
"Where are we going, mummy?" Lily asked her mother, as they both stepped into the fireplace of their house. The fire place had been connected to the floo network over night and the family was now moving to the burrow, without telling anybody where they were going. If asked where, they would just simply say, "A different part of the country."
"We're going to grand dad and grand mum's house for a long first visit." Ginny explained. "Here's some floo powder." Harry said, and handed the powder to Ginny, who turned to Lily. "Listen, sweet heart, I want you to keep a very firm grasp on my hand." Ginny said, and Lily tightened her hand on her mum's. "And I want you to close your eyes." Lily closed her eyes. "And think happy thoughts and don't open your eyes until I tell you too." Ginny said. Lily shut her eyes even harder. "Am I getting a surprise?" Lily asked all excited. "Well, no, not exactly. I guess you could call it that. Now don't talk anymore until I say you can, remember to keep your eyes shut, and hold my hand real tight. There you go," Ginny said as Lily did all of the things. Ginny winked to Harry, looked around their house one last time and then threw the floo powder around her while yelling, "The Burrow!"
Lily and Ginny slid out of the fire place. "Ow...that hurt." Lily said, tears in her eyes. Ginny brushed her daughter off and then real fast, so Lily wouldn't see her dad getting out of the fire place, turned around and gestured to the house. "Here's your surprise!" Ginny said. Harry landed behind them, coughing. "Daddy, what are you coughing about?" Lily asked. "Uh..Daddy has a little allergy, sweet heart." He said. He then mumbled to himself, "To floo powder. Boy, I'm never using that again."
"THEY'RE HERE! THEY'RE HERE! OH! MY WONDERFUL CHILDREN AND GRAND CHILD ARE HERE!" Mrs. Weasley's shrill voice carried throughout the house. "Grand mum!" Lily said, then ran to her grand mother and hugged her around the knees. "My, child, you've grown! Look at you! You're almost as tall as me!" Mrs. Weasley said. Ginny laughed. "Hello, mum." She said. Mrs. Weasley rushed over to her daughter, then hugged her in a death lock. Ginny motioned to Harry. "Oh! Hi mum." Harry said. Mrs. Weasley rushed over to him, hugged him too, and then patted him on the cheek. "Oh, you look so handsome, as always, Harry!" Mrs. Weasley said.
"Thanks. You're looking stunning, as always." Harry said. Mrs. Weasley blushed. "Oh, stop!" She said, then ran over to the stove, waved her wand (since she was now allowed to use magic in front of Lily) and the oven started to pre-heat. Lily watched in amusement. "Where's my aunts and uncles and cousins, Grand mum?" Lily asked, taking a seat at the kitchen table, on her dad's lap. "Oh...they must've not heard me. RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY, HERMIONE JANE WEASLEY, ALAIN CHARLES WEASLEY, GET DOWN HERE AND SEE YOUR RELATIVES! NOW!" Three pairs of feet stomped down the stairs and into the kitchen, where they hugged everyone.
"Uncle Ron! Aunt Hermione! Guess what?" Lily asked excitedly. Ron picked her up. "What?" He asked. "I don't have to go to Kindergarten anymore, and I'm happy because I didn't like kindergarten! It made me miss mummy and daddy too much! And the kids there hated me! So now I'm really glad because I don't have to go! Isn't that great?" Lily asked. "That's splendid!" Ron said. "But did they teach you how to escape a tickle attack?" Ron asked. Lily shook her head in confusion. "Well they should've because you're in one!" Ron said, then started to tickle Lily so that she started to slide down him. She giggled, then went over to Alain, who picked her up. "And how's my little cousin doing? Not having any troubles, are we?" He asked. "Nope.daddy and mummy have been good to me. Especially for letting me come over to your house this time, instead of you coming to my house!" Lily said. She was let down and ran up the steps. "Where are JEN AND JIMMY?" Lily asked, stopped mid way. She screamed and ran down the steps, her two cousins chasing her. "We're going to get you!" Jen screamed. "You're in our house, now!" Jimmy yelled, although he didn't live at the burrow.
The ten year olds eventually caught up with Lily and tackled her to the ground, tickling her and making her scream for mercy. "Come on! Come on!" Katie Bell came around the corner and picked her kids up by the cuffs of the maroon jumpers (a Weasley jumper) and dragged them over to their aunt's and uncle's. "Hi, Ginny! It's so good to see you!" Katie said, while hugging Ginny. "Harry! Oh, you haven't changed a bit." Katie said, hugging Harry. She released him. "It's only been about a week." Harry said. "Oh, but it seems like much more." Katie said. George tromped down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Did you get her?" He asked Jimmy and Jen. They both gave the thumbs up sign. "Brilliant work, guys! That's a free pack of skiving snack boxes for both of you to share." George said. He high fived his kids, then turned around to Ginny. "And what do we have here? My little sister with the stupid git of a bloke, Harry Potter?" George asked in a sneer identical to Draco Malfoy's.
"Great Draco Malfoy impression there, mate. You'll have to do that at the Halloween party, and you'll be set for the winner." Harry said. George chuckled and pat Harry on the back, then stopped before Ginny. "What, George?" Ginny asked. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Ginny asked. "Oh, come off it, George! Stop looking at me like that!" Ginny exclaimed. George threw her arms around her and squeezed her. "Ginny! My little and only sister! You've finally got a boyfriend, eh?" George asked sarcastically, eyeing Harry. Lily squeezed herself in between her mother and her uncle. "And don't forget me!" She said.
George gasped. "What's this?" He asked in a fake tone of surprise, then picked up Lily. "A little girl, too? Oi, Ginny! I don't think mum is going to go for you having a kid!" George said. Lily cocked her head a bit, not getting the joke, and Ginny glared at George. Harry laughed a little. "George! I'm warning you! Stop picking on your sister!" Mrs. Weasley yelled. "Yes mum." George said, hanging his head. "Are Uncle Fred, Aunt Angelina, and Molly here?" Lily asked, pulling on her grand-mum's apron.
"I think that they're upstairs, getting your room ready, dear. They should be down in a little while." Lily nodded and sped off into the living room to play with Jen, Jimmy, and Alain. Ginny and Harry sat down at the table, across from Ron and Hermione.
"So what sign did she show, that made you come here?" Ron asked. "Well.you do remember how she was telling you that she didn't like kindergarten, and that all the kids were mean to her there?" Ginny asked. "Yes." Ron said. "She dumped a container of paint over someone's head." Ginny said. "What sign of magic does that show?" Ron asked. "It's pretty obvious, Ron." Hermione said. "She didn't dump the paint over the poor little boys head, the un-magical way. She must've used occulemecy." Hermione said. "Hermione's right." Harry said. "As always." Ron muttered and Hermione hit him on the shoulder.
"George." Harry called one of the twins over to the table. "Yes?" He asked. "Ready for Jen, Jimmy, and Molly to go to Hogwarts, yet?" Harry asked. "It's been hard to think of letting Jen and Jimmy go. Molly's a different story. She's been screaming and crying an awful lot lately. Especially when Fred and Angelina told her about Hogwarts. The whole concept of not getting to see her parents, for almost a whole year...and going to a school, that she really doesn't want to go to...she hates it, and she doesn't want to go. Every time you mention Hogwarts around her, she'll run off, crying her little eyes out. But I suppose it's because she has no other older brothers or sisters already going there. In fact, her, being an only child- she also hates that- she's blaming Angelina and Fred on that."
Ginny gasped. "No!"
"Well it is kinda their faults, you know...I mean, you can't exactly get a little brother or sister without your parents doing you-know-what..." Harry murmured. Ginny shot him the Weasley look and he shut up immediately. George succeeded in trying not to laugh at Harry and continued with talking about Molly.
"Yes. Just the other day, I heard her having another one of her righteous screaming fights. Screamed bloody murder, she did. Reminded me a lot of Umbridge, when I heard her having a hissy fit over something a student did."
"But when she calms down, she's totally fine. Just don't mention Hogwarts, ok?" Fred asked, coming down the stair case. "Fred, mate. It's good to see you." Harry said, hugging his brother-in law, then sitting back down. "DID I HEAR HOGWARTS!" An angry scream erupted from the staircase. The whole table turned to see Molly, Fred and Angelina's daughter, red face.
"Molly! Don't start right now! We have company over!" Angelina scolded her daughter, coming down the stairs. "I don't care! I'm not going to Hogwarts! Never, ever, EVER!" Molly turned to face her mother. "And you can't make me." She said menacingly. "She's actually relatively nice, when she's not blowing up." Fred whispered to the whole table, then said, "All right, Mol, you'll stop this-,"
"I said, I don't CARE! And DON'T call me Mol! My name is Molly. Mol sounds like I'm mauling somebody."
"Molly the Mauler is her new nickname." George whispered to Ginny and Harry.
"Molly. Stop acting like a four year old, stop pouting, or you're going into time out."
"I'm ten years old, you can't put me into time out! I'm too old! Time outs are for four years and under, I even read it in Aunt Hermione's book on how to care for kids, under four! I have proof that my theory is right! SO HA!" Molly yelled. "Guess I shouldn't've left that book out on the coffee table." Hermione whispered. "Come on, young lady, up the stairs, get going! You're going in your room, and you're going to stay there!" Fred rose his voice, walking calmly and slowly towards where Molly was sitting on a step of the stairs. She stood up, level with her father, by standing on the step. "FINE!" She said, then turned around and smirked, knowing she still had her wand to unlock the door of her bedroom. She got up three steps until Fred called, "And you'll give me your wand, if you don't want to stay in there longer!" A stick-like object flew down from the top of the stairs and hit Fred in the face. "Thank you!" He shouted.