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I guess it is silly of me to think that Albus' last year at Hogwarts would be any different than the ones before. He was, in not so many words a goofball. When he learned I was also in Gryffindor, he set off firecrackers in the great hall. I should have been impressed, but he spent part of his third year in detention for those kinds of stunts. My parents never condoned the behavior, with all the trouble my dad caused, they couldn't say too much.

We found our way back onto the train for the last time together. My mother in tears, as my dad gave us massive hugs, that every time we leave, it's like our last time he will hug us. I am fine with that. My parents are about the coolest you could have. We didn't get away with everything, by any means, but we always had our mum and dad home when we went to bed. Dad always took off time in the summer so we could be a family. He always told me that love will give you everything you need. I understand what he means, but I think he has had one too many spells to the head with the way he talks sometimes.

Anyways, I went to visit Al, our cousins Rose and Fred. We were having a small conversation about our pending match against Hufflepuff when we returned to school. Rose was in the middle of tactics, even though she wasn't the Capitan, when we heard a scream from outside our compartment. We all tossed our candy and magazines aside and opened the door to see a second year running with his hair on fire. Rose pushed Al and me out of the compartment to chase the boy to put his hair out. Al followed to make sure the boy was alright.

I went in the other direction of them, getting to the bottom of the mess. I followed the train down, hearing laughs and stories of how the little boys faced looked. When I finally got to the end of the compartments, I knew who it was. Slytherins are annoying, if people think something changed from the last war, they are way off base. Sure, the World is better, but the bullies are still stupid.

"Should have known," I said rolling my eyes to see three seventh year boys laughing with their noses in the air, I wanted to cast a raining spell so they would drown. Malfoy and his goons sat with some girls trying to drape themselves in their arms, pretty pathetic if you ask me.

"Lay off Potter, what are you going to do? Tell your cousin to give us detention?" Malfoy barked sitting up a little, he knew she couldn't do anything, he was the Head Boy.

"Perhaps I should set you on fire, see how long your hair lasts Malfoy," I snapped at him crossing my arms. His expression dropped as he stood up, flicking his wand and shutting the door.

"I think your mistaking bravery for senselessness, you're out numbered, and lacking experience, in a lot of ways, I would guess," Malfoy hissed leaning above me.

I returned a heavy glare "Can't pick on someone your own size?"

"Maybe when I can find someone who can, but that person isn't you."

"And how would you know that," I said pulling out my wand. Malfoy leaned over me, putting his hand on the door, his mouth next to my ear. I couldn't help it! I jumped, not because I was enjoying the closeness in anyway, but it seemed out of character.

"Don't let your pride get in the way Potter. You might have your Father's last name and your Mum's looks, but we all know your just a washed up nothing who has nothing better to do than try to catch up to the shadows of your parents." People in the compartment started to laugh, I could not believe I let myself take that, but I was at a loss for words. I was trying to hold my composure as they all laughed.

"At least I have something to aim for, what's your excuse? Go on living your pathetic life trying to be better than the worst possible thing there is," I couldn't force myself to say the last words; I might as well call my Grandmum a mudblood.

"Say it," Malfoy dared.

"Death Eater," I said as strong as I could. Everyone was silent, you didn't call people that, never, and saying it to Malfoy I was about to have a one way ticket to the hospital wing for a month. Malfoy leaned closer to me, whispering so no one else could hear.

"And don't you forget it." His icy cool breath sending Goosebumps down my spine, "You still owe me a kiss, Potter." I felt as if my eyes were closed, because they were. I opened them up to see them unwelcomed by Malfoy's as he opened the door and pushed me out, slamming it behind me.

"There you are," Al said coming over to me, "Weren't sure where you ran off it. Find who did it?"

"Take a guess." I said wrapping my arms around myself; Malfoy's words still making me feel naked.

"It's alright Lils," Rose said putting an arm around me.

"How is he Head Boy anyways," I demanded walking down the train behind them.

"He really is nice," Rose interjected, "You just ask for him to be mean to you Lily."

"I do not," I interjected.

"Yes, you do. Besides, it wasn't him who did it. A sixth year did."

"But Malfoy said he did!"

"Malfoy was just getting a reaction from you."

I huffed and closed the door to our compartment, she was right.

The rest of the train ride went smoothly. I was with Hugo and Lysander Scamander, in our normal compartment with junk food and having a good time. We had a few more people come in and make sure we had a good Christmas. I thought the whole day was going to be a lost cause, until he finally poked his head in. Lorcan Scamander finally graced me with his wonderful presence. The twins were in fifth year with me as well, but they were in Ravenclaw, and that stunk because I have been in love with Lorcan since I knew what a feeling was.

We grew up together, we had spent summers together and everyone knew my heart beats only for him, except for him. I tried to keep my cool as I always do; I do not think we know the difference really. He came in and sat next to me, he smelt amazing, like being outside in the woods. I think I could die and be content with him this close to me. He pulled me into a hug that didn't last long enough. I have always dreamed of doing everything with him. I took my mum and aunt's advice and I've been trying to be myself around him, but it is kind of hard when my brain goes to mush.

"Lily?" He said my name again, wait, did he ask something?

"Huh?" I asked coming back to reality. Lorcan laughed a little and I bit my bottom lip.

"This is why I love you Lils, you are so smart, but you live in your head more than I do." His dark blonde hair was so perfect, the way it fell into his blue eyes and his skin was flawless. "How was your break? Miss me?"

"I always miss you," I told him… did that sound too needy, oh crap! "But I seemed to manage," I smiled at him. He smiled back and put his hand on his neck. I looked over at Hugo and Lysander who were trying to hold in their laughter.

I opened my mouth to say something else when there was a loud banging at the door. We all looked over to it as Lorcan put a hand in front of me. That was so sweet, him trying to keep me safe, even though we were on a moving train… and I wasn't scared of a knock. I pushed through his hand, by skin tingling at the touch. It was a third year Slytherin. He had a rude look on his face and a note that he shoved into my hands. "What is this?" I asked, but he was already walking down the alley way. I poked my head out of the compartment to see where the boy went. I wish I didn't see Malfoy was standing at the end, a wicked smile on his face as he walked away. This could not be good…