Chapter One: Lillian Potter and Jonathon Malfoy
Lily sat on a chair in the kitchen waiting for her always late father. She was starting her first year at Hogwarts this year and she didn't know what to expect.
While her father was the great Harry Potter who put the great lord Voldemort to death, her mother was an ordinary witch by the name of Ginny Potter.
Lily had inherited her father's eyes and hair but her mother's attitude. Her father and mother told her about their days at Hogwarts and how great it was. Lily was so excited about going. They had not been able to control her when she had gotten her letter.
"Dad! We're going to be late!" Lily stood and started to pace as her father ran in. "I'm sorry dear." He pulled on his other shoe. "Ok then let's go!" He walked quickly into the living room to the fireplace. Lily sighed deeply then followed.
"Please stay out of trouble Lily." He kept saying to her till they were on the other side of Platform nine and three quarters. "I will dad." He looked down at her. "Promise me. I know what it's like there, okay?" Lily sighed deeply. "Yeah, yeah I know."
Finally after another long talk he kissed her good bye as the train blew the whistle. "Dad I have to get! It's going to leave!" Harry let her go and watched her run up to the train and climb on.
What have I done now? He thought to himself as the Hogwarts Express moved out of view.
"Mom, we have to get going soon." John said to his mother as she finished up cleaning the living room, with magic of cource. His mother came up to him and smiled. I can't believe it, my son going off to Hogwarts. God do I miss it." She looked up at the ceiling remembering the good times.
"But I do hope you get into Gryffindor though." She began to pack the rest of his clothes in his trunk. John came up next to her. "Why? Wasn't dad in Slytherin?" He sat in a chair next to her.
"Yes, but I would like if you were in my house. It was great fun. Your sister is in your father's house so it would be nice if one of you could be in my old one." She closed the trunk.
"But don't Gryffinor's and Slytherin's hate each others mom?" John stood and started to help his mother with his Hogwarts things.
"Yes I suppose they do but enough with that." She sat down on the sofa and sipped her iced tea.
"Then why did you and dad get together?" He asked curiously. His mother looked over at him. "It's complex. It was dark times. When Voldemort ruled, everyone was scared. Your father was on his side,yes but he changed and well, that's that." She smiled then stood. "Well let's go on to the train, shall we?"