A/N: I don't own anything you recognize.
This is for the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenges forum
Are you crazy enough to do it Challenge
195. (era) Next Generation Era
If You Dare Challenge
564 Never Again
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Insane Prompt Challenge
14: Word – Plethora - A large or excessive amount of something
Word count: 461
Ginny stared at the room. A plethora of clothes were littering the floor.
"Lily Luna Potter!" Lily slid in from the window, where she'd been sitting on the roof.
"What?" Ginny blinked at the sight of her sixteen year old daughter.
"What the hell are you wearing!" Lily smiled and glanced down at her shirt, if one could call the scrap of fabric a shirt. The words 'Dumbledore's Army' were written on the light grey fabric. The shirt revealed all of Lily's stomach and navel, including the small glittering ruby navel stud. She wore a plaid skirt in Gryffindor colors, but it too seemed to be missing some fabric, coming just past her thigh. Her feet were bare and a small tattoo graced her left ankle. Ginny couldn't quite tell what it was.
"Like it?"
"No. Where did you get that shirt?"
"Made it, found the name in one of your old books. I can't believe you were part of a gang, mum!"
"It wasn't a gang, Lily. We were a study group, originally."
"And then you and Dad saved the world, pretty bad ass for something that wasn't a gang."
"It was horrible. It was war. People died Lily. People were murdered right in front of me. There was nothing 'bad ass' about it."
"Did you kill anyone?" Lily asked her eyes shining. Ginny shuddered.
"No." Ginny couldn't remember any more if that was a lie or not. The memories had shifted, melded with her nightmares over time. She had finally managed to put most of it behind her.
"You rebelled against the ministry, didn't you?"
"It was not a rebellion."
"It was. I can't believe you've grown up to be such a bore," Lily pouted. Ginny glared at her daughter.
"I'm not even going argue with you anymore, not about this. Lily, I pray you never, never find yourself in that situation, where you can't trust the ministry, where you are forced to make life or death decisions. Lily, I pray every night that you and your brothers never know what war feels like." Lily stared at her mother for a moment. Ginny wiped a tear from her eye. Her gaze falling back on the mess of junk around the room.
"Clean up this room, I mean put things away in their proper places, not just shoving this plethora of stuff under your bed again." Lily snorted rolling her eyes.
"And I expect you be dressed in something decent by the time your father gets home." Ginny left her daughter's room. Lily slammed the door behind her. She knew she would have to sit Lily down at some point, deal with this bout of teenage rebellion, but now, she put dinner on the table and tried to stop crying.