Problem 5! Not exactly how I wanted it, but It'll do. This is set the Christmas of Lily's first year. She's 11 or 12 years old.

Disclaimer-Not Jo Rowling!:)


"Lily, it's your turn. Open your gift!" Dad ordered cheerfully. It was Christmas, and as always we were spending it with the whole Potter-Weasley clan at the Burrow. I looked down at the gift in front of me; it was long and narrow, but slightly more bulky at the end. It really wasn't hard to guess what was under the wrappings. I looked to Mum and Dad, smiling before ripping the paper off of my brand new broom. My eyes lit at the sight of it; it was long, sleek, polished and strong looking. I knew it was a well quality broom.

"Thank you!" I shrieked before launching into my father's arms for a huge hug and then to Mum.

"We figured that since your eleven now, and you've had your first broom lesson at Hogwarts, you can play in the annual Potter-Weasley Christmas Quidditch Game." Mum explained. I looked around at the rest of the family. I could now play the family game with my aunts, uncles, cousins, and parents, the only problem was that I wasn't too sure of my abilities. I could fly well enough, since I had learned at school, along with from my family, but my Quidditch skills weren't all that good.

I watched the rest of my family open gifts and opened a few more, all the while fretting about my Quidditch skills. I thought back to when I had tried to practice with James and Al only to fail at each and every position. Al said maybe I'd do better next time. James said I had better do better next time. Well, that "next time" had arrived and I was worried.

"Dinnertime!" Gran Weasley suddenly called from the kitchen. I had been so wrapped up in my thoughts that I hadn't noticed that the last of our gifts had been opened.

We Weasley-Potters (and Teddy and Andromeda) piled into the kitchen, all of us wearing our sweaters that Gran hand knitted for us all. Mine was a cheery magenta color with a yellow "L" on it. Everyone else had shirts similar. Uncle Ron complained about how he always got the "bloody ugliest" one of all. Aunt Hermione told him to stop acting so childish.

The kitchen was filled with a mixture of aromas. On the table there was a large assortment of pies, puddings, meats, and tarts. Gran had of course outdone herself again. As we sat down I heard Dad discussing the teams. As always all the Potters were on one team, usually accompanied by some Weasley stand-ins. Teddy always played on the Potter side though. We realized a few years ago that there was far too many of us for just two teams of course. So naturally we have three.

Typically the teams go like this.

Team 1=Potters

Harry (dad)

Ginny (mum)

James

Al

Teddy

Victoire (since her and Teddy are together)

Aunt Fleur (since Vic's her daughter)

Team 2=Weasley 1

Uncle Ron

Rose

Hugo

Uncle Bill

Dominique

Louis

Uncle Charlie

Team 3=Weasley 2

Uncle George

Aunt Angelina

Roxanne

Fred

Aunt Audrey (Uncle Percy's wife that is a million times better at Quidditch than him)

Molly

Lucy

This year it's different though, since I'm going to play. "So Lily will play instead of Fleur?" I heard dad ask.

"Yes, I am so glad zat I am able to sit and watch thees year. I am not very good at Quidditch." Aunt Fleur said gratefully. She really was rubbish at Quidditch, but I would have liked her to play instead of me.

Of course, it could never work that way for. After our Christmas dinner I found myself as a chaser on my family's team. Aunt Fleur got to sit watching, along with Aunt Hermione, Uncle Percy (Yes, he is my most pathetic Uncle), Andromeda, and my grandparents.

Along with me, Mum and Al were chasers. Teddy and James were beaters. Victoire was our keeper. Dad was our seeker.

Across from us on our make shift pitch, was Weasley team one. Rosie, Hugo, and Louis were the chasers. Uncle Bill and Dominique were the beaters, Uncle Ron was the keeper. Uncle Charlie was the seeker.

We took to the air, and I sat on my broom scared that I would do awfully. I looked down and watched as Aunt Fleur threw up the quaffle and released the snitch and bludgers. The game had begun. We were all swerving around on our brooms, but I wasn't afraid of falling. I was only afraid of the quaffle being tossed my way.

My fear became real as Mum tossed the quaffle to me. I managed to catch, but after that I was unsure what to do. I tried flying right and almost got hit with a bludger. I tried flying left and almost ran straight into Louis. I flew forward, saw Al, and quickly tossed the quaffle to him. Once he had it, I thought I was safe, but I was very wrong.

I flew to a place where I might not get hit, not realizing that I was near Weasley 1's goal spot. Al threw the quaffle over to Mum, who caught it with no trouble. She then went to pass to me. I didn't notice though, and Rose caught before I even realized what had happened. Al gave me an angry look before zooming after Rosie. I gave Mum an apologetic look before she too went zooming the same way Al and Rose had gone.

I, determined to do something right thought I should follow too. Much to my dismay I ran straight into Hugo. We swerved away and I felt myself slipping off my broom. I managed to catch hold of it and pull myself back on, but I now had no clue where the quaffle, Mum, or Al were.

I suddenly noticed that Louis had the quaffle. He was speeding past me, and I turned to follow him. Dominique quickly shot a bludger toward me. It hit my side, and I was knocked to the left of where I was heading. The bludger had knocked me into James, who gave me a look similar to Al's. Nothing like the support of your siblings. I thought.

Though so far I had made little success in the game, I was still determined to do something good. I zoomed toward what I thought was Weasley 1's goal. It was actually our goal though. I ran into Victoire which made her miss blocking the quaffle. I turned to move away from the goal and got hit with another bludger. This one, I noticed came from James. "Hey!" I called to him. He flew in the other direction with no response.

I looked up to see if Dad was watching me. He wasn't which half made me glad, but half made me disappointed. Then, I noticed that he was reaching for something. It was the snitch. He was flying forward at top speed with his arm outstretched. I watched as his hand closed around the small golden ball. The game is over! I thought. But, did we win?

We all landed firmly on the ground, and went to Aunt Fleur for the score.

"Though zee Potter team got the snitch, zee Weasley team won." She told us.

"I knew it, I knew we'd lose. Lily, don't you know how to play Quidditch?" James questioned angrily.

"James, it's just a game. Leave your sister alone." Mum said defending me.

"I-I'm sorry." I said. "I guess I'm no good at Quidditch." That was an understatement, I tried playing again, and I did worse. Quidditch is not my thing and it probably never will be. There was one great thing that came out of that Christmas though, Teddy proposed to Victoire. I knew they'd get together, I said it all along.


There you have it. Lily sucks at quidditch, but at least Teddy proposed to Victoire right? Review for more of Lily's problems!:D