A/N: Well here is chapter 6. I am going away for the weekend so I'm not sure when I will outline the next chapters and post them up. Thank you for those have reviewed and favorited this story :) Hope this is a good chapter. Constructive criticism will help me how to develop the next couple of chapters. And trust me when I say that reviews are the bestest :D and the most helpful. Hope you like. Happy weekend! To all!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!

Win Battles, then Win the Wars.

In direct contrast to the calm aura of the Malfoy house, the Burrow was in an uproar. Several battles were being fought inside the home of Arthur and Molly Weasley I; the walls were shaking which had Albus, Louis, and Fred flee outside to escape the fury.

One of the fights began with Molly's continuous silent treatment of her younger sister. When asked about it pointedly by Victoire, Molly had responded in a scathing tone,

"She's a Slytherin. I had a reputation to uphold at school."

Her namesake, Molly I, had blown up in anger to the point she was blowing dishes from the harsh flicks of her wand; Audrey Weasley comforted Lucy who had broken down in tears at Molly's cruelty. Audrey, in soothing tones, assured her youngest that she and her father were proud of her, while looking sharply at her eldest, who still stubbornly held her head high. Arthur and Percy were seething in sheer disappointment. Memories of Percy's own family defection were on both their minds and it drove Percy mad that his own daughter was making the same mistake. He looked at his father, ashamed at his past behaviour. Now he understood how they must have felt when he disowned his own family for his own ambitions.

Percy sat his daughter down and revealed his own mistakes; he talked of the motives, how he ignored the blatant truth in order to make a name for himself and away from his father, of whom at the time he was ashamed of. He talked on how he lobbied to separate Ron from Harry, how he ignored his own mother on Christmas, and how he backed the infamous Dolores Umbridge for being the Hogwarts High Inquisitor. Lucy was stunned; she had heard of the Umbridge woman and how she had tainted the name of Hogwarts and of what she did to the Muggle-borns doing the second war.

Molly was stricken with horror; a building shame was slowly creeping in her skin. She listened to her father, how he admitted his own fault and grateful that his brother, the deceased Fred Weasley, twin to George, was the first to forgive him. Victoire, who had known of her Uncle Percy's defection, looked at her cousin with the look of an avenging angel and scathingly retorted,

"You see, Molly. Ignoring your family gets you nowhere."

Molly snapped out of her silence and began an attempt to defend her actions, which led to the second battle in the house. Both cousins began to shriek at the other; Molly said she had to live up to her reputation in which Victoire called her a disgrace and proceeded to roar,

"What reputation? YOU DIDN'T EVEN MAKE HEAD GIRL LIKE YOU WANTED!" This made Molly even angrier; she was still smarting over that fact and as she began to argue back, Lucy stood up and faced Molly. She blocked Victoire, who made a move to keep the others from interfering. While their grandparents were tending to the other argument that had begun between Percy and George, who had taunted him,

"You should have known it was going to come back at you, Perce." Audrey had noticed her daughters were facing off in a manner that had her worried; Victoire held her back slightly, telling her,

"This is their fight, Aunt Audrey. Lucy needs to tell her how she feels." Audrey looked at her daughters in trepidation. Molly was looking at her sister with a mixture of wariness and sadness. Lucy, however, was elegant and calm. She carried herself with a poise that made Victoire and her mother, Fleur, proud. Staring at her big sister, Lucy calmly told her,

"It's a wonder you weren't sorted into Slytherin, Molls. You're more ambitious than I ever could be. I would never forsake my family for some stupid agenda has a reputation."

Molly was silent; the shame that was building had now flowed freely and it chilled her. Lucy looked at her father, who had stopped arguing with his brother. She smiled at him through her tears.

"Daddy, I know you regret what happened. All I hope is that Molly doesn't take years to truly apologize to me for ignoring me at school." She turned to look her sister in the eye again and a gleam was in her own eyes that had Molly backing away slightly. Percy had to stifle a smile; his little girl was growing up wonderfully.

"I am proud of being in Slytherin; I am lucky to have Lily by my side, as well as Penelope, Diego, and Azura. I love my family, even you, Molly. But if you do not stop with your prejudices of my House, I will have Aunt Ginny or Lily teach me their Bat Bogey Hex so I can teach you the lesson you deserve." Lucy left Molly in a shocked state and sat by her mother who hugged her. George and Percy had to stifle their smirks.

They all realized another battle was waging in the next room with Lily's loud guffaw at her brother James' anger. With a sigh of exasperation, Molly Sr. had to check on how her other grandchildren were faring. Arthur was content to sit with his other two sons and talk of their plans for the summer. Lucy was curious and followed her grandmother. Molly was being given a stern lecture by her mother and wasn't allowed to follow her sister.

The other battle that was being fought was between the Potter siblings. James had heard that Lily was going to try out for Seeker for her House next term. At first he laughed, thinking his tiny little sister didn't know how to fly. Lily, however, informed him of Adrian Pucey Jr. training her and also of learning how to fly better since both Albus and James had left for Hogwarts.

Realizing that his sister was going to be 13 in December and the talent she probably possessed which he took for granted caused him to roar in frustration. In between Lily's laughter and his yells, he managed to cause Rose and Victoire flare up from anger by accusing Lily of betraying her family. Victoire was still riled up from her argument with Molly she started calling James immature while Rose was snorting with derision at James' ego; she knew he wanted to win every Gryffindor match but his sister playing for the rival house would make it trickier. She knew Lily was pretty talented and considering who her parents were, it was stupid of James to assume his sister wouldn't want to play Quidditch.

Roxanne and Dominique, the next and last Weasleys to enter Hogwarts, were in rapt fascination with their cousins' fight. They admired Lily for holding her own against James, who was among the oldest of the boys, not counting Teddy. The fact that she was Slytherin with Lucy and that she loved being a Slytherin made the pair sort of an icon for the younger girls.

They were giggling at Lily's taunts to James, who was beside himself with frustration and begrudgingly admiring his sister. She was truly a Potter and although it angered him to know she was a Slytherin, he couldn't help but be proud of her. But his pride in his sister wasn't enough to faze him; he knew that her being in the Slytherin Quidditch team would give the boost in confidence the team needed for the past few years. The Slytherins were now always boasting of having the Potter and Weasley girls; they were the jewels of their house. If Lily made the team, they would be notorious. James was redder and redder with anger and Lily along with Rose and Victoire couldn't help but laugh at James and his obsession with Quidditch.

Harry Potter had managed to stand by the sidelines watching the several battles going on simultaneously, as well as the other conversations that were being held up amongst the noise. Ron and Hermione were trying to catch up with Hugo, who was too enthralled in Lily and James' fight. Teddy was talking to Bill and Charlie Weasley about the current gripes amongst the goblins at Gringotts, Fleur was fussing with Dominique's hair, and Roxanne and her mother Angelina had decided to join Hermione's conversation with Hugo and Ron. Harry locked eyes with his beloved wife.

Ginny Potter was there on the side, making sure anything physical would occur. She gave Harry a pointed look, to which he sighed. He didn't want to tell any of his children their plans in a few days. He didn't want another battle to explode again, just as things were calming down. Ginny placed her hands on her hips and gave her husband another look in which he cringed and nodded. She then edged herself closer to her children, waiting for the backlash.

Harry joined Albus, Fred, and Louis who were playing Exploding Snap, to block out the noise from the house. They were unaware that the multiple fights had slowly become murmurs of either disapproval or assurances, with the occasional shout from James. As he approached the boys, Albus looked up at his father with a cheerful smile. Harry, in return, gave him a sheepish look.

Albus' smile faltered and looked confused at his father. Realizing what the sheepish look always meant, his face morphed into horror. His father only had that look whenever they made a visit to their Muggle relatives. He leapt up with the blur of the wind and ran inside the house. Fred and Louis decided to follow suit. Harry groaned and followed them inside.

Ginny had already positioned herself literally behind Lily who was now bored with James, despite his continuous diatribe. She saw Albus skidding in between his siblings. She looked at Harry and her lips twitched. He didn't like this more than anyone of them but unlike his aunt, he never forgets his family. She saw as her youngest son turned to his brother and yelled,

"James, would you SHUT UP ALREADY! DAD AND MUM ARE TAKING US TO SEE AUNT PETUNIA AGAIN!" James went pale and silent while Lily shrieked in horror. All three of the children faced their parents, for now Ginny had joined her husband's side. Several of the surrounding Weasleys began to chuckle while Rose, Hugo, and Lucy shared Lily's horror.

Lily reacted quicker than James and began to prepare her act to try to get them all out of this; she looked between her brothers and started to plead their case.

"After the LAST TIME! Really! But Daddy…" She stressed the last part out and mournfully looked at her father. Her doe eyes widened and watered up, her lips quivered and she began to pout. "I don't want to go. She doesn't like us. Don't make us, Daddy, please?" Her eyes were glassy from the tears she was holding in; James remained silent and Albus looked apprehensive.

Harry's resolve began to waver a bit as he looked at his daughter; Ginny was looking shrewdly at James, whose face began to look hopeful and was looking at Lily with a glee in his eyes. She knew from experience that that look of Lily's would get them out of anything, and Ginny also knew that's what he was expecting. Albus still looked apprehensive but was now looking imploringly at his father. Before Harry could answer, Ginny stood their ground.

"Enough, the three of you. It is only for one afternoon and it is really to see your Uncle Dudley and his children. Petunia will be there of course but…" She saw her daughter's agonized look and realized that what might have began as an act was no longer one.

"But mum, I hate the way Aunt Petunia looks at me. She stares at me like I'm sort of ghost. I don't mind Uncle Dudley but I don't want to see her." She began to panic at the thought of being in the same room with Aunt Petunia. "Can't I stay at Grandma's or go stay elsewhere? Please?"

Lily began to recall the few times she was with her father's aunt. She made her feel odd; it was in those moments she felt for her father and what he must have endured as a child. He resembled his father, James Potter I, a lot but with his mother's, Lily Evans Potter, eyes. Whenever he would encounter someone who knew his parents that's all he heard. From what she knew, it was his eyes that caused Petunia Dursley to shun him and eventually would haunt Severus Snape, her grandmother's former best friend.

Even though she didn't inherit Lily Evans Potter's eyes(she sort of resented Albus a little), Lily resembled her namesake so much it caused her Aunt Petunia to always look at her with a mixture of fear, regret, and anger twinged with sadness. Remembering her formidable aunt, the one who caused her father such sadness when he was growing up without knowing about his own parents, caused the tears she was holding back for dramatic effect to spill over. Hysteria swept through her and cried out,

"I don't want to go! I WONT GO!" She ran out the house sobbing. Victoire, who had heard the last part, followed her to comfort her. Albus made to follow his little sister, but Rose held him back. The house was finally quiet and the other Weasleys looked uncomfortable, in which Hermione changed the topic to Quidditch, knowing this would cause the the family back to attention. It did work, mostly.

Hugo and Lucy looked out towards the orchard where their cousins had fled to; Harry looked at Ginny, who smiled weakly. She gave him a reassuring kiss and went to seek her daughter. She softly told Lucy and Hugo to give her and Lily a few minutes of mother/daughter time. They agreed and joined to talk of Quidditch between the uncles. Molly Sr. gave an encouraging smile to her only daughter and proceeded to fuss over the rest of her grandchildren, now that the wars of the Burrow had quieted down.

Harry turned to his sons and sighed resignedly.

"We are only going for the afternoon. SILENCE!" Harry yelled for James had made a motion to protest. "Dudley invited us as usual. As you know, over the years we have been having a friendly correspondence and he's wanted to see us again. He knows that all three of you are in Hogwarts and aware that the upcoming years will be busy ones, especially for you, James. It might be the last time we go for a long while and I think it would be nice since he likes Albus."

Albus smiled feebly at his father; he knew that Uncle Dudley liked him since he resembled his father exactly. It was his way of making up for lost time from their childhood when they were young. He knew why Lily didn't want to go; this time it wasn't an act. She really didn't like their Aunt Petunia.

"Will Lily go? I would understand if she doesn't." Albus was solemn as he asked his father this but James snorted.

"Typical Slytherin, snaking her way out of this mess. She did wonders with that act." James was sniggering.

Albus looked at his big brother with exasperation while he heard Rose snort.

"James, I think you shouldn't play Quidditch anymore. The long term damage may be irreparable." Albus snorted while James was insulted. Harry, however, looked at his son with a stern expression that had James' anger fading slightly.

"Even if that was a joke, it was a poor one at that. It's those kinds of jokes that cause real prejudices among the best of people. Your cousins Lucy and Molly are a perfect example of what can happen due to jokes like that." James looked ashamed and was mortified. He never thought it would be that extreme. Even if his sister was a Slytherin, he can't imagine not talking to her; Molly had taken the rivalry between the Houses more seriously than he could have ever have done. Harry continued on,

"Your sister has a reason for not going and nor your mother and I can't blame her. It isn't her fault she resembles a woman she never had the chance to know." His own voice became thick with emotion and Albus went to hug his father while James allowed his father to embrace the both of them. They knew this was the reason for their dad spoiling their sister: she herself was a token of someone he'd missed his whole life.

Realizing just how spoiled his sister is, James began to snort, which caused his father to give him a questioning look.

"So basically it's your fault Lily got sorted into Slytherin. You spoiled her rotten because she looks like Grandmother Lily; she also knows every trick of the book on how not to get into trouble." Albus, along with the rest of the Weasleys, began to laugh; George's being the loudest guffaw. Harry smiled amusedly at his eldest son and punched him slightly in the ribs.

"Who's up for a game of Quidditch!" Bill Weasley had boomed over the laughter and was met with cries of yes'. Rose and Hermione declined and preferred to talk of the upcoming year, with Roxanne, Fleur and her little Dominique listening with rapt attention and their growing excitement for Hogwarts.

Neither of the remaining Weasley girls cared which house they were sorted in. They all sounded great and were anxious to make a name for themselves. Although Slytherin was still slightly scary sounding, the fact that Lily and Lucy were the top of their year as well as popular made them somewhat assured of whatever the Sorting Hat's decision. They each hoped to be in the same house as their parents, but if for some reason they were placed elsewhere, then it probably would be for the best. They were no longer afraid anymore of where they would go, for they know someone at least in every house, directly or indirectly.

Meanwhile, Lily and Ginny were having a heartfelt talk in the orchard. Victoire had been comforting Lily when her Aunt Ginny came outside. Looking at her aunt's expression, she knew it was time for the mother and daughter. Smiling at her aunt and hugged Lily one more time before she left the two Potter women alone. Victoire had hugged her aunt as well before leaving, in which Ginny had stroked her eldest niece's hair lovingly.

After Victoire's steps slowly faded and knowing she and her mother were alone, Lily looked at her mother beseechingly. Ginny smiled knowingly and held her daughter as Lily's sobs began again, this time softly.

"I know it's hard, my love. Forgive me; I completely forgot that you didn't like her. And for some reason, I thought you might have outgrown that feeling towards your father's aunt. You act so wise already; I forget you're only 12." She sighed as she stroked her daughters deep scarlet locks.

Lily's muffled cries stopped after a few silent moments, while her mother stroked her hair like she used to when she was much younger. It hit her how much she missed her parents, especially her mother. Her mother knew her almost as well as her dad and she more or less understood why. They each are the only women of their families. In the eyes of the others, Ginny Potter will always remain the little girl of the Weasley family, just as Lily will always be the little girl in her parents' eyes. This both pleased and flustered her; she had no clue how to live up to any expectations that her parents may have. Somehow sensing this, Ginny began to speak again,

"Enjoy your time being young, darling. Your father didn't get much of that when he was your age, and I had to grow up faster than I had anticipated. As long as you're happy with whatever comes your way, we will be too. Your dad is so proud of you, Lily. You broke the mould of who belongs in Slytherin; you're doing so much already and you're only being yourself. And that's what matters most."

Lily looked at her mother, smiling through the leftover tears. Ginny's hands wiped away the traces as Lily sighed.

"Mum, please, don't make me go. At first I was trying to get us all out of it. But then I remembered how Aunt Petunia would look at me and I remembered how dad grew up…" Her voice cracked and she held back the sob that was threatening in her throat. Her father managed to survive his aunt and so much more. She could do him proud by doing the same. "But I'll go anyway if it makes everything easier." Ginny shook her head.

"No, darling. I think its best if you do stay back. Your father more than understands. When you're ready to face your Aunt Petunia without feeling creeped out, your dad can wait. Besides, the woman still creeps us all out and we're older." Ginny winked and Lily laughed instantly, her sadness gone.

"Where will I go? I would go to Penelope's but she told me they're going away tomorrow for the week to Wales." Lily wished the invite had been extended to her, but she understood that the family wanted some time for themselves. She herself in fact wanted to spend time with her parents and her grandparents, as well Teddy and Victoire. Ginny looked lost in thought and she smiled broadly.

"Maybe you can stay with Astoria and Draco at the manor? I'm sure Scorpius wouldn't mind and maybe he can teach you the piano like you asked him to." Lily's face lit up and looked hopefully at her mother.

"Mum, do you think it'll be okay? I don't want to intrude on them! I can stay with Grandpa and Grandma." But her eyes were telling a whole other story and Ginny knew where her daughter wanted to go. She smiled and hugged her daughter.

"I'm going to owl Astoria right now. I'm sure she would understand; I had already told her of our plans to see your father's relatives for the afternoon. She had offered for you and Al to stop over but I had thought not. Besides, Scor and Al need some space. They're as troublesome as your father and Uncle Ron." Ginny rolled her eyes and Lily was laughing.

She was feeling better and even if she couldn't stay with Scorpius and his parents, she would at least take advantage of having her grandparents to herself, which she liked a lot than her other cousins did. Her grandmother liked cooking both the magic and Muggle way and Lily was intrigued on knowing how to cook both ways if possible. As her love for potion brewing grew, so did her love of culinary arts. Her own grandmother's cooking had always interested her; therefore she concluded should she was unable to go to Malfoy Manor, she could at least pick up hints on how to cook from her awesome Grandma Molly.