Author's Note: So, I began writing this story 4 years ago, when I was 14. I'm not really sure why I returned to it. Partly, I think, it was because I wanted something to write while I have writer's block on my own works. Mostly though, I think it's because I have a lot going on and I just want to forget about everything. So yeah. I wrote up a short chapter, trying to get back into the swing of fanfic things.

Confessions with Hagrid

After she left the Hugo and Max, Lily wandered the grounds a bit, ending up at Hagrid's hut. She stopped for a moment and then walked up to the door and knocked. "Lily?" Hagrid asked as he swung the door open. "What're you doin' here?"

She shrugged. "I was just walking around the grounds. Thought I'd stop by."

Hagrid hesitated. "Well, why don't you come in?" he said, moving aside to let her in. "You really needn't be wanderin' the grounds by yerself."

Lily laughed. "It's like any Death Eaters are going to pop up and give me a scare." She looked around the small hut. "Hagrid. Where does your wife live?"

"Oh, oh she and I have another house, in Hogsmeade. Didn't want ter stray to far, o' course," he replied putting the kettle over the fire. "And don't joke about the Death Eaters. The Aurors haven't caught all of them just yet."

She sighed. "It's been twenty-one years Hagrid. You would think that by now, they'd have given up."

"It just isn't that easy, Lily."

There was a moment of silence. "What was Voldemort like?"

Hagrid looked up at her, wide eyed with shock. "What did you say?"

Lily repeated her question.

He shook his head, walking away. "Ye shouldn't be asking questions like that Lily. It looks bad."

"I'm just curious," she replied, walking over to him. "Dad said that you had gone to school with him. What was he like? Was he always bad?"

"Oh, when we are at school, he wasn't known as Voldemort, he was known as Tom Riddle," Hagrid started. "He-he was clever. The cleverest in the school. And a Prefect. The top of his class. He got me expelled, in me third year. If ye looked at him, ye wouldn't be able to tell that he was going to be the Darkest wizard alive. The girls always saw him as handsome. Attracted a lot of attention with his looks, he did. I don't think anyone expected he'd be any trouble. Except Dumbledore, o' course. Bless his soul."

"And he was in Slytherin, right?"

He looked at her oddly. "Yes, that's right."

"And, do you have to be in Slytherin to be like him? Or could you be in another House? Like Griffindor?"

Hagrid bristled. "Now, I don't know what yer gettin' at Lily Luna Potter, but you stop it right now. What do it matter what Voldemort was like? He's dead and gone, along time ago."

"Well, isn't it important to know the signs of a potential Dark Lord?"

"Potential Dark- I think it's best you leave, Lily. You'll get in trouble, asking questions like that. Especially with yer brothers-"

Lily stopped in the middle of leaving, turning around. "What about my brothers Hagrid?"

"Nothing, nothing. I shouldn't have said that."

"But you did," she pressed. "It's because they're in different Houses, isn't it? It's because Albus is in Slytherin and James is in Griffindor and they act completely awful to each other!" Lily burst into tears, tears she didn't feel coming.

Hagrid sighed, going over to hug. "Now, now. Don't ye worry about it Lily. They're brothers, they'll come to eventually. I suspect it's just a bit o' sibling rivalry," he said. "It'll all be o'er eventually."

Lily pulled away and wiped a few of her tears away. "I hope so. I don't know who to side with, Hagrid."

"Well, who said ye gotta side with anyone? They're both yer brothers, aren't they?" Hagrid said. "You'll still be their sister, regardless. Might as well accept that."

Lily pouted. "James is a such a prat, though. He makes it impossible."

Hagrid chuckled. "Nothing was ever impossible for a Weasly or a Potter. And yer both." Lily grinned up at him. "Now," he said. "Keep yer chin up and don't worry about yer brother's little rivalry."

"I'll try Hagrid," Lily said with a smile, before leaving the hut. The talk with Hagrid made her feel a little better. But she was still wondering why no one had ever noticed that Tom Riddle would grow to be so evil. And what made Dumbledore the only person to be able to see it.

Of course, she had heard all of the stories about Dumbledore. That he was the greatest wizard of his time. What Lily wanted to know was, how did a wizard get so great? Were they born that way? Or was it something they had to strive for, here at Hogwarts?