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Age Twenty, Fame

Though many offers had been made throughout his life, Harry Potter never allowed anyone to write a biography about his life. Some had tried, and a few unofficial books had emerged onto the shelves, but none were licensed, and no one had ever obtained an official interview with the legend himself in the context of writing a biography. Accomplished and prominent writers had been rattling at Harry Potter's door for years, but all efforts were in vain. He would permit no one a conference; no one except his daughter.

The last part of Lily's manuscript had been completed after formally speaking with her father about a few aspects of his life. The rest of her book she had complied of stories from her mother, Aunt Hermione, Uncle Ron and various other relatives, as well as tales she heard as she was growing up. Her father read over the manuscript after it was completed, and then it was sent to the printer as the first authorized biography of Harry Potter.

Naturally, it was received extremely well, and made Lily even more thankful that her first draft had escaped the flames that had engulfed her flat last year. It only took a week for The Golden One to climb to the top of the bestseller list. It only took a week for Lily to make more money than the insurance agency had to give her for the faulty electrical wiring in her flat. It only took a week for Lily Potter to become nearly as famous as her father. Clearly, no one in the wizarding world had forgotten the heroic feat of The-Boy-Who-Lived.

The phone in her newly-renovated flat had been ringing off the hook for two months now. Lily was wanted for radio shows and guest appearances, book signings and photo shoots. Somehow, these annoying people had gotten through her publisher and would not rest until Lily agreed to reply positively to their respective invitations.

Tim did not understand why his girlfriend was suddenly so tied up with phone calls. He could, of course, not understand, because he still did not know that Lily was a witch. Lily did not love him, and therefore never found an opportunity to let him in on her secret. Tim determined that she was hiding something from him, but she feigned innocence in the entire situation. Thus, her second serious relationship ended.

She had been dating Tim for almost a year, and was sad to see him go, but she did not feel for him the way she had felt for Scott. She could not trust him with her secrets, and he was not there for her whenever she needed him to be. True, he had offered his flat to her for six months while her own flat was being repaired and he had even occupied the sofa while she slept in his bed. He had shared his life completely for her, as if they were married, nearly, for six months, and yet she still did not love him. She had never told him so. He had admitted it once, three months ago, but had dropped the subject immediately when she did not reply. Guilt had only set in to Lily's conscience when he began to avoid calling her pet names, as he so loved to do. It was good, she felt, that they had broken up. It was good that Tim had ended their relationship so that she did not have to work up the courage to do so herself.

Now fame filled the hole Tim had occupied previously. He had never occupied the same space in her heart that Scott had, and he never would. Lily's relationship with Tim was a different kind of connection. She knew that they would not be friends after their breakup. This made her sad, but it was a fact of her life that she was willing to accept. She had to come to terms with it quickly, because fame descended upon her like a vulture upon a dead gazelle. The press was vicious and unyielding.

Fame was not all bad, however. No, Lily was actually rather enjoying the success of her book. Her picture was plastered across newspapers across the world, which was incredible. Her book was in the window of every wizarding book store she had passed in the last month. Fan letters were filling her publisher's office. The biographies were flying off of the shelves faster than they could be printed. Translations into fifty different languages were currently in motion. Lily had never dreamt of this magnitude of fame. Not to mention the fortune that came with this fame. She was currently brainstorming ideas to funnel her money into a charitable cause.

Her father was on the fence with his feelings about this burst of fame for his daughter. All of this was caused because of his life. He had known that people had wanted to produce an account of his life, but he thought that because it had been so many years since he had defeated Voldemort no one would care so much anymore. He was obviously wrong.

Lily had to quit her job at the bookstore because too much of her time was being occupied going to other places. Her publisher had gotten her an agent to manage all of the events she had to attend. Lily's days were hurrying by. Each appearance was increasing her fame. Her closet contained an entirely new wardrobe of suits and classy dresses. Her publisher assured her that it would not be long before she was invited to all of the prestigious wizarding events.

Lily's head was spinning from everything that had been happening for the past two months. She did not know how long her fame would last, however, so she was planning on enjoying every moment of it, despite the fact that time for her friends had been very limited as of late. Her first reading in the largest wizarding bookstore in the UK was occurring in two hours. Important members of the press would be there. She had decided when it was scheduled a week ago that her friends would be invited. Thus, she had spent some of the money that was pouring in on train tickets and plane tickets for her friends to attend.

A stylist was currently working on "the mess" that was her hair. Lily had tried to take no offense when her hair was dubbed a mess. At the beginning of the appearance frenzy, her mother had taken her shopping for the new wardrobe she now owned. She had also taken her daughter to the hair salon to receive highlights and a new haircut, not to mention visiting the dentist to get her teeth whitened, as per the instructions of her agent. The stylist, however, did not find this sufficient. She insisted on having Lily's fingernails shaped and painted, her hair filled with products Lily did not know the names of, and her face coated in make-up that her skin was not used to. When she looked in the mirror when the stylist finished attacking her, Lily appeared as a completely different person than the one that had sat down in the chair an hour previous.

An escort led her from the stylist's trailer behind the bookstore through the back entrance of the shop. He carried an umbrella to protect her newly-perfected hair from the wind. The situation was laughable, but Lily's heart was beating too hurriedly in her chest for her to release a chuckle. The readings and personal appearances she had held so far were minor. She had done readings in small shops and inns, but this was the sign that her fame was really growing wings and taking off.

As soon as Lily walked through the bookshop's back door in her new blue, summery dress, the applause nearly ruptured her eardrums. Her heart was competing with the noise of the clapping. The nervousness was threatening to overwhelm her. The urge to touch the locket around her neck was trying to take over her hand. Instead, she clutched the copy of The Golden One. She refrained from breaking her faux-calm, cool demeanor. Her newly whitened smile was now plastered on her face. Hoping her nervousness was not showing, she waved her hand at the enormous crowd gathered to hear her, Lily Potter, read an excerpt from her biography. Hundreds of people were crowded into the book store, all standing below a raised platform on which Lily now stood. A regal armchair was placed on the middle of the stage. Lily surmised that was where she was supposed to sit, so that is where she headed, still waving at the crowd. Scott, James, Jordan, Garrett, Lucile, Albus, Albus' girlfriend, her mother, her father, Aunt Hermione, Uncle Ron, cousins Rose, Fred, Victorie and Hugo, Uncle Bill, Aunt Fleur, Uncle George, Uncle Percy, Teddy, Grandma Weasley, Grandpa Weasley, and Uncle Charlie were standing nearly right against the stage. Lily also spotted some of the friends she had created in the past year. Lights were trained upon her, and it was slightly difficult to see past their smiling faces and into the individual faces of the rest of the crowd. She lifted the heavy book into her lap, turned to the first page, and opened her mouth to begin. The mass of people in the audience fell silent as she began.

"Chapter One: The Legacy. Years before I was born, Harry James Potter, The Golden One, The-Boy-Who-Lived, defeated the most evil wizard that ever existed. No other wizard alive could parallel the power of Lord Voldemort and challenge his horrific reign of terror…"

The owner of the enormous bookstore had requested that she read an excerpt from each chapter of her book, so this is what she did over the next hour and a half. No one knew this, but Lily practiced for readings whenever she received the chance. She dreaded opening her book and stumbling over the words she herself put onto the page. Nightmares of this sort manifested themselves at night. Many times Lily woke up in a sweat, stressed and full of worry. Today, however, at her breakout book-reading, she did not fumble across one word. The passion she had found when writing her father's biography came back as she read the selections to the large audience. Occasionally, she glanced up at her loved ones for encouragement. Her mother appeared captivated, her father slightly self-conscious about his life's story being read to the multitudes. Tears were glittering in Lucile's eyes (this was the first of Lily's appearances she and Garrett had attended), and Garrett's chest was swelling with pride. Scott was merely staring at her, enthralled. When she met his eye, he smiled encouragingly and brilliantly at her.

When the reading was over, Lily exited through the door she had entered to the same thunderous applause she had experienced an hour and a half ago. A table at the front of the large Edinburgh bookstore was erected for Lily to sit at for the next few hours and sign autographs. She was led around the outside of the store and back in the front door to avoid wading through the crowds. A line had already formed in front of the table.

This was another part of fame Lily had practiced for: signing autographs. She had perfected the swoop of the L, the curve of the P. In all honesty, she rather enjoyed signing autographs, especially for children. There were not many children that attended her readings because the biography was geared towards an older audience. Still, there were young die-hard fans of Harry Potter, thus there were die-hard fans of his daughter. Lily always personalized the autographs to the children that eagerly handed their sheets of paper or copies of her book across the table to Lily's waiting pen.

The last wave of autographs she had to sign included ones for her friends and family. They had lingered so that they could escort her home after the extravaganza, which they did. Scott was holding a party at his flat in celebration. Lily's grandparents, aunts, uncles, and parents left soon after the festivities began to go back to the hotel where they were staying. As soon as they filed out the door, Scott broke out the real party favors: alcohol and annoyingly loud music. Lily had not gotten to spend time with her cousins, brothers, and best friends like this for years. She completely let herself go. A drink was in her hand before she could walk to the alcohol table. She had not been able to have fun since this fame business began, so this was her chance.

She had not been able to catch up with her relations in a very long time. They were each congratulating her for the sixth time in rather drunken tones by the time midnight rolled around. Victorie and Teddy were caressing one another on the sofa. Garrett and Lucile were dancing in front of the loud, booming speakers. Some of Lily's new wizarding friends were conversing with her cousins. James and his long-time fiancée were making out on the kitchen counter. Lily was currently laughing with Rose and Fred, yet another alcoholic beverage of some sort in her hand. Tipsy was not a great word to describe her present situation. Lily never drank in excess, but tonight was a great celebration with the ones she cared about and who were there to commemorate her recent success.

Scott was suddenly at her elbow, pulling her away from her cousins and into his bedroom. He looked slightly frazzled as he pulled her into a haphazard hug. Clearly, he was even more intoxicated than Lily. "Listen, Lily, I-I just wanted to tell you how fucking proud I was of you today when you were-were reading up there. I mean…when I just saw you up there, reading, I was just…I couldn't believe it. You-you're amazing Lily, I'm telling you. You're so, so talented."

"Thanks, Scott. You're so sweet. You're amazing too." Lily beamed unnecessarily. Her head spun, then, and she collapsed onto the bed, giggling. "Can you believe how famous I am, Scott? It's incredible."

"It's fucking fantastic!" Scott exclaimed, crashing down next to her. "You're…wow, Lily. Wow."

Lily rested her now-empty bottle on the floor and made herself comfortable on the bed with a sigh. Her blue dress was wrinkled now, and there was a run down her tights, but she wasn't concerned about that now. What she was concerned with was the fact that she was lying in Scott's bed. She was concerned with the fact that he was spooning her from behind, burying his drunken face in her hair.

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