Wolfsbane
Companion to Harry Potter and the Unprecedented Situations
Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling, nor do I own the Harry Potter characters or franchise.
Warning: Story contains Lemons, carnage, and mature language.
Beta: The Lovely Stephanie O, Lets hope her wrist heals!
Chapter Four
Like father, like daughter
Lily's POV:
"Lily, I expect you're excited about flying?" Hugo wondered, his wide brown eyes watching the broom in my hand with uncertainty. Unlike Rose or my Uncle Ron, Hugo had no strengths with flying. While my family practiced Quidditch in my grandparents' backyard, he would watch silently and keep score with his mother. Aunty Hermione had no skills on a broom either, much to the disappointment of my uncle Ron when he encouraged her to try. Hugo was content on the ground, where he was much safer than soaring in the skies.
"I was born with a broom in my hand" I teased, and he shoved me playfully as we headed outdoors.
"That's ridiculous Lily, your mum wouldn't have had room for me if that was true." Hugo laughed, holding my arm smugly as we neared the Quidditch pitch. Holding my breath excitedly, my heart raced in my chest as we entered the arena.
The massive stands were molded together into a large circle, outlining the arena. Admiring the banners of each house adorning individual stands, I appreciated the unity of Hogwarts within the arena. The early sun was rising, casting an orange tint throughout the field and highlighting the large group of first years that wished to try for a position. Madam Hooch sized me up as I approached. Her thin lips began to tug into a slight smile as she glanced over my willowy frame and slender shoulders. Her eyes narrowed surprised as she recognized the make and model of my broomstick, students watched me with bright eyes and slightly slacked jaws.
"I'll watch you from the safety of the stands, good luck." Hugo smiled, nuzzling my shoulder with his face before hurrying over to the nearest stands. Gripping my broom tighter, I kept my face passive as I closed in the last few inches that separated me from the weekend class. Neville postponed my detention by one day, his reasoning was his fear that daddy would lay into him if I missed my one chance to make the Quidditch team.
"It's so nice that you can join us Ms. Potter. Please join the line of students, and place your broom on the ground. Further instructions will be explained momentarily." Madam Hooch nodded curtly, her attention casting behind me as she waited on a few slower students to arrive. Justin, I recognized from the sorting, lightly nudges my side as he smiles warmly at me.
"Nice broom you have there. I suspect it's custom? Nimbus 3000's are rare, let alone expensive." His buttery eyes brightened curiously, as his burly body inched closer as he anticipated my answer. Ignoring the urge to touch his shaggy, unkempt dark brown hair, I smiled warmly. Apparently he doesn't know that my Daddy is one of the richest wizards in England.
"It was a birthday gift from my Daddy. You don't know my family legacy?" I whisper to him intrigued, my brow lifting as he looks at me confused.
"Legacy? Im afraid not. I came from an orphanage in muggle London. It took me all summer to believe I was truly a wizard while being fostered by Lavender Brown. She showed me brooms, and I am just fascinated by them. She said I should try out for the team, apparently im surprisingly good on one. Should I know your legacy? Lavender only explained that your family fought bad wizards." Justin tilted his head confused, resembling a lost pup. Resisting a giggle, I shrugged, glad he seemed genuinely nice but unfortunately under educated.
"There is more to it, but I would rather explain later. Would you like to join my friends and I in the common room after this lesson? I would like to learn more about you." I winked, and he flushed. His lips upturned into a smirk as he nodded, our attention returning to Madam Hooch as she began.
"Your first test is to summon your broom into your hand magically. This is accomplished by placing your palm down over the handle, and firmly commanding it to move up." Hooch explained, observing as we tried.
With only slight effort, I grazed my hand over the perimeter of the handle. My lips parted slightly as I lazily commanded for my broom to rise. It eagerly jolted into my grasp, and with a smug smile I watched the rest of the class struggle with such a simple task. Alex and Justin seemed to catch on almost immediately after me; Justin smiled eagerly while Alex glanced at me with a wink.
One by one the first years left the field after being excused by Madam Hooch. Apparently she was looking for riders who had some sort of command over their own brooms. Pleased that the large class dwindled to a meager handful, I stood taller assertively.
"Next, I want to see you mount your broom and kick off the ground into a hover. I do not want you to leave the stance once accomplished, until I command differently." Hooch watched me with raised brows, her expression serious. Shrugging, I obeyed and easily mounted. My broom hovered instantly as I kicked off the ground. Leaning back on the handle, I relaxed as I watched Alex join me almost instantly. Justin took a few seconds longer, but joined us happily as he concentrated.
The group dwindled by half, until two unrecognizable first years, Justin, Alex, and I remained. Madam Hooch kneeled by the Quidditch chest at her feet, flipping the chest open to reveal the many balls and twin bats used in the game. Bringing the whistle to her lips, she blew deafeningly and the team came bristling out of the entrance. Scorpius smiled at me expectantly as he crossed the field, trailing O'Leary, his blue eyes dazzling me briefly as we waited for them to near.
"Congratulations! You made the cut for try outs. If you survive, you are guaranteed a position on the team." Madeline shouted giddily, but her eyes expressed something devilish as Scorpius mouthed Good luck.
Swallowing hard, I suddenly knew I was in for one hell of a time.
Two hours later
"Blimey Lils, you were brilliant out there!" Scorpius praised, patting my back affectionately as he escorted me to the common rooms, Justin followed behind him holding Alex's arm tiredly.
"I told you I was something special" I laughed happily, feeling heavenly after acing try outs and making the team as seeker naturally. Alex was a chaser, while Justin shadowed Scorpius as a beater. Two Sixth years, fraternal twins Olive and Bishop Greenly accompanied Alex as chasers. Our Seventh year captain, Madeline, was keeper.
"Reckon her head still fits through the portrait hole?" Alex teased while Justin suppressed a laugh. Turning my head to glance at the pair, I playfully stuck my tongue out on them before clinging to Scorpius. He didn't seem to make anything from the gesture, his face passive as he continued his lead.
Gilroy, the loving ferret that my father got Scorpius his first year as a gift, released a keening sound as we approached the portrait. His slanted blue eyes blinked tiredly as he returned from his explorations on the school grounds. He propped himself into a hovering stance, and I released Scorpius to firmly grasp and lift Gilroy so he could rest around my neck.
Alex and Scorpius petted the ferret adoringly, and Justin merely glanced at it before Scorpius recited the password "Lemon Drop".
Giggling, the fat lady opened and we stepped through the portrait entrance. Scorpius excused himself and retreated upstairs silently while Justin led Alex into the Common Room. Alex's eyebrows rose amused as she joined him on the loveseat, and I plopped upon the comfortable arm chair with a grin. Justin was an honest gentleman to Alex. He was relentless during try outs, but protecting as he batted bludgers away from her smaller body. Alex appreciated it, but his flirting and attraction towards her was something new for her. She was used to boys, and sometimes young men flirting with her in hopes of meeting her parents, but Justin was smitten with her just because of who she was on a personal level.
Alex relaxed a bit as Justin pulled her into his wide chest; her eyes fluttering flattered as he closed his eyes sleepily. "He is no worse than a teddy bear in reality" She mused, winking at me happily as she consented to his hold on her.
"He seems sweet; don't lead him on just for fun. He has potential as a guy friend" I harshly whispered, following Justin's lead as I closed my eyes. Justin's breathing slowed as he rested, and it had an odd calming effect on me.
"I wouldn't want to ruin anything with him" Alex muttered with a yawn, and I assumed she drifted to sleep against his chest as her breathing slowed. Alex was my age, eleven, but she already accomplished the role as the flirt between the two of us. She had plenty of male attention much to her parent's dismays', but her relationships consisted on her using boys for entertainment. I kept her from being hurt by them, and she kept me from losing my temper. Our relationship was so close, that we were sisters.
Feeling someone watching me, I opened my eyes slightly to observe. Sleepy, Gilroy scooted from my neck to my chest, his long snowy body curling up before he fell asleep. Swearing I saw something large and white near the stairway, I shook my head in denial, closing my eyes and drifting into a deep sleep as I dreamt of full moons and flesh between my fangs.