Where There's A Will There's A Way

by booksdefygravity

"Look, I swear this wasn't intentional. I never meant to end up holding hands with Will Frobisher in Madame Puddifoot's. I never meant to end up kissing Will Frobisher in front of all of my friends. I just wanted Rose and Scorpius to get together. We had a completely foolproof plan. But sometimes things don't go as planned."

2. Chapter 1: Sorting

AN: I have never written an OC before, so I would really love to know what you think. Please review! It's very encouraging.

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Chapter One:

It started at the Sorting.

My personal Sorting, thankfully, did not take long. I have learned from experience that there is nothing more humiliating than standing in front of the entire school for a prolonged period of time. (Especially if you're kissing someone. But I'll get to that.)

Having already watched several students sit on the stool for five minutes before being sorted, I was slightly anxious. I've rather gotten over my shyness, but I was eleven, for Merlin's sake. Combined with the whole Potter-family-if-you're-not-a-Gryffindor-we'll-disown-you thing, I was fairly nervous. Okay, fine. By the time they called "Potter, Lily!" I was a total wreck.

I needn't have been worried, though. The moment the hat touched my head, I heard Oh, look, another Weasley-Potter hybrid. GRYFFINDOR!

Well, that was easy, I thought, slipping off the school and heading for the Gryffindor table. Practically my whole family was there: my brothers, James and Albus , my cousin, Rose, and her best friend, Scorpius. Technically, Scorpius wasn't family, but he hung around so much he might as well have been.

Anyways, they were all cheering. I was all happy and everything, another Gryffindor added to the Potter-Weasley pile, when I went to sit down by all of the other first-years, next to a boy with curly brown hair and hazel eyes.

He made a little cross with his fingers, like I was a vampire or something. "Back, ginger!" he exclaimed, before explaining to the rest of the table "They don't have souls, you know."

The boys laughed, but the girls made comforting expressions at me. I ignored them. "Who are you?" I demanded of the curly-haired boy. He wasn't that big, and I had grown up with James. If it came down to a fight, I could probably take him, or at least give him a black eye. Therefore, I had no problem being rude.

"Will Frobisher," he said. "Who are you?"

"Lily Potter," I said proudly.

"Ooh, a Potter!" he exclaimed mockingly.

"I'd rather be a Potter than a Frumpy Hare or whatever you are," I said.

He looked furious. "Frobisher!"

"Whatever," I said. "Bye, Frumpy Hare."

And I went to sit by Lucy Bell.

In retrospect, the poor boy was probably trying to flirt with me by being mean. It's the only way they know how, poor dimwitted cockroaches.

But by the time I was old enough to realize this, it was already too late.

We already hated each other.