When The Tables Are Turned On The Dursleys:
Chapter Twenty Five:
Author's note:
"I hate this!" Lily groaned.
Albus laughed at her face.
"I am just like dad!" She told everyone. "I am telling you, Dad didn't do anything, but he got into the Triwizard Tournament. So did I!"
She sighed, and fell into her hands. James squeezed her shoulders.
"Power through, Lil!" He laughed. "Power through!"
James was just laughing it off, but he was scared. James wanted to do something. He wanted to take his little sister's place in the tournament.
"And you know!"
Lily looked up, as her beautiful, long red hair fell to her face. She tugged it behind her ears. She told them.
"If they photograph this side!" She showed her left side to everyone, "It is not a good side!"
Melissa and Mavis let out a laugh.
"I hate it!" She groaned again.
"Come on!" Melissa tapped her back. "Smile...If you don't...The picture won't be any good if you don't!"
Lily was standing behind the door. She didn't want to knock, she didn't want to go inside. But she had to. She took a deep breath. And turned the knob, and went inside.
"Ah!" Someone looked up. "The Youngest Champion!
"EVER!" A woman shouted, as she came in front of Lily.
"Uh Oh...!" Lily took a step back, Marie Skeeter stood in front of her. Rita Skeeter's daughter. She was well aware of the woman and her mother.
Marie Skeeter was a journalist, she was just like her mother. Her mother was subdued by Aunt Hermione, but Lily doubted that Marie Skeeter could turn into a bug.
"I am sorry..." She hurriedly told her, "But I gotta go..."
"No! No! No!" Marie Skeeter held her hand, "My Darling! Can I take her for an interview?"
She asked McGonagall. Who nodded crisply. McGonagall's detest on her face was prominent. It was clear that McGonagall didn't even like that woman.
Lily was dragged into a broom cupboard. She groaned. She knew what was going to happen when she pulled out a quick quill.
"Come!" She tapped the box in front of her. "Sit!" She said brightly.
"Fine!" Lily sighed. She gave in. She couldn't do anything.
She sat down in front of Marie Skeeter, who eyed her as if she was a fresh piece of meat in front a lion.
"Okay!" She smiled. "I am going to use these quick quills, if you don't mind." A paper pad, and a quick quill flowed into mid air. "What do you think of your Father?"
"My father?" Lily gaped. "He's my father..."
"No, no, no...!" Marie pointed, "Elaborate!"
"Well, He's my dad, his name is Harry Potter, I love him, He's amrried to Ginny Weasley...who is, by the by, my mom!"
She glanced at the paper pad as it quickly ran on the paper.
"Lily Potter, loves his father, but is devested by the fact that he is leaving her mother."
"What!?" She shouted. "I didn't say this!"
"Phycological rage, and trying to get out of her father's shadow!" The pen was working furiously.
The door opened, and McGonagall told them to get out as the photographer was standing outside, and the testing of wands was about to begin.
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Till the next chapter, Alyna.
