Rated T for yelling, profanity, non sexual nudity, and emotionally intense content.
Note: Scorpius and Delphi will NOT be included in this story. This story will contain no romance, sex, or sexuality. The only pairings will be established adult couples such as Harry and Ginny. A potential epilogue would mention marriages that happened down the road and that would be it.
Lily's POV:
It was the morning of September 1st, 2019, and Harry Potter's daughter Lily was going to Hogwarts for the very first time.
Lily was standing on platform nine and three quarters wearing a white tee shirt, hot pink shorts, and hot pink flip flops. Lily was wearing a hot pink wristwatch with large black digital numbers that was a bit too big for her on her right wrist. Lily was small and short for her age and had brown eyes and flaming red hair that she always kept quite long.
Standing to Lily's right was one of her best friends, her cousin Hugo, who was also starting at Hogwarts. Hugo was wearing a green tee shirt, grey pants, white socks, and white tennis shoes. Hugo's size and height were average for his age and he too had brown eyes and red hair. Lily was flanked on her left by her other best friend, her eldest brother James. James was already in his Hogwarts robes and had black eyes and Potterish untidy black hair.
James, Hugo, and Lily pulled their trunks along until they found a place where they could board the Hogwarts Express. Once aboard they started looking for a place to sit. Most of the compartments were full.
But the compartment at the very back of the train was empty. Its door was ajar, and a boy was standing just outside it. The boy was wearing a shirt featuring alternating horizontal stripes of black and white, black shorts, white socks, and black tennis shoes. He was wearing a black wristwatch with black digital numbers on his right wrist. His height was average for his age, but he was obviously very overweight. He had black hair and black eyes.
This boy was struggling with his trunk, dropping it repeatedly on his right foot.
"Would you like some help"? Lily asked the boy kindly.
"Yes, please," replied the boy, "I've been struggling with this trunk for ten minutes."
"Has anyone else passed by?" Lily asked the boy.
"Several people have passed by me, but no one has stopped or offered to help me until now. A few boys who passed by a couple of minutes ago made a spectacle of mocking me." answered the boy uncomfortably.
"That's really sad, I would hope that people would have more decency than to make fun of a person who is clearly struggling." replied Lily in a voice that oozed disapproval.
"And you will help me?" the boy asked Lily to confirm.
"Of course, I will," smiled Lily in a friendly tone.
Lily lifted the boy's trunk into the luggage rack for him and followed that by putting James's and Hugo's trunks into the luggage rack for them before finishing the job by putting up her own.
This unknown boy, James, Hugo, and Lily then all took seats next to each other.
"Thank you for putting my trunk in the luggage rack for me," said the boy gratefully, "I really appreciate your help."
"My pleasure," said Lily warmly, "I'm always happy to help out a friend."
"What's your name?" the boy asked Lily.
"Lily Potter," said Lily proudly.
"Harry Potter's daughter?" asked the boy uneasily.
"Yes," said Lily proudly with a wide smile.
The boy suddenly looked very uncomfortable.
"When you know who I am," said the boy sadly, "You won't want to be my friend. Our fathers were childhood enemies."
"Don't worry about that," said Lily encouragingly. "I will accept you for who YOU are. If you are a good person and a good friend, I will try my best to be as good a friend to you as I can regardless of any history of enmity between our families."
"I'm Devon Dursley, "said the boy nervously, "Yes that means that my father is none other than Harry's childhood nemesis, Dudley Dursley."
"Nice to meet you, Devon," said Lily in a warm and welcoming voice, "It's wonderful that we haven't even departed yet and I've already made a new friend."
Lily offered Devon a handshake and Devon took it.
"Thanks, Lily, "said Devon happily, "I sense the start of a special bond between us."
"This is my cousin, Hugo", Lily told Devon, pointing at Hugo.
"Welcome to Wizarding World, Devon, "said Hugo cheerfully.
"Thanks for the welcome, Hugo," said Devon happily, "Are you and Lily really close cousins?"
"YES!" chorused Hugo and Lily.
"Hugo and I are as much BFFs as we are cousins." said Lily radiantly.
"That's super cool," beamed Devon, "With your both being redheads, looking somewhat alike, and being obviously close to each other, have you two ever been mistaken for twin siblings?"
"Yes, this has happened," confirmed Hugo simply.
"I'm Lily's actual brother," smirked James, "James Sirius Potter."
"I take it you're very close with Lily as well then?" said Devon, almost stating it rather than asking.
"Yes," glowed Lily, "James and I are BFFs as much as we are siblings."
"Same with Hugo and I being BFFs as much as cousins," added James, "The three of us are super tight."
"Lily? "asked Devon, "How do you think Harry will react when he finds out that you have befriended the son of Dudley Dursley, one of his earliest childhood enemies?"
"Dad will be very proud of me for being open minded and not judging you by your family. Dad knows people can turn out alright even if their families weren't." answered Lily instantly.
"If dad were here, he would tell us to our faces to give you a fair shake," added James matter of factly.
"You know," said Devon thoughtfully, "Maybe we can create a new chapter for the Potters and the Dursleys. Just because the families have been enemies in the past doesn't mean it has to continue that way."
"I hope that is exactly what happens," said Lily fiercely, "You deserve the chance to prove you can be a decent person."
Devon smiled at Lily.
"Hugo?" asked Devon "You are Hermione Granger's son, right?"
"Yes, I am. "confirmed Hugo. "Hang on, if you are Dudley Dursley's son, then you are a muggleborn right?"
"Well, I could've been half blood. "said Devon matter of factly, "But Dudley married a muggle, named Debra, so I am indeed muggleborn."
"If you are muggleborn, how do you know who my mom is? How do you know about her?" Hugo asked Devon curiously.
"After Professor McGonagall came to my house and explained to me that I was a wizard, I read up on some wizarding history and Hermione Granger is apparently a huge name in wizarding history, "answered Devon matter of factly, "Anyways I was thinking about how I might be the Hermione Granger of my generation."
"How? "chorused James, Hugo and Lily.
"Hermione had no magical family going back hundreds of years and she's a witch," answered Devon, "The Dursleys are a very old British family and I know for a fact that I'm the first Dursley to ever attend Hogwarts or have magic."
"Well." Said Lily crisply, "Just because no one with the last name Dursley has ever had magic doesn't necessarily mean you have no history of having magical family."
"True, "said Hugo matter of factly, "There is a way for you to find out if you have any magical relations or any history thereof."
"How? "asked Devon curiously.
"The Room of Requirement, "answered Lily clearly, "Ask the Room of Requirement to show you your full family tree and indicate anyone who had magic."
At that nanosecond, the compartment door opened, and three new girls entered it.
Samantha Saver's POV:
Samantha Saver was feeling very queasy and insecure as she sat alone in the very middle compartment of the Hogwarts Express. Samantha was a tall albino girl and a muggleborn witch. Unfortunately. there were no magical schools for witches and wizards in her homeland of Arizona.
Samantha was very proud of her Arizona heritage and was a hardcore fan of NFL Football and her hometown team, the Arizona Cardinals. Samantha was wearing a red Arizona Cardinals tee shirt featuring the words Arizona Cardinals in white lettering in the middle with Cardinals logo above the lettering and the NFL logo below it, with black shorts, black socks, black velcro tennis shoes, and a black wristwatch with large digital black numbers on her left wrist.
Samantha looked down at the word Arizona on her shirt and felt her unease increase. As her parents were muggles and could not train her in the Magical Arts, Samantha had been forced to leave her beloved homeland behind when it was time for her to begin her magical training. Her parents hated the fact that she was going to school so far away from home, but the three way combination of their own muggle status, the lack of a magical school for witches and wizards in Arizona, and the fact that Samantha needed to be trained in the Magical Arts so that she could learn to control her magic had forced their hand. Samantha would have to leave Arizona to be trained in the Magical Arts and that was the bottom line.
"What are things going to be like for me as a foreigner at Hogwarts?" wondered Samantha to herself, "Will the Hogwarts student body be very accepting of an Arizona girl with no ties to the U.K. whatsoever?"
Samantha sat by herself for a few minutes and a few nanoseconds doubting whether she would be accepted by the other students at Hogwarts and found herself desperately thinking "Why couldn't there be a magical school for witches and wizards in Arizona? If there was, I wouldn't be in the position of having to be a foreigner at Hogwarts and mom and dad would both be happier and more at peace with me going away to school if the school wasn't so far away."
Samantha's state of uneasy thoughts was interrupted a few minutes and a few nanoseconds later when she saw what appeared to be a tall, lanky Spanish girl with hazel eyes and brown hair with blond streaks in it who was wearing Gryffindor Quidditch robes.
This girl put her trunk in the luggage rack and sat down opposite Samantha.
Samantha's insecurity and queasiness showed on her face and the new girl asked her gently, "Are you okay. You look very uncertain and uncomfortable."
"I-I" mumbled Samantha.
"It's okay," said the new girl gently, "We are all starting at the beginning at Hogwarts. If you are muggleborn and are feeling uncertain about how you'll fit in at Hogwarts, don't worry. Even those who come from magical families have to learn from the beginning at Hogwarts and some of the best witches and wizards in the world are muggleborns. I'm Stephanie Baylac by the way."
Understanding that Stephanie was making a genuine effort to try to reach out to her, Samantha decided to tell Stephanie the truth regarding how she was feeling.
"I'm Samantha Saver," replied Samantha, "I'm also a muggleborn girl, but that is not the source of my insecurities."
"What's bothering you then? What's on your mind?" Stephanie asked Samantha in a concerned voice.
"I am a foreigner coming to Hogwarts," explained Samantha wearily, 'You see, there are no magical schools for witches and wizards in my homeland of Arizona and since my parents are muggles they can't homeschool me in magic. That meant, to mom's and dad's great unhappiness I might add, that I had to leave Arizona to be educated in the Magical Arts. I'm worried about whether or not I will be accepted by Hogwarts student body. What will everyone's reaction be to an Arizonan girl with no ties to the U.K. coming to Hogwarts."
"Samantha," said Stephanie clearly, "Anyone who would refuse to accept you for that reason is no better than those who would look down upon both of us for being muggleborn. It's another kind of prejudice. I have two pieces of advice for you."
"What are those two pieces of advice?" Samantha asked Stephanie urgently.
"First of all," advised Stephanie, "Give both individual people and the student body as a whole a fair shot. Don't come in assuming the worst in anyone. Take a see how it goes approach instead of expecting to be rejected. One thing in your favor is that Hogwarts is an English-speaking school. I suspect your fears would be more likely to become reality at a non-English speaking school such as Beauxbatons."
"That's a fair point," acknowledged Samantha.
"My biggest piece of advice," said Stephanie seriously, "Is to make it a priority to make friends right away."
"I'm a person who proactively believes in not becoming emotionally attached to other people," replied Samantha firmly, "Becoming emotionally attached to other people is setting oneself up for grief and sadness. People die, move away, change schools or jobs etc. It's not worth the grief and sadness on the other end."
"I only become loosely attached to other people myself," acknowledged Stephanie, "This isn't a proactive belief of mine like it is for you, but I by nature only become loosely attached to other people. I left some great friends behind in the muggle world when I chose to accept my invite to Hogwarts, but because I was only loosely attached to them, it was easy for me to move on from them."
"See how NOT being attached to people pays off," nodded Samantha, "I attended Wood Elementary School in Tempe, Arizona from kindergarten through fifth grade. I got on well with everyone except for a few sexist boys who refused to play with or have anything to do with ANY of the girls, but I was never close to anyone. I would do different things with different students before school and during recess every day and rarely played with or interacted with the same people on back-to-back days. This allowed me to be on good terms with everyone except the previously mentioned sexist boys. To be clear, most of the boys were very accepting of the girls and there were definitely boy-girl friendships at the school. But there were a few bad apples in terms of sexism amongst the boys. And there were a few sexist girls at the school who refused to have anything to do with ANY of the boys. I kept my distance from those girls and they mostly left me alone as my anti sexism and anti gender segregation views were well know at the school. All in all, I got along well with most of my classmates and it didn't matter that I wasn't part of a group specifically. "
"So," said Stephanie matter of factly, "That worked for you in elementary school and that's fine. But, as you embark on your journey of becoming a Hogwarts student, I think it would make your transition a lot easier if you were part of a clearly defined circle of friends."
"I'm not against the idea of being part of a friendship group," said Samantha briskly, "But why do you think it would make my transition to Hogwarts easier?"
"Given your apparent insecurities, I think it would comfort you and put you more at ease to have actual friends instead of merely people you are friendly with. I think being part of an established friendship group would give you some stability and some sense of comfort and belonging along with it. By making friends who you become familiar with and interact with every day, you will develop a sense of belonging to a group and it will help you feel more wanted, more welcomed and more accepted. And if there are people at Hogwarts who don't accept you, knowing you have friends who are behind you and will be there for you no matter what will be reassuring."
"What you are saying makes sense," said Samantha thoughtfully, "Becoming part of a friendship group early on may well help me feel at home at Hogwarts. I'm in Gryffindor too. Would you be willing to officially become my first Hogwarts friend? With the way you've reached out to me, I can tell you are the type of friend I'd want to have when times get tough and support matters most."
"I am your first Hogwarts friend," Stephanie told Samantha fiercely, "Can I count on you to be there for me and support me if I should need it if times get tough for me?"
"Yes, you can Stephanie," replied Samantha, "Friendship is a two-way street."
Next nanosecond, Samantha and Stephanie heard laughter and giggling coming from a female voice.
A girl of average size and height with golden brown hair and green eyes who was wearing a yellow polo shirt, white shorts, low rolled white socks, and white tennis shoes, and a white digital wristwatch with black numbers on her left wrist entered their compartment and stowed her trunk in the luggage rack.
Without warning, she pulled a Ziploc bag full of yellow confetti out of her left hand pocket with her left hand, opened it, and tossed the confetti over both Samantha's and Stephanie's heads.
Both Samantha and Stephanie burst into fits of giggles as they brushed the confetti off themselves, which was exactly what the new girl was after.
"Hi, Samantha, Hi, Stephanie," said the girl cheerfully, "My name is Ainsley Cochlain. I overheard you two having a very serious conversation and I thought I'd lighten the mood a bit with a low key prank."
However, at this point, the compartment started filling up quickly and before Samantha, Stephanie, or Ainsley knew, they were just three of fourteen people in the compartment.
Furthermore, the other eleven people who had joined them were all older students who were clearly part of established friendship groups of their own.
Noticing this, Ainsley suggested, "Samantha, Stephanie, why don't the three of us take our trunks and see if we can find a less crowded compartment with younger students."
"Good idea, Ainsley," agreed Samantha and Stephanie together at once.
Samantha, Stephanie, and Ainsley all retrieved their trunks from the luggage rack and left the compartment. They went down the train to find more crowded compartments.
But the compartment at the very back of the train had only four people in it and three of them appeared to be first years.
Back to Lily's POV:
The three new people were, of course, Samantha, Stephanie, and Ainsley.
"Hello," said Ainsley kindly, "I'm Ainsley Cochlain. May we three sit in here? We've come from a crowded compartment of fourteen and the other people in the compartment are all older students who are part of established friendship groups. The three of us are all first years. The albino girl is Samantha Saver, and the Spanish girl is Stephanie Baylac."
"Of course, "said Lily warmly, "I'm Lily Potter, the other redhead is my cousin and BFF Hugo Weasley, the boy in the Hogwarts robes is my eldest brother James, and the other boy is Devon Dursley. Devon, Hugo, and I are all first years."
"Thanks," said Ainsley, Samantha, and Stephanie together.
"You three can take seats," Lily told Ainsley, Samantha, and Stephanie, "I'll put up your trunks for you."
Ainsley, Samantha, and Stephanie sat down opposite Devon, Hugo, and James while Lily took care of their trunks for them and then sat back down in the row with Devon, Hugo, and James.
After that they all exchanged handshakes.
"Are you all in Gryffindor?" asked Stephanie.
"Yes." Replied James, Hugo, Devon, Ainsley, Samantha, and Lily.
"Stephanie?" asked Lily, "Are you planning to try out for the Gryffindor Quidditch team?"
"Yes," said Stephanie instantly. "I love Quidditch. I am hoping to be a Beater. If I can be, I'll be the first girl to ever play Beater for any Hogwarts Quidditch team."
"But," said Samantha reasonably, "There have probably been girls who could have played Beater for Hogwarts Quidditch Teams in the past. I wonder if previous captains have not allowed girls to go out for Beater."
"According to the newly added Hogwarts section in the most recent edition of Quidditch Through the Ages, "said Lily clearly, "The answer to this question is a resounding yes."
"What's so odd about it," piped up Hugo, "Is that female captains have taken this position just as much as male captains."
"In other words, "said Ainsley in a disgusted voice, "It's been a bad stereotype."
"We know it doesn't matter." said Devon firmly, "There are no boys or girls, only people. The only difference between a boy and a girl is the pronouns used to refer to them."
"Well said, Devon." said James approvingly, "Good luck Stephanie. Go make Hogwarts history. Genders don't play sports. Athletes do."
"It'll be up to me to prove that," said Stephanie fiercely.
"You will," chorused Devon, Hugo, James, Samantha, Ainsley, and Lily.
Stephanie smiled at Devon, Hugo, James, Samantha, Ainsley, and Lily. Stephanie had only known her new friends for a few hours and here they all were already being so supportive of her.
"I would guess, "interjected Ainsley with a smile, "That with a name like Saver, Samantha will go out for Keeper."
"You're so smart, Ains!" said Samantha with a smirk, "When we played Soccer at recess at my old elementary school, I always played goalie. I was a damn good one too!"
"You'll be a damn good Keeper too!" exclaimed James.
"You'll love playing Quidditch," Lily assured Samantha.
"Damn straight!" said Samantha fiercely.
"I'm the Quidditch commentator at Hogwarts," said James proudly, "So if any of you make the team, you'll be hearing me call your matches."
"I will!" exclaimed Samantha.
Hugo, Devon, and Ainsley all expressed an interest in playing Chaser without much further discussion. Then of course...
"Dad was one of the greatest Seekers in Gryffindor history and I want to follow in his footsteps." said Lily meaningfully.
"Of course, you would want to play Seeker," Devon told Lily, "I'd bet you turn out to be just as good as Harry was."
"I don't have to bet because I already know she will be, having actually seen her playing Quidditch, including the Seeker position, many times at home, "said Hugo proudly.
"Hugo speaks the truth here," said James happily, "Calling it now, Lily will not only become the Gryffindor Seeker, but she will also go undefeated in her Hogwarts career!"
"That's a lofty goal," said Lily thoughtfully, "But you know what, it's a goal I WILL set for myself!"
"Go for it, Lily," cried Devon, Hugo, James, Stephanie, Samantha, and Ainsley in unison.
Lily smiled. She then turned to Samantha.
"Samantha?" asked Lily, "You said you played Soccer at your old school. Are you muggleborn?"
"Yes," answered Samantha simply.
"So am I," said Stephanie and Devon together.
"I'm half blood," explained Ainsley. "My parents are a witch and a wizard, but my father is muggleborn."
At that nanosecond, the compartment door opened. This time it was the plump witch with the lunch trolley.
"Me first, "said Devon fiercely, jumping up instantly and zooming over to the cart.
Devon purchased twelve pumpkin pasties, eighteen cauldron cakes, fifteen licorice wands, and twenty boxes of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, as well as ten bottles of pumpkin juice to wash it down with.
"Hungry, are we?" the trolley witch asked Devon with a smirk.
"I'm a heavy eater," answered Devon matter of factly as he headed back to his seat.
Once Devon had sat back down, Hugo and James jumped up next and made their way to the trolley.
Both Hugo and James could fairly be called eager and impatient, but they didn't mind Devon going first. Once Devon had taken his turn, however, Hugo and James were unwilling to wait any longer.
James had always been a huge chocolate lover, so it came as no surprise to Lily and Hugo that James bought himself two chocolate frogs and a cauldron cake. Hugo, on the other hand, had never been a huge chocolate fan. Hugo thus chose two pumpkin pasties and a licorice wand. James and Hugo finished off their orders with a bottle of pumpkin juice each and returned to their seats.
After Devon, James, and Hugo had been served, none of the others were nearly as eager.
In fact, Ainsley, Stephanie, Samantha, and Lily all gave each other looks as though to tell the other three "you can go ahead of me if you'd like."
"I'll go last," offered Lily politely.
Ainsley, Stephanie, and Samantha looked at each other for a few more nanoseconds before Ainsley finally rose and headed over to the cart.
"I'm a middle grounder when it comes to turn taking situations, "explained Ainsley, "I'm patient enough to be willing to wait my turn if surrounded by eager and impatient people yet I'm also comfortable taking my turn before other people if surrounded by patient people who are willing to wait their turn."
Ainsley purchased only a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans and a bottle of pumpkin juice.
"I'm making a smaller purchase than any of others because I've brought a few things from home," Ainsley explained to the trolley witch, "I'm a huge tropical girl and the trolley doesn't offer any tropical favored products."
"The Hogwarts Express doesn't run often enough to justify selling niche items," explained the trolley witch, "With so few runs per year, we can only afford to carry items that we know we can mass sell. We'd end up with too many wasted leftovers if we offered niche products."
"That's totally understandable," nodded Ainsley.
Ainsley sat back down and pulled a bag of tropical skittles and a bag of coconut M&Ms out of her right pocket to complete her fix.
Stephanie stood up next and she proved to have mixed tastes, purchasing a slab of standard Honeydukes chocolate and a box of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans to go along with a bottle of pumpkin juice.
"You next, Samantha," said Lily when Stephanie was reseated.
Samantha shook her head in disappointment.
"I don't have any spending money on hand today. I am hungry but unfortunately, it'll have to stay that way until the feast tonight," said Samantha in a very bummed out kind of voice.
"Don't worry, "said Lily gently, "Samantha, get what you want off the trolley and I'll pay for you."
"Oh, thank you Lily," said Samantha gratefully, "That's very nice of you."
Samantha turned out to prefer chocolate as she went for a cauldron cake, a chocolate frog, and a slab of standard Honeydukes chocolate to go with a bottle of pumpkin juice.
Lily then stood up herself and, while she liked all kinds of sweets, she was not in the mood for "weird" flavors and therefore chose the same items as Samantha. Lily paid the trolley witch for both Samantha's and her own lunches, and they both regained their seats and started to eat.
As they ate, Ainsley turned the talk to their wands.
"My wand," said Ainsley matter of factly, "Is maple and phoenix feather, seven inches, quite whippy."
"Dad tried that wand!" exclaimed Lily and James in unison.
"It was the second wand Mr. Olivander offered dad. It didn't choose him of course." explained James.
"And years later it chooses me," smiled Ainsley, "All wands stay in the shop until they choose a witch or wizard. What about the rest of you?"
"Six inches, ash and dragon heartstring. Unbendable," answered Hugo simply.
"Chestnut and unicorn hair. Eight and a half inches. Springy," supplied Stephanie.
"Beachwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible." said Samantha.
"The very first wand dad ever tried!" said Lily excitedly. "So now two wands that dad tried have chosen witches, including the very first wand he ever tried. There's something exciting for me about knowing that two students in my year own wands that my own dad once tried."
"That IS pretty cool, big sis!" said James brightly.
"No doubt about that, baby bro!" said Lily cheerfully.
"Big sis? Baby bro?" asked Devon in surprise, "Isn't James four years older than Lily?"
"It's a running gag James and Lily have between themselves," explained Hugo.
"What about your wand James?" inquired Devon.
"I'm a bold wizard," said James brashly, "Therefore it is only fitting that I have a thirteen-and-a-half-inch mahogany and dragon heartstring wand. Bold and powerful. I'm a great wizard with a great wand."
"What about your wand Lily?" asked Samantha curiously.
"Ten and a quarter inches. Swishy and made of willow," said Lily proudly. "Yes, I have the same type of wand that my paternal grandmother had. Yes, the same paternal grandmother who died for my dad when he was only a baby, the same paternal grandmother whom my dad named me for."
"How did Harry react to that wand choosing you?" asked Devon.
"He was very emotional. He said that it wasn't an accident that I was destined for that wand. It was a very poignant moment for him to see his daughter chosen by the same type of wand his mother had had. This feeling was only intensified by the fact that dad named me after his mother. I only hope I can live up to it. What about your wand Devon?"
"M-my w-wand- began Devon.
He paused, looking very worried.
"Devon, what's wrong?" asked Lily supportively.
"My wand is terrible, and I'm terrified it's going to make me go bad, "said Devon shakily.
"Is it elder?" asked Stephanie.
"No," said Devon hysterically, "My w-wand is made of y-yew. That means I have the same type of wand that Lord Voldemort had. It's even thirteen inches with a phoenix feather core. So, other than it being a half inch shorter, I have Voldemort's wand."
"Don't worry about that, said Lily reassuringly, "All wand types have been owned by both good and bad witches and wizards."
"Lord Voldemort w-wasn't any bad wizard. He was literally the most dangerous and terrible Dark Wizard of all t-time. I d-don't w-want to go bad but now I have almost a replica of Voldemort's wand. "fretted Devon.
Ainsley dug into her pocket and pulled her Kindle Paperwhite. She tapped the collection named Harry Potter and then tapped the book Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. She used the go to feature to find page 333. She then showed Devon a passage she had highlighted on the page.
This highlighted passage read "It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities."
"See, "said Ainsley gently, "Voldemort made all the wrong choices. You don't have to be like him at all. You can choose to be a good person."
"Maybe someday Devon's yew wand will help him save the life of a family member or friend." suggested Hugo.
"Good thought, Hugo." said James wisely, "Powerful wands can be used for good causes too you know."
"And maybe there's a reason that wand chose you," Lily told Devon. "If my wand chose me because of a family connection, maybe your wand chose you because it knows you are a good boy who can break the bad stereotype yew wands have had since Voldemort gave yew a bad name."
"Thank you for your support, everyone," said Devon," relaxing a bit but still looking uncomfortable.
"Time for a change of subject," suggested Lily, "What do you think of the new sorting process this year? Do you like coming to Hogwarts knowing what house you'll be in?"
