Rating:
PG-13
House:
Schnoogle
Genres:
Action Drama
Era:
Multiple Eras
Spoilers:
Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Order of the Phoenix
Stats:
Published: 05/05/2004
Updated: 05/05/2004
Words: 3,272
Chapters: 1
Hits: 911

Daddy's Little Girl

Molly Weasley

Story Summary:
Lily Potter has just arrived at Hogwarts and is meeting some ``interesting people, like a hot boy named Leo Malfoy, and few other charaters who all seem to think her father was some kind of hero. Listen as she finds out her parents' history. A double fic dealing with both Harry's seventh year and his daughter's first.

Chapter 01

Chapter Summary:
Lily Potter has just arrived at Hogwarts and is meeting some interesting people, like a hot boy named Leo Malfoy, and few other charaters who all seem to think her father was some kind of hero. Listen as she finds out her parents' history. A double fic dealing with both Harry's seventh year and his daughter's first.
Posted:
05/05/2004
Hits:
908
Author's Note:
Hope you like it guys! Shout outs to RachelF33 and all the peeps who hear me well.


-Chapter One-

When Lily Potter walked into her first class she looked around nervously at the strange people around her and raked her fingers through shoulder-length black hair. She bit her lip anxiously and thought desperately about what she should do next. And then she saw him. He was sitting alone in the corner of the classroom, his arms crossed and a blank look on his face. As soon as her gaze captured him she felt a lump form in her chest that resembled a small swarm of bees. His flaxen hair was slicked back against his head though she could tell it would have been very soft if he'd left it down. His high cheek bones accented a perfect complexion that made his skin appear to glow. Though she was at the other end of the room, she could see the glint of his silver eyes that painted his pale skin. Surely that's not a real color, she thought. It's impossible to categorize. This guy was too good to be true and she would have to find a way to meet him.

She inhaled deeply, attempted to conjure up all composure she had inside her, and began to walk towards him. She tried to walk slowly to discern her thoughts of what to say but she was standing before him so fast it seemed to her she would have been better off apparating. At first he continued to stare with the same unreadable expression at the space beside her, but soon he acknowledged her presence and looked up to meet her eyes.

She now saw that his eyes were in fact a hurricane of grays, blending and colliding with small flecks of blue. A small smile formed on his lips which turned her legs into shaky twigs. "Yes?" he asked.

"Oh...I just...um....wanted to say hi!" she heard herself say and mentally slapped away the daze his appearance had trapped her in. His left eyebrow ascended his forehead slightly as the smile faded into a smirk.

"Well?"

"Um hi?" she half asked. Now it was painfully obvious that she was setting a record for worst first impression.

"Glad you got that out of your system. Now if you'll excuse me." His words snapped at her, giving her mental whiplash. As she watched him with a still shock ridden gaze, stand gracefully from the chair and strut to a seat, she felt pitifully bereft and humiliated

"Wow," she jeered at herself. "You're making friends by the minute." And so she shuffled to a seat with a final glance at the boy who had so viciously shut down her attempts at conversation. "Why did I come here?" she thought.

With a shrug she withdrew her books and quill and rested her head in her hand, feeling as drained as if she had run a marathon. The teacher, an old, scrawny figure with wrinkled, spotted skin and a crop of alabaster hair stepped to the front of the class and the inchoate talking descended into silence. Her first class at Hogwarts had begun.

"Welcome to Charms class," the professor's raspy voice broke the silence. "My name is professor Laetin and I will be educating you on the art of charms this year."

"No crap," said a fire-haired girl, who was impeccably beautiful, mumbled next to Lily. A small grin betrayed her face which she quickly suppressed as the professor's gaze fell upon them.

"What was that?" Laetin spoke in a sharp, questioning tone, his gaze bearing down upon, not the red-headed girl, but herself. She simply stared for a moment before she made a quick turn to catch the smirk on her neighbors face. She could feel all eyes upon her, pushing her deeper into her seat.

"Nothing. I didn't say anything," she said in a tone that would have better suited a funeral service.

"Oh you didn't? You will continue to do just that in detention this afternoon young lady."

"Yes sir," her voice trembled. As the professor turned to resume his lecture, she glanced over at the girl who was smirking with not pleasure or mockery, but amusement. "Yeah go ahead and smile...you don't have detention with a man whose expiration date passed a long time ago."

~*~

When the class, which was ridiculously boring, was over she walked out of the classroom, her head lowered and eyes slitted in a drawled, tired expression. She'd had enough of this place and was ready to disappear again. She felt a hand gently touch her shoulder and she turned to see the grey-eyed boy looking at her with an intrigued face. His mouth was squinted into a smile that no longer had a swooning effect on her. In fact it only made her angrier.

"Yes?" she asked with as much enthusiasm as a rock.

"Oh...I just wanted to say that it was really brave what you did in there...we all knew you hadn't said it...but taking the fall for my sister was really...um...decent of you." Though his smooth voice poured through her ears like mercury and his smile made her heart pound, she hadn't the slightest desire to speak with the boy who, in her mind, started the string of bad events.

"Glad you got that out of your system. Now if you'll excuse me," she mocked. His smile became a slit as a confused look came over his face. Their eyes locked for a final moment before she stormed off down the hall to her next class, Herbology.

~*~

By the time she arrived at the greenhouses, after trudging through the castle grounds, she felt less angry about the whole thing and mentally shrugged it off as she entered the classroom. It appeared as though most of the students were there, and as she searched for a seat many eyes followed her. She knew why of course. She had only yet been a recent addition to the school and since it was fifth year, the friendships had already been established and she was therefore considered an alien on the premises. In the back of her mind she acknowledged that some of the boys weren't exactly grotesque. She noted an empty bench, which was made for two, and decided to sit where she would be the least bit of disturbance to anyone. Reaching into her bag, she withdrew her quill and a piece of parchment and began doodling absent-mindedly.

Lily looked up for a minute and, as if she could sense him, saw Mr. Beautiful walk into the room. Once he caught site of her, he began walking slowly toward her with such elegance it seemed that he wanted everyone in the room to notice how classy he was. Her eyes widened as he came to stand beside her, the intoxicating scent of him once again clouding her mind.

"Is this seat taken or shall I just scuttle off to where my presence is more revered?" he smirked. Her composure returned to her, miraculously, as did the memory of him embarrassing her.

"You may sit here if it doesn't put too much of a strain on you expansive and 'revered' social life," she retorted. A smile chased across his lips which revealed a look of almost acceptance and even perhaps admiration. He sat down beside and began studying her face like he was trying to memorize it. She felt his gaze upon her and the old engrossing attraction for him returned with a vengeance. Lily looked down at the parchment and shoved it into her bag, hoping he wouldn't see it.

"You're a good drawer you know." Every time he spoke it felt like walking in on a surprise party and it made her heart beat fervently. "I'm Leo," he said. "Leo Malfoy."

"Lily," she replied gently.

"No last name, huh?"

"No, I don't remember it."

"Oh, very funny. But seriously, what is it?" She was beginning to grow annoyed with the subject.

"I'm serious...after an accident I just...I don't remember much of anything okay?" she snapped. He seemed taken back by this and almost guilty. A moment of silence fell upon them until he spoke in a gentle tone, one that she wouldn't imagine he was capable of.

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." but he was cut off as the teacher, clad in a ridiculously layered green dress and gargantuan hat, began demanding attention. Though their eye-contact was broken, she could almost feel him thinking about her and it felt strangely comforting. Something about him grabbed her, and in a small way, scared her.

The stout lady presented herself as Professor Sprout and immediately began a lecture on the importance of mandrakes and their qualities, which Lily found to be excessively boring. She stole a glance at the boy called Leo sitting beside her who looked overcome with ennui. She took this time to observe the surrounding inhabitants of the classroom. A read haired girl, whom Lily thought looked impeccably like Leo's sister, was staring intently at the teacher with deep fascination. Lily's eyes were torn from the girl when she felt a slight twinge in her arm.

She looked down to see Leo's forefinger prodding her elbow, a small piece of folded paper in his palm. As discretely as possible she reached down and clasped his hand in hers. He maneuvered his fingers to press the note into her palm. When she began to pull away, he squeezed her fingers and then released them. It was a small gesture, but set Lily's heart fluttering. Keeping the note from the professor's view, Lily read Leo's writing:

Meet me in the Library after lunch.

Lily found herself blushing like a giddy school girl yet attempted to maintain her cool as best she could. Although, it's not every day a guy like that gives such an invitation...especially not to a girl like her.

-Chapter Two-

When the class was over Lily began to stuff her things into her book bag and looked up to ask Leo about the note. Unfortunately, he had already left. She shrugged and walked towards the door, but she felt a subtle tapping on her shoulder and turned around to see the red-headed Gryffindor girl.

"It's Lily, right?" she asked.

"Um...yes. Do I know you?" Something about the girl seemed strangely familiar though she couldn't quite figure out what.

"Well, not exactly. My parents were best friends with your parents. I knew it was you when I saw your eyes. Purple is not a common color." Lily was sufficiently shocked by this. She mouthed soundlessly for a moment until the only reply she could muster emerged from her lips.

"You know who my parents were? How? I don't even know who they are...or who I am for that matter."

"I know. I think we need to have a talk sometime. There's a lot I need to tell you." Lily was so befuddled by what this stranger was telling her; she hardly noticed that the girl had walked away until she heard her call back.

"Hey Lily! I'll save you a seat at lunch!" A smile fought its way across Lily's lips and she felt herself nod. As she set off for the Great Hall, she wondered if her day was improving; at least she'd made a friend. But the thought of her parents still loomed in her head. She wanted desperately to learn something, anything. Maybe in hearing about them she might remember just where it is she came from and how she ended up at this strange new place called Hogwarts.

~*~

As Lily entered the Great Hall she was overcome with the aromas of cinnamon, spicy pumpkin, and chicken. She scanned the room, noting Leo who smiled at her sincerely, and soon caught sight of the red-headed girl she intended to meet. She strode across the room and sat in the seat beside her.

"Hey," the girl said. "My name is Jillian and I believe you've already met my cousin, Serena." She indicated the girl across the table, the same girl who previously got her a detention in charms class.

"Wait a minute. So you're both related to Leo?"

"Oh, so you've met my idiot of a brother. Yeah, we're one big happy family."

"Hmmm...you sound kinda taken with him," Jillian inquired, looking mischievous. Lily felt her cheeks redden.

"Well, he's the only person, other than you, that I've talked to yet. I'm meeting him in the Library after lunch actually." Why did I say that? The two cousins looked at each other with raised eyebrows. Lily turned slightly to catch a glance of Leo, sitting over at the Ravenclaw table. He was laughing with a broad smile on his face. It seemed as though he could feel her looking at him, as he glanced up to meet her eyes. He winked provocatively, forcing her to smile before she turned back to talk more with her new friends.

"So...you had said you knew something about my parents?" she asked, a small tone of desperation in her voice. Their looks grew more serious and they fidgeted in their seats.

"Yes, Lily. Since we were born our parents have been telling us about them. I assume you've heard of the Dark Lord? Voldemort?" In truth Lily had no idea what they were talking about but she decided not to interrupt. "Your parents are responsible for his fall. They ended the most horrible war there has ever been among wizards. They're heroes, Lily."

Lily's body had no reply to this. Shock seemed like a reasonable emotion but she was beyond shock, beyond emotion. She had no memory of her parents, and hearing something truthful about them was too much like her dreams to be real.

"Are you okay?" Serena asked, her voice tainted with worry.

"Oh...um...yeah I'm fine. Could we continue this later? I just...um...need to be somewhere." She shot herself off the bench and half ran out of the room. She didn't know where she was going, all she knew was she couldn't bare to hear anymore about her parents. Her feet carried her to the Library miraculously, and she soon found herself sitting in an over-stuffed chair by a fireplace. A vague vision of how she arrived flashed in her head.

Lily stared at the embers of the fire, searching her memory desperately for anything that happened before the accident, but nothing was surfacing. A voice suddenly started her out of her daze and she turned to see Leo standing with his hands behind his back, concerned expression on his face.

"I said meet me after lunch, not during it." She just stared at him for a moment until he spoke again. "I know who you are. I know who your parents were."

"Congratulations! You officially know more than me." Leo gradually rounded a chair next to hers, and sat in it, forgetting his normal air of grace. He leaned in and Lily felt her heart jolt as his cold, gray eyes pierced her. She couldn't hide.

"Your parents were extraordinary people."

"So I've heard." Leo just ignored this.

"If you let me, I can tell you why." He reached out his hand and swiftly clutched hers in it, squeezing gently. Tears started welling up in her eyes, though she didn't know why. At least she didn't yet.

Leo told her of her father, Harry, and how he came to be known as "The boy who lived". He told her about his first years at Hogwarts and how he came to be friends with Ron and Hermione. Lily soon came to understand just who this Voldemort person was and why Jillian and Serena had made such a big deal out of him. It wasn't long before Leo came to the part of the story when Harry first met her mother. And as Leo began, Lily felt the void in heart filling, as if she was beginning to find the thing she was looking for. She could almost see the figure of her 17 year old father in her head...

~*~

When Harry awoke that morning, he heard a strange sound coming from outside his window. It took a minute for him to realize in his sleepy daze that it was the sound of a large truck backing in. "Could people be moving in?" he wondered to himself. As he walked to the window he prayed that his new neighbors weren't incredibly snobby muggles who would potentially give him more hell than his own family did.

Surprisingly, when he looked out into the hazy morning air he saw, not a snooty muggle, but a teenage girl walking clumsily with luggage in her hands. Something about her, other than the fact that she was very pretty, made Harry gasp for air. He could feel an aura coming off of her that made him almost certain that she was a wizard.

Her strait, auburn hair fell onto her waist and her fair skin seemed to glow in the morning sun. The more Harry stared at her, the more paralyzed he felt. Just then she did something that really caught him off guard. As if she felt him watching her, she looked right up into his eyes and waved politely. Harry hesitated before a moment before warily waving back. He watched her go into the house before turning away from the window.

"I don't know what this feeling is, Hedwig, but I have to talk to her." So he got changed as fast as he could and jogged out of the room. He had to get over there, had to find out more about this girl who made him feel like he was plummeting through thin air, and she was the only one who could catch him. Harry had never been very bold with girls. In fact he found talking to them more terrifying than facing Voldemort. But, as with Voldemort, he felt he had no choice but to be brave.

In an instant he found himself standing before her door, his hand up and ready to knock. But he stopped. What was he thinking? What would he say to her? Just as he was starting to turn away, the door opened wide and a figure slammed into him.

"Oh Merlin! I'm so sorry," she giggled. "Nice to meet ya! My name's Alaria!" Harry just looked at her for a moment before answering.

"Harry," he said. He suddenly realized that he had his arms around her waist so he jolted away quickly, his face reddening.

"Oh, don't be embarrassed! Just pretend it was a welcome hug," she smiled. The scent of her, jasmine, Harry figured, filled his nostrils and suddenly made him very calm. His heart beat slowed and he was able to find the courage to look strait into her eyes.

"Oh, wow!" he said. "Your eyes! They're purple!"

"Yeah. Weird, huh?" Harry blinked for a moment before realizing his eyes weren't exactly a normal color either.

"So, you're from America?" he asked.

"Yeah...how could you tell?" she asked, looking excited.

"Well your accent kind of gave it away."

"Oh yeah," she laughed, causing Harry to laugh too for the first time in a while.

"I have so much homework this summer," she stated. "How 'bout you?"

"Oh yeah," Harry hesitated, stopping himself from ranting on about Snape in front of a muggle.

"ALERIA!" they heard someone shout from inside the house.

"COMING!" she hollered back. "Sorry, but I got to go. Will I see you around?"

"Yeah, sure," Harry replied, already looking forward to it. As she walked off into the house, Harry wondered if this summer holiday would be fun.


Author notes: Hope it isn't too confusing for you guys but I had made up the H/A one in my head and then written the L/L one afterwords so I tried to combine them together. Forgive me if it takes too long for me to get the chapters out because I have never written a Schnoogle fic before and balancing it with golf is gonna be tough.

I hope that all you hot-guy lovers like Leo...I certainly do. He's like a really sweet version of Draco. (Kudos to anyone who noticed the Titanic references)

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