A/N.:For those of you not familiar with the next generation of Harry Potter, here they are. I took the liberty of changing some of their ages and wizarding levels, but it isn't TOO drastic. They will appear in the story. She marries Rolf Scamander, son of accomplished wizard naturalist, Newt Scamander. Lysander and Lorcan are Luna's kids.
I have moved Scorpius from his usual place of Second year and into first year. It's all for the storyline, so don't kill me.
I hope you'll enjoy this next generation fic very much.
Lily Luna Potter: The New Silver Trio
Chapter 1
Birthday Shopping
"Do you worry that you're not liked
How long till you break
You're happy cause you smile
But how much can you fake
An ordinary boy an ordinary name
But ordinary's just not good enough today."
~Superman's Dead, Our Lady Peace
August 20th, 2019
First off, Lily Luna Potter was a witch.
There was no doubt in that statement. Her mother was a witch, her father was a wizard, and her two brothers James and Albus were wizards.
And so was her mother's parents, and their parents, and their parents, and their parents, all the way down to the Peverells.
To top it off, her father was very famous in the wizarding world. This wasn't saying much, but it was. She was the youngest in a family of five, and the youngest cousin in the Weasley family. The order was the following, as James so kindly reminded her of everyday.
First was Victoire Claudette Weasley, daughter of Fleur and Bill Weasley. She was part-Veela, with her sultry good looks, and her permanent beauty. She never had bad hairdays in her life. Neither did she have to work extremely hard at life. She charmed the heart right out of the most hardened teachers, and she was a favorite of the headmistress, Minerva McGonagall.
Next was Molly and Lucy Weasley or the twins, as everyone fondly dubs them, the only daughters of Percy and Audrey Weasley. They were the first to break the Weasley tradition and instead they went to Ravenclaw. They were extremely talented, extremely energetic, and extremely annoying. When they were paired up with their counterparts, Lysander and Lorcan Scamander, the gates of Hell would break loose. Percy had enough on his hands at work without the number of owls that constantly flew into his workplace with news of their latest crime. They were trickster, troublemakers, the next generation of Fred and George Weasley in female form. However they were different in many ways. Molly would always be the first to remind her sister not to put their toe across the line whereas Lucy was the brains of their little operations.
Not too far behind was Roxanne Weasley, eldest child of George and Angelina Weasley's children. A tomboy right from the start, she would constantly be seen with Lily and her cousin Louis. She was a hardworking, down-to-earth person; it was a wonder she wasn't in Hufflepuff. What she lacked in brains, she made up for in sweat and good hard work. She was the backbone of the Weasley family, the one who tied them all together. A peacemaker and a pacifier, she always knew what everyone was doing. Her leadership qualities were outstanding.
Then there was Dominique Weasley, the middle child of Fleur and Bill. Although she was born in the same week as Roxanne, Dominique was truly different in many ways. It seemed as though she was destined to become a Gryffindor. A bit reckless at times, she knew how to rein herself in and pipe down when the time was right. She was the brightest witch in her year, and it seemed like she didn't need to work at all, which caused a huge number of feuds between her and Roxanne. Despite their shaky differences, both witches were great friends, but due to their personalities, they would rarely go on outings.
Lily's favorite cousin in the world was Rose Weasley. She looked and acted like her mother, Hermione Weasley. In fact, if not for her blue eyes, she wouldn't believe that her father was Ron Weasley. Known for and intelligence that rivaled Dominique's, she would rarely be seen without her older cousin. Preferring classical literature over Quidditch games, she'd always be seen poring over old volumes and textbooks, doing "research". Lily couldn't recall how many times she had to pry Rose's eyes out of a book, but she knew it was pretty often.
Rose's brother Hugo was the odd one in the family. Her Uncle Ron usually hung out with him, because he really wasn't good at making friends. He would cower at little things, especially spiders, just like his father. It was no surprise that he didn't like Quidditch at all. He was, and is, fondly nicknamed, "The Lil' Blubberin' Wreck", and he hated his nickname with a vengeance. The only people who called him that was Uncle George and James.
James was another problem Lily had. If she had to mention all the times her brothers had teased her and tricked her, she'd have become a senior without realizing it. James Sirius Potter wasn't "serious" at all. At home she'd always have an eye out for him, just in case he had chucked a Dungbomb under her bedroom door by "accident". Albus Severus Potter, the middle child however, was always persuaded by James to join in on the fun. More often than not he wouldn't though. Albus was a kind heart, and a wuss at Quidditch, mainly because he had the stamina of a billy goat. But James was a prodigy on the field. He was a Seeker for Gryffindor, and already a couple of professional Quidditch teams were keeping tabs on him.
But Lily was a different story. If James had to play Chaser against her, she'd win 9 over 10 times. It was obvious she had inherited her mother's Quidditch genes. Ginny Weasley would always go down with Lily to the pitch to play Quidditch with her the whole year.
That would be another thing Lily would miss. She was starting her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She was happy and excited, but she was also anxious. She wanted to stand out, and rise to the top. She wanted others to remember her by her first name, not her last. She wanted to get out of her father's shadow.
She opened her eyes and found herself staring at a pair of big orb-like eyes.
"KREACHER!" she shrieked, and the elf toppled out of her bed and massaged his head. "Mistress need not scream." he grumbled. "Master Harry wants you out of bed, Mistress Lily. Chop chop!"
Lily was quite fond of Kreacher and she was certain the feeling was mutual. But today was a different story.
She turned around in her bed, facing the wall. "Five more minutes please, Kreach'."
"No no no no NO! Up your get!" Kreacher said, raising a finger threateningly.
She got up at once and massaged her back. "Great wake up call." she glared angrily at the old elf.
Kreacher chuckled. "Doesn't Mistress not remember? It's your birthday!"
As soon as she heard that, Lily Luna Potter scrambled back into bed.
"Lily Luna Potter!" Lily groaned. Kreacher had warned her he was going to tell her father, but did she listen? No matter, Harry was already at the foot of her bed and had a stern expression on her face. She sat up immediately with wide eyes.
"So the birthday girl decided to sleep the whole day, eh?" The corners of his mouth jerked upwards and he ran forwards and gave Lily a big hug, much to her surprise. "Happy eleven years, Lil'." he said with tears in his eyes.
Lily rolled her eyes heavenward and scrambled out of the covers. "I'm only eleven, dad. Stop being such a fuddyduddy. You're an Auror, and you're not supposed to cry." Harry looked at her. Fuddyduddy? But his youngest child was already bustling down the stairs at full volume. He scrambled behind her, to put the covers on Sirius's mother.
Pretty soon the distant shrieks were starting up as Albus and James came out of their bedrooms at maximum energy levels. "Give that back James Sirius! I mean now!" Albus roared, almost colliding with Lily down the stairs. He sidestepped her, burst down the railing, and football-tackled James to the ground. The pair of them were writhing and squealing.
"You give that back!"
"Or what?"
"OR I'll kill you!"
"PFFT. You're too pansy to try!"
"What?"
"I said you're too PANSY to try!"
"OH YEAH? SAY THAT TO MY FACE, YOU WANK-"
"Albus Severus Potter!" Ginny Weasley was bright and early that Saturday morning. Dressed in a summer outfit, she wore an apron and an expression of distate. Her hand was clutching a wooden spoon ominously. Albus turned white as a sheet. "B-b-b-bu-... but James d-did..-"
"I don't want to hear it!" she said, a steely glint in her eyes. "Now get dressed." Both boys did exactly what their mother told them to do, and they ran up the stairs like a ghost was following them. Her expression softened as she saw Lily sitting on the bottom of the stairs with a half-sleepy expression, followed by her father, whose hand was sliding off the handle railing. "Wake up you two. Honestly, you look exactly alike."
Indeed they were. Both Lily and Harry's facial expressions were the same. When it came to personality, that somehow changed. Lily was the ambitious one in the family, always starting and finishing projects when she felt like it. Her objections strayed as much as her mind did. Harry always humored her whenever she included him in her many adventures. Their father/daughter relationship was a highly unusual one, but a strong bond nonetheless.
Ginny was quite happy that Lily had inherited her Chaser skills. These days, she could never find similarities with her children, except for the red hair on Lily and the auburn hair on James. She practically had to threaten Lily by taking her Nimbus away whenever she forgot to do chores. But one thing was certain: Lily L. Potter and her mother had the same hardworking and strong characteristic around them. That much was certain.
"What didja cook now, mum?" Lily half groaned, half yawned. Ginny looked at her disapprovingly. "Your favorite, dear. Blueberry pancakes." At her words, a fire burst through Lily like never before. In