Post by jesilily on Oct 15, 2011 3:48:12 GMT -8
Title: Greatness
Rating: T
Warnings: Strong Language, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature
Summary: There have been so many Lily’s in the world, so many beautiful and strong women, named after the stunning flower. I’m just not one of them.
I'm Lily Potter, daughter of Harry Potter. And it seems unlike all my family I'm just awfully normal.
There have been so many Lily’s in the world, so many beautiful and strong women, named after the stunning flower. I’m just not one of them.
I’m a descendent of perhaps one of the more famous Lily’s... Lily Potter.
In fairness I am also Lily Potter, but I happen to be her granddaughter, the daughter of the great Harry Potter. I know everyone expects me to reach greatness as well, they expect me to be my grandmother – the same woman who was murdered at only twenty one years old... Do they expect the same fate for me?
The thing is though, I’m not that Lily Potter, I’m not that woman. I’m seventeen, I don’t know who I’m going to marry, I’m not in love... I’m planning a future in a world where everything is so unknown... I don’t even know what I want to do for the rest of my life. Do I want to be an Auror like my father, my grandfather and my eldest brother? Do I want to be a healer like my grandmother? Or a quidditch player like my mother? Or perhaps I will do my own thing... I don’t know what that might be, but I do know it’s not what people expect.
I’m not so smart, or so beautiful... My grandmother was breathtakingly beautiful, with rich auburn hair that hung in perfect waves, and milky white skin that was flawless, lips that were that perfect rose shade, a body that was slim but with the curve of womanhood, and with large almond shape striking emerald green eyes.
She was everything, an angel gracing this planet... And I’m just not.
I’m too thin, I don’t have the same womanly curves, my hair is so far from the gorgeous auburn, hanging pin straight around my shoulders, my skin is far from flawless, and dotted with freckles, and my eyes are so far from the brilliant emerald, but rather a weak watery blue.
I was nothing compared to the great Lily Potter. I was just Lily Potter... I was just another Gryffindor, a very average Gryffindor, I didn’t do amazingly well in any of my subjects, bare scraping by with my refusal to do homework. I wasn’t a prefect and I wasn’t Head Girl, I didn’t receive any awards, I was a pretty average student.
I didn’t date while at school, and in no way was I basically stalked by an admirer. I had a single best friend who I did the usual best friend thing with, I met and flirted with a few guys at different parties, but it was awkward attending parties where your big brothers were either getting off with their girlfriend in James case (he had a new one each time) or in the case of Albus who was often found discouraging Scorpius from whatever whore he was about to leave with.
I love my brothers endlessly, there not a thing in the world they wouldn’t do for me... but they are overprotective and overbearing... They want me to be great, like they are. James is everything a twenty something man should be, he’s fun and proud, he’s making a name for himself, and dating a different model each month. Albus in many ways is the same, he’s doing what makes him happy, he’s already settled with a girlfriend, his closet friends around him supportively.
My friends were all preparing to move on with their lives, and I was stuck... This was not the greatness that was expected of me... To watch my friends live their lives as I watched mine fall around me.
“Hey, what’s up Lily?” I looked up at the source of the voice, and forced a smile onto my face. “You ok?”
“I’m fine Albus, what are you doing here?” I asked looking at the clock, she knew that ministry workers didn’t tend to finish at three pm, even if it was the spring term holiday.
“Ah, finished early, boss let me go,” Albus told me, grinning. “Scorpius is coming over; I hope you don’t mind... I thought you’d be out.”
“Nah, I don’t mind,” I did mind, but could I really admit that to Albus? He’d get worried about me, and then there would be the heart to heart, and then there would be the parental chat, and then the resulting attempt at boosting her ego.
Just as well, moments later I heard the door bell ring, I looked at Albus who grinned at me once more, and walked away towards the door.
I knew this was going to suck. Scorpius was as great as Albus, more so even, and I know, just know, I pale in comparison. Scorpius was the child of Draco Malfoy and his wife Astoria; they were billionaires, the perfect looking family. They were intelligent, and beautiful, and rich... Not too far from the general gist of the Potter family. Scorpius also happened to be very perceptive, and as such he knew to pick at her for being annoyingly normal.
Suddenly he was standing before her, smirking down at her. His white blonde hair fell into his face, which was so perfectly aristocratic, all straight nose, thin slightly arched lips and perfectly chiselled jaw.
“Alright Red? Not doing anything special then?” His voice drawled, and I had to really force myself not to roll my eyes, but instead plaster a nice big fake smile on my face.
As he walked away from me, clearly not expecting a reply, I quickly pull my wand from my pocket, and pointed it towards him.
“Kravata,” I whisper and watch in satisfaction as the laces of his black leather, and as he tried to lift his foot to continue walking, for he had not noticed, he found himself suddenly falling forward.
“WHAT THE HELL!” Scorpius yelled as he lay on the floor, looking flabbergasted at how he got there. I stifled a giggle, and quickly got to my own feet.
“Scorpius? Lily, what did mum tell you about using your own spells?” Albus asked exasperated, helping his friend untie his shoes and get to his feet. I didn’t say anything, I knew that my parents were concerned about my hobby, but the occasional new spell was nothing big.
“Her own spells? You did that?” Scorpius asked me, and I nodded slowly, I wasn’t too sure how he would react, he was a known arse.
But he said nothing; rather he simply walked away with Albus, leaving me behind.
It was dark before I heard either of them, I was not sure who was coming into the kitchen, but I turned and was surprised to see Scorpius watching me closely. I didn’t like it; it was like he was calculating something... I couldn’t be sure what, but something was definitely ticking in his head.
“I think you’ve always been underestimated,” his voice shot through me like a jolt, I hadn’t really expected him to say anything, let alone that. “It takes a certain level of power and creativity to create spells... It would strike me that it should have been one of your brothers, I mean, they clearly are more capable with magic, they were both more highly recognised for their abilities, and yet, it is you, the normal one that does it.”
“I have no idea whether I should take that as an insult or a compliment.”
And truly I didn’t... So I watched him, I watched as he tried to figure whether or not it was an insult or compliment, it seemed he could not decide so settled for shrugging instead.
“I find myself wondering what else you’re capable of, clearly more than any of us expected,” Scorpius said slowly, the clogs still turning in his head quite visibly. I didn’t know what to make of it.
I was starting to feel uncomfortable; I really didn’t know what to make of it all. Scorpius was practically impossible to read, he always had been.
“I’m not sure what you’re getting at,” I admitted slowly, watching him closely.
“Maybe you’re greater than anyone ever really expected,” Scorpius said slowly, as if talking to an idiot. “I guess being part of this family, all of which have managed to reach some level of greatness, your lacking seemed even more relevant.”
“Don’t sugar coat it Malfoy, just say it. I’m not as great as every other Potter in Wizarding England, I’m not Lily Potter,” He seemed to flinch at my words slightly. “I know it’s what everyone secretly thinks, that I’m not as great as they had expected... I’m the product of Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, I’m the granddaughter of Lily Potter... Two of the greatest witches ever known and I’m directly related to them both... And I’m just normal.”
Scorpius watched me for a moment before speaking again.
“You’re not just normal are you... You can create magic, and apparently you can read people brilliantly. Have you thought of joining the Aurors? There are still a few rogue Deatheaters out there. Perhaps you’d find some use for you extraordinary perception,” Scorpius suggested, watching me carefully.
I didn’t know quite what to say, it seemed to make sense, I know I could do that, and it would perhaps be something I could enjoy.
I blinked, and smiled at Scorpius.
“Thank you.”
“That’s alright, I know the feeling of being inadequate,” Scorpius replied, I watched him, which was not what I expected. “I have to live up to the Malfoy name, it’s not so easy.”
“I guess,” I could see what he was saying, I had never really thought of Scorpius like that before.
“Anyway, you’re quite interesting,” This did make me blink, and suddenly Scorpius was before me, and I could see every silver fleck in his eyes. “And I find myself wondering what else you’ll be great at.”
Rating: T
Warnings: Strong Language, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature
Summary: There have been so many Lily’s in the world, so many beautiful and strong women, named after the stunning flower. I’m just not one of them.
I'm Lily Potter, daughter of Harry Potter. And it seems unlike all my family I'm just awfully normal.
There have been so many Lily’s in the world, so many beautiful and strong women, named after the stunning flower. I’m just not one of them.
I’m a descendent of perhaps one of the more famous Lily’s... Lily Potter.
In fairness I am also Lily Potter, but I happen to be her granddaughter, the daughter of the great Harry Potter. I know everyone expects me to reach greatness as well, they expect me to be my grandmother – the same woman who was murdered at only twenty one years old... Do they expect the same fate for me?
The thing is though, I’m not that Lily Potter, I’m not that woman. I’m seventeen, I don’t know who I’m going to marry, I’m not in love... I’m planning a future in a world where everything is so unknown... I don’t even know what I want to do for the rest of my life. Do I want to be an Auror like my father, my grandfather and my eldest brother? Do I want to be a healer like my grandmother? Or a quidditch player like my mother? Or perhaps I will do my own thing... I don’t know what that might be, but I do know it’s not what people expect.
I’m not so smart, or so beautiful... My grandmother was breathtakingly beautiful, with rich auburn hair that hung in perfect waves, and milky white skin that was flawless, lips that were that perfect rose shade, a body that was slim but with the curve of womanhood, and with large almond shape striking emerald green eyes.
She was everything, an angel gracing this planet... And I’m just not.
I’m too thin, I don’t have the same womanly curves, my hair is so far from the gorgeous auburn, hanging pin straight around my shoulders, my skin is far from flawless, and dotted with freckles, and my eyes are so far from the brilliant emerald, but rather a weak watery blue.
I was nothing compared to the great Lily Potter. I was just Lily Potter... I was just another Gryffindor, a very average Gryffindor, I didn’t do amazingly well in any of my subjects, bare scraping by with my refusal to do homework. I wasn’t a prefect and I wasn’t Head Girl, I didn’t receive any awards, I was a pretty average student.
I didn’t date while at school, and in no way was I basically stalked by an admirer. I had a single best friend who I did the usual best friend thing with, I met and flirted with a few guys at different parties, but it was awkward attending parties where your big brothers were either getting off with their girlfriend in James case (he had a new one each time) or in the case of Albus who was often found discouraging Scorpius from whatever whore he was about to leave with.
I love my brothers endlessly, there not a thing in the world they wouldn’t do for me... but they are overprotective and overbearing... They want me to be great, like they are. James is everything a twenty something man should be, he’s fun and proud, he’s making a name for himself, and dating a different model each month. Albus in many ways is the same, he’s doing what makes him happy, he’s already settled with a girlfriend, his closet friends around him supportively.
My friends were all preparing to move on with their lives, and I was stuck... This was not the greatness that was expected of me... To watch my friends live their lives as I watched mine fall around me.
“Hey, what’s up Lily?” I looked up at the source of the voice, and forced a smile onto my face. “You ok?”
“I’m fine Albus, what are you doing here?” I asked looking at the clock, she knew that ministry workers didn’t tend to finish at three pm, even if it was the spring term holiday.
“Ah, finished early, boss let me go,” Albus told me, grinning. “Scorpius is coming over; I hope you don’t mind... I thought you’d be out.”
“Nah, I don’t mind,” I did mind, but could I really admit that to Albus? He’d get worried about me, and then there would be the heart to heart, and then there would be the parental chat, and then the resulting attempt at boosting her ego.
Just as well, moments later I heard the door bell ring, I looked at Albus who grinned at me once more, and walked away towards the door.
I knew this was going to suck. Scorpius was as great as Albus, more so even, and I know, just know, I pale in comparison. Scorpius was the child of Draco Malfoy and his wife Astoria; they were billionaires, the perfect looking family. They were intelligent, and beautiful, and rich... Not too far from the general gist of the Potter family. Scorpius also happened to be very perceptive, and as such he knew to pick at her for being annoyingly normal.
Suddenly he was standing before her, smirking down at her. His white blonde hair fell into his face, which was so perfectly aristocratic, all straight nose, thin slightly arched lips and perfectly chiselled jaw.
“Alright Red? Not doing anything special then?” His voice drawled, and I had to really force myself not to roll my eyes, but instead plaster a nice big fake smile on my face.
As he walked away from me, clearly not expecting a reply, I quickly pull my wand from my pocket, and pointed it towards him.
“Kravata,” I whisper and watch in satisfaction as the laces of his black leather, and as he tried to lift his foot to continue walking, for he had not noticed, he found himself suddenly falling forward.
“WHAT THE HELL!” Scorpius yelled as he lay on the floor, looking flabbergasted at how he got there. I stifled a giggle, and quickly got to my own feet.
“Scorpius? Lily, what did mum tell you about using your own spells?” Albus asked exasperated, helping his friend untie his shoes and get to his feet. I didn’t say anything, I knew that my parents were concerned about my hobby, but the occasional new spell was nothing big.
“Her own spells? You did that?” Scorpius asked me, and I nodded slowly, I wasn’t too sure how he would react, he was a known arse.
But he said nothing; rather he simply walked away with Albus, leaving me behind.
It was dark before I heard either of them, I was not sure who was coming into the kitchen, but I turned and was surprised to see Scorpius watching me closely. I didn’t like it; it was like he was calculating something... I couldn’t be sure what, but something was definitely ticking in his head.
“I think you’ve always been underestimated,” his voice shot through me like a jolt, I hadn’t really expected him to say anything, let alone that. “It takes a certain level of power and creativity to create spells... It would strike me that it should have been one of your brothers, I mean, they clearly are more capable with magic, they were both more highly recognised for their abilities, and yet, it is you, the normal one that does it.”
“I have no idea whether I should take that as an insult or a compliment.”
And truly I didn’t... So I watched him, I watched as he tried to figure whether or not it was an insult or compliment, it seemed he could not decide so settled for shrugging instead.
“I find myself wondering what else you’re capable of, clearly more than any of us expected,” Scorpius said slowly, the clogs still turning in his head quite visibly. I didn’t know what to make of it.
I was starting to feel uncomfortable; I really didn’t know what to make of it all. Scorpius was practically impossible to read, he always had been.
“I’m not sure what you’re getting at,” I admitted slowly, watching him closely.
“Maybe you’re greater than anyone ever really expected,” Scorpius said slowly, as if talking to an idiot. “I guess being part of this family, all of which have managed to reach some level of greatness, your lacking seemed even more relevant.”
“Don’t sugar coat it Malfoy, just say it. I’m not as great as every other Potter in Wizarding England, I’m not Lily Potter,” He seemed to flinch at my words slightly. “I know it’s what everyone secretly thinks, that I’m not as great as they had expected... I’m the product of Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, I’m the granddaughter of Lily Potter... Two of the greatest witches ever known and I’m directly related to them both... And I’m just normal.”
Scorpius watched me for a moment before speaking again.
“You’re not just normal are you... You can create magic, and apparently you can read people brilliantly. Have you thought of joining the Aurors? There are still a few rogue Deatheaters out there. Perhaps you’d find some use for you extraordinary perception,” Scorpius suggested, watching me carefully.
I didn’t know quite what to say, it seemed to make sense, I know I could do that, and it would perhaps be something I could enjoy.
I blinked, and smiled at Scorpius.
“Thank you.”
“That’s alright, I know the feeling of being inadequate,” Scorpius replied, I watched him, which was not what I expected. “I have to live up to the Malfoy name, it’s not so easy.”
“I guess,” I could see what he was saying, I had never really thought of Scorpius like that before.
“Anyway, you’re quite interesting,” This did make me blink, and suddenly Scorpius was before me, and I could see every silver fleck in his eyes. “And I find myself wondering what else you’ll be great at.”