Hey everyone, Stina58 here. This is my 9th story that I've written so far. I've always been into the "Next Generation" stories. So here's mine for Lily Luna.
Please read and review! Questions, comments, and suggestions!
Chapter One
I hated Flooing.
I can never land right, which, according to my Uncle Ron, comes with being just a Potter.
But I stomached it. I had waited six months, twenty-four whole weeks, just to do this.
And Floo Powder was not going to stop me.
I remembered this as I stepped into the private Ministry fireplaces used and reserved for the Minister himself. Kingsley, though, was standing next to my father, watching me. I pulled my duffle bag higher upon my shoulder, and trunk closer to me. I looked upon my family one last time.
James, my eldest brother, was staring at me, excitement filling his face. He was eighteen, and already two inches taller than Dad. He had Dad's messy black hair, and basically everything else of his, except his eyes. They were brown, like Mum and mine. He didn't wear glasses either.
Albus, my other older brother, smiled encouragingly at me. He was everything Dad was, down to the height and shoe size.
Then Mum stood there. Dad's arm was around her shoulders supportively. Mum had brilliant red hair- the very same I had. She was three-quarters a head shorter than Dad. Dad was tall, with a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. He had messy black hair and brilliant emerald green eyes that shone behind his glasses.
They all waved and shouted "Bye, Lily!" or "I love you!" as I threw down the Floo Powder saying, "Wizarding Government Building- Minneapolis!"
I felt the familiar feeling of-for me- dizziness that often happened. Finally, I fell.
"Ahh," a women sighed. "You must be Lily Potter."
I stood up. The women in front of me stood there, arms folded across her chest, her piercing and sharp face, accented by short spiky blonde hair, looked exasperated at me.
"Yes."
She nodded. "I'm Mrs. Taylors. Follow me."
Mrs. Taylors led me through the large building. We went up so many stairs, it felt like being back at Hogwarts.
After what felt like at least forty-five minutes, she opened a glass door.
The room behind it was rather large. Portraits looked at her when she entered; I followed closely. A huge oak desk had piles of papers on it.
I then noticed a man behind the piles.
He wore a purple suit with gold and silver metallic stars flashing on it. He was short, with silver hair, the color of the moon at midnight.
"Lily," he said softly. Mrs. Taylors quickly left the room and closed the door.
"My name is Mr. Robert Neilson, director of the Department of Magical and Muggle Exchanges. Basically I deal with Muggleborns, along with the occasional exchange students, and even brushing the topic of Squibs.
"I've looked through your file and couldn't help but notice some of your family's positions. Your father is Head Auror, an aunt is the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and uncles an Auror…quite impressive.
"Now the Muggle family I am putting you with has, naturally, no idea that you are a witch. Therefore, please refrain from magic at all costs. Any questions?"
"Umm, yeah." I shrugged. "Who is the family you're putting me with?"
Mr. Neilson chuckled. "The Riley family. They have a daughter your age- Allycia."
He took out a photograph and handed it to me. It was, naturally, a Muggle photograph.
A tall man stood, a happy expression on his face, with golden blonde curls dangling to his ears. His arm was around the shoulders of a women with hair almost as black as my family's. She had an adoring expression on her face as she smiled down on the youngest looking girl in the picture. Her mothers hands rested upon her shoulders. She had red hair that hung in pin curls down to her shoulders. I noticed how it seemed bright compared to the others in the picture, but rather very dull compared to mine.
The boy to the right of her had the same golden hair as his father, only it had the appearance of being plastered to his head. He was taller than his sister, so I assumed he was older.
The eldest looking girl in the family was to her fathers left. She had strawberry blonde hair that resembled Dominique's. She was smiling contently, only reaching to her fathers shoulder. My guess was that this was Allycia.
The eldest boy stood to the right of his mother. He had his mothers hair color, but towered over her, however, not quite reaching her fathers height.
I looked at Mr. Neilson. "I'm assuming that this is Allycia." I pointed to the girl with the hair like Dominique.
He nodded. Someone knocked on the door. I turned, hand on my wand. Mrs. Taylors stood there. I relaxed my grip.
"Mr. Neilson, they're here for the girl."
What do you think? Second chapter's coming soon!