Hello Everyone!

So this story has been adopted (by myself) from another author- imcrazy4fiction

The beginning is almost identical to her copy- so if you've read that feel free to skip ahead- I believe my work starts around chapter 15 :)

Other than that, please review! They really give me motivation to keep going :)

Chapter one

My name is Lily Potter and I'm the youngest child of "oh so famous" Harry Potter and Ginevra Weasley. Being the youngest has its advantages and disadvantages - I have my daddy pretty well wrapped round my finger but on the other hand my brothers get to do everything first and openly flaunt it. Today is my brother Albus' first day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For weeks on end all everyone has spoken about is Hogwarts. Everyone has their own stories, from every generation. Sometimes it feels like everything that could ever happen at Hogwarts has happened already. It can be hard being in a family like ours, it comes with a lot of expectations and reputations to live up to. James is apparently very much like his namesake, a prankster but a loyal friend. He looks like the perfect mix of mum and dad, but somehow ended up with dark brown hair with a reddish tinge. He is well on his way to living up to that prankster reputation having blown up a total of 7 toilets during his first two years at Hogwarts. Albus is the smart dependable one but he's also got a lot of Weasley in his personality - funny, loving sports and food. He could pass as my dad's twin when he was 11, minus the glasses and add some book smarts. Then there is me, I don't really look that much like my parents, aside from the sparkling green eyes. Supposedly I look like my namesake Lily Evans but my hair is a red strawberry blonde colour, different to all the other Weasley's colouring. I'm also passionately creative, with a more reserved nature. For a 9 year old I'm surprisingly well cultured, delighting in our occasional trips to France to visit the Delacours, our extended family. I enjoyed France so much and everything about their culture that I threw myself into learning to speak French as fluently as English. I would love to learn other languages as well, especially Russian.

As you can see I'm nothing like my family. They are athletic and I am artistic. Even Auntie Fleur's kids don't speak French very well so I'm fairly alone in my cultural interests. I've heard all the Hogwarts stories and read many of the books but honestly my favourite stories are Aunt Fleur's tales about her days growing up in France. Since Albus got his Hogwarts letter I've been thinking about breaking the trend and not going to Hogwarts. It's not that I'm a Squib; I'm actually fairly advanced for my age. Many magical children my age cannot control their magic but I've been controlling mine since I was six. When I was five I ended up in the paper because a reporter had witnessed me appariting out of Diagon Alley because James dumped his ice cream all over me. Since then it's all been under tight wraps but will I really fulfil my potential at Hogwarts? I want to be different, to start my own legacy instead of following tradition, to try new things as opposed to rediscovering what everyone has already experienced. But how do I try and explain this to my family, especially my Dad, Hogwarts is like a second home to him [well third if you count the Burrow]. He's telling Albus the story of the sorting hat again because James keeps saying Albus is going to end up in Slytherin. Dad doesn't mind where Albus ends up, nor do I. I think having separate houses encourages excessive competition and detracts from school unity, but hey what do I know, I'm just a kid. I pulled myself from my musing to realise the train has left the station, mum has apparited off to work and it's now or never to talk to dad alone regarding where I go to school.

"You look deep in thought, Honey, it'll soon be your turn to go off to school, and then I'll be all alone. At least I have you all to myself for the next two years" Dad joked with his beaming smile. He was a constant ray of sunshine to our entire family, quick to provide a laugh or an encouraging word. He was the only person I could confide in.

"Daddy, did you always know Hogwarts was where you wanted to go to school?" I asked nervously. I could confide in my father but he is an innately loyal individual, not just to me but to many things, Hogwarts included.

"Is that what you're thinking so hard about? Honestly Lily, it was the only Wizarding School I knew of, and I wouldn't even have known about it if it weren't for Albus Dumbledore and Hagrid. It wasn't until 4th year I heard of other schools like Beauxbaton where your Aunt Fleur went. Why do you ask?" Of all his children, Harry Potter could understand Lily the best but sometimes he didn't understand her at all. Her thought process often seemed mature beyond her years. Harry often thought of her as his little enigma, she was smart to be sure but not typical book smart, rather she was curious as saw things from a different point of view, not unlike her namesake Luna Lovegood.

"I've been thinking, daddy. All this talk about Hogwarts and I'm not sure if it's right for me. I know James loves it and I'm sure Albus will too but I'm different, I always have been. I'm not into pulling pranks like James, or really smart like Rose nor obsessed with Quidditch like Albus. From all the stories Hogwarts seems great for that stuff, but what about the things I'm interested in like dance or music? Do wizarding schools not cater for other interests? Is it even possible to choose another school?"

"Wow, you're really serious about this, Lilybear, aren't you? Let me talk to your mum, and we can see what options are available. I don't even know what all Wizarding Schools are out there." Daddy answered casually but I could tell inside he was beyond confused. Now all I can do is hope, and maybe brush up on my French just in case there are schools in France that would take me.

Later when Lily was in bed fast asleep Harry took the opportunity to talk to Ginny about his previous conversation regarding school. They stood in the kitchen talking in hushed tones.

"I don't understand either Ginny. I guess we both grew up with Hogwarts, never imagining sending our kids elsewhere. We've relatives in France so maybe we should look into Beauxbaton Academy; at least Gabby and the rest of the Delacours would be nearby if anything happened."

"I guess you're right Harry, I wouldn't want Lily to be unhappy at Hogwarts for 7 years. Wait, Uh! Does this mean I have to have a conversation with Fleur voluntarily? I mean really she's lived here 20years, she should have lost "zee" French accent by now!" Ginny complained.

"You know she is family and you love her, accent or no accent." Harry said pulling Ginny into his arms and kissing her on the forehead. After 20 years Harry Potter still loved his wife as much as the day he said "I do".

"I'd prefer no accent!" Ginny mumbled against Harry's chest which began to reverb with softened chuckles.

~* ~ Nearly Two Years Later ~ * ~

I can't believe its July! In two months I, Lily Luna Potter, will be going away to school for the very first time! Today the Headmistress of Beauxbaton Academy of Magic, Madame de Chagny, is coming here to interview me! I was pacing in the kitchen wearing my favourite white summer dress waiting, none too patiently, for her to arrive. This is the moment I had been longing for the past two years since daddy told me he and mummy would look into other wizarding schools. The "pop" of apparition and the chime of the doorbell stir me from my frantic pacing. As I rush to answer the door, I find myself face to face with the formidable yet heart-warming Madame de Chagny standing with my parents in the hallway of our home.

"Bonjour Madame de Chagny, what a pleasure to have you here. Venez, entrez s'il vous plaît" I said in the best French I could manage through my excitement. Aunt Fleur told me that my French was very good, although my accent was very muddled; however I became somewhat incoherent when I was overtly excited.

"Merci, mon petit chère, vous avez une maison de beau" she replied in her rich French alto voice.

"Merci beaucoup, irons-nous dans la cuisine?" I responded known full well my parents had no intention of attempting any French and that I was responsible for the hospitality. Having been brought up around many friends and family I wasn't overly shy and knew how to be a good host.

Over tea and pumpkin seed scones Headmistress de Chagny told me about Beauxbaton Academy, the classes and the grounds but I felt like she was holding out on me. Being the straightforward person I am, I questioned her about it, in the most gracious manner I could although I was not known for my tact. She countered that I wasn't a student there yet and could pass on secrets to other schools. Aunt Fleur had been the same when she told stories of Beauxbaton, there always seemed so much left unsaid. This intrigued me even more and I knew Beauxbaton was a place of mystery and fantasy; it was the place for me. However the question remained would there be a place for me at Beauxbaton Academy?

"I can't believe I got accepted! It's so exciting! Where's my letter? Oh you have it, with the supply list. Mother, will we be able to get French textbooks in Diagon Alley? Can I really get my own owl? Will they have Beauxbaton uniforms in Madame Malkins? Did you know they don't wear robes but proper uniforms, with different blouses and skirts and pinafore that you can interchange to personalise the uniform from day to day. Will anyone there speak English? I wonder if any other kids from here go abroad to school."

I knew mum was getting tired of me talking a mile a minute but I was so excited, today we were school supply shopping in Diagon Alley. It was two weeks after my interview with Madame de Chagny and a few days ago I got my acceptance letter the same day Albus and James got their Hogwarts letters. Dad had already taken the boys off to get their things for school but we were meeting for lunch at 12o'clock so daddy could go with me and mummy to get my wand. First stop Flourish & Blotts to see if they carry French textbooks. I might take Albus' old English texts with me as well, might come in handy if I have difficulty with translation.

"Mr Young how nice to see you, I was wondering I you could help me with my daughters school booklist." Mother is so polite in public; she acts much more Weasley at home. She had taken the day off from sports writing at the Daily Prophet so we could shop and I knew she didn't want to be out all day. I imagine she will be playing Quidditch out back with the boys this evening so make up her sports quota for the day.

"Not a problem, Mrs Potter, first year at Hogwarts I take it?" the sales clerk said presumptuously giving mummy a small bow as he said Potter with reverence. I had to force myself not to roll my eyes at the gentleman.

"Well, actually no, she will be attending Beauxbaton therefore my Lily is in need of some French texts books. Do you stock them?"

"I wasn't expecting that but as a matter of fact I do stock a few copies of those books. We have another client currently enrolled there also so we decided would be a good idea to order in a few copies. I hope this isn't a new trend? Hogwarts is an awfully good school wouldn't want to deprive them of your gifted children."

"I hardly think there is a new trend if you only know of one other client enrolled there, however we are not making it public news about Lily going away to school therefore would I be possible to be shown to the appropriate section promptly," mother said in a forced polite tone, she hated people thinking that we were trendsetters or followed pathetic social trends. It was our business If I wanted to go away to school not the entire wizarding communities business.

"Right this way," the clerk replied completely oblivious to my mother's growing dislike for his presumptuous nature.

"Mother, isn't that the man that works with daddy?" I said, catching a tall blonde man in the section the sales clerk indicated.

"Yes, that's Mr Malfoy, I wonder if the rumours Albus said are true..." Ginny murmured to Lily as she moved towards the man, "Draco, how are you? This must be your delightful son Scorpius. What are you doing back in this section?"

"Ginny, you're looking lovely as usual! Yes this is my son; I don't believe you have had the pleasure of meeting him previously. Is little Lily here getting her school books?"

"Yes, she is starting Beauxbaton Academy in September, so we're looking for her French textbooks back here. I was quite surprised that they even carried them."

"Is she indeed? Well then I guess we should let Scorpius and Lily chat while we discuss Portkeys" Draco said smoothly as he whisked a mildly confused Ginny towards the front of the shop.

Why would they be discussing Portkeys? Nice mum, go off and leave me here with a boy I don't know to look for textbooks. Her "Mum of the year award" is out the window now! Why is the Malfoy boy lifting French textbooks...?

"Hi, I'm Scorpius. I'm guessing these are the books you need, they are the same as the ones I got for first year."

"You go to Beauxbaton? But... But I remember you, getting on the train with Albus in his first year."

"Things change. I attended Hogwarts for a few weeks but it wasn't the place for me, so I left. Let's find our parents and get our books." Scorpius said and I could tell he didn't like to talk about Hogwarts. I understood that feeling, so I changed the conversation.

"OK. So do you like Beauxbaton? I'm very exciting about starting."

We chatted generally about school until we found our parents by the till. Mrs Malfoy had joined them and the three adults were talking pleasantly. I must ask Albus about Scorpius changing school, mum mentioned something about rumours after all. It's not that I'm nosey, it's just I think I've possibly found another English soul who isn't in love with Hogwarts and may understand my decision to go to Beauxbaton. Perhaps we might even be friends. Mother is beckoning; I guess I should go talk to the grownups.

"Lily, Mr Malfoy and his wife have generously invited us to come over on the first of September so you and Scorpius can share a Portkey to the grounds of the Academy, that way you won't be going to school on your own. Isn't that nice of them? Well Draco, Astoria, thank you for your time but we must hurry on, lots to buy for school. See you first of September."

"Goodbye Mr and Mrs Malfoy, Scorpius. Can we go get my uniform now then meet Daddy?"

*~3 hours later~*

"Daddy, what if no wand picks me? What happens then?" I asked nervously as we neared Ollivander's. I didn't really believe that no wand would choose me but I was so different and my brothers got their wands really quickly.

"Darling, don't worry," Dad reassured me, "I had to go through many wands until I found the right one. There is a wand out there for every witch and wizard and we will find yours."

The woodsy smell of the shop overcame me the second we entered the shop and the feeling of magic was incredibly tangible. A layer of dust and magic coated every surface.

"Ah ha, 11 inches supple holly with a phoenix feather core, Harry Potter what can I do for you and your fine family?" Mr Ollivander said in his mysterious voice emerging from the dust and shadows.

"We're here to get Lily her first wand, she starts school in September."

"Hmm you look somewhat like your Grandmother Lily Evans, how about we try a similar wand to hers...101/4 inches willow...how is that?" Mr Ollivander queried.

After over a dozen attempts Lily was starting to lose hope. Maybe I'm not a witch after all, or maybe my wand should be French or...

"I think this is it," Mr Ollivander announced, sounding more certain than any other wand he had suggested prior, "9 1/2 inches willow with a unicorn hair core. This wand is a little stubborn."

As I lifted the wand I could feel my hand warm and as I tried it I had the most glorious success creating a rainbow of light. This was most definitely the wand.

"It doesn't have a twin owned by some Dark Lord does it?" I heard my dad ask Mr Ollivander discreetly when he thought I was still preoccupied with my rainbow but I strained to hear what was being said.

"Actually Mr Potter, this particular wand has a brother wand but not in the same way as yours. The unicorn this particular hair came from is found in many wands, however the willow tree that this wand is made from only gave me enough wood for two wands. It is from the Whomping Willow at Hogwarts. The owner of the other wand poses no threat to your daughter, do not fear Harry Potter, this is the best wand for Lily." Ollivander reassured in his sage voice of wisdom.

As daddy paid for the wand I was deep in thought, how could a wand that is right for me come from Hogwarts if Hogwarts was not right for me? Was going to Beauxbaton some sort of mistake? Despite all my pervious certainties I was suddenly very worried. Daddy was heading for the door, guess it's time to go home to mull over this some more.

"Lily," Mr Ollivander called out assuredly, "Have no fear, you will be a great witch but not in the way everyone will expect. Trust your wand for it holds the secret of your greatest success."

Thanks Mr O, give me some more stuff to think about, great.