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Chapter One: Day One: Victoire and Teddy's Wedding: The Dress

I woke up to a water balloon dropping and consequently bursting on my face. No need to ask who did that.

"JAMES SIRIUS POTTER, THIS TIME I AM REALLY GOING TO HAVE TO MURDER YOU!" I yelled, crashing down the stairs at top speed. James was not downstairs, but Albus was doing his homework assignment at the kitchen table.

"Where's James?" I asked.

"The job interview, remember?" Mum called from the kitchen.

"Oh, yeah," I relaxed back into my chair, "Where's Dad?"

"Tinkering with something in the garage."

The doorbell rang.

"Lily, do you mind getting the door?"

"O.K."

I hopped off my perch on the kitchen chair and went to open the door for Dad.

"BOO!"

It was James.

"Jamie, yelling 'boo' when I open the door is not scary!" I said.

"Lilywobbles, guess what?"

He was smiling his knowing smile.

"James, stop pretending to be the Cheshire Cat and get on with it!" I said impatiently.

He waved his wand, and the following letters appeared in the air,

James Sirius Potter, Professor of Transfiguration.

He grinned.

"They told me at the door."

Mum came out of the kitchen.

"What's going on?" she asked, "How did the interview go?"

James fiddled with his tie and said,

"I got the job."

"Oh my goodness! I can't believe this! Let me get your father! Harry! HARRY! I'll go get him, stay right there!"

Mum ran outside. James collapsed into a chair. Mum returned with Dad.

After a few sentimental greetings, Dad took James aside to talk. Albus and I went upstairs using the pretext of packing clothes.

"Shh, I'm trying to listen!" Albus hissed at me.

"... a group of renegade Death Eaters sighted in England," Dad's voice came.

James spoke.

"That's why I took the job, to watch Albus and most importantly, Lily. It's no secret that Bianca wants her badly."

"By the way, who's taken Teddy and Victoire's jobs?"

"Both Teddy and Vicky are staying, they've decided to have their honeymoon in August."

"Ahhh."

I withdrew.

"Death Eaters!" Albus's brilliant green eyes sparkled with excitement.

"KIDS!" Mum yelled from downstairs, " Breakfast is ready!"

"Coming, Mum!"

I put my ear to the door again.

"Hogwarts is adding an-"

"KIDS!"

''We'd better go."

Albus's Hogwarts letter landed directly in his cup of tea. James and I suppressed snickers. Mine landed directly in front of me. I picked it up and opened it. Something fell out onto the floor. Before I could pick it up, James snatched it up quickly.

"James! Give that thing back!"

He hid it behind his back, laughing at my futile attempts to snatch it back.

"I will if you give me the letters you've been hiding."

I pulled out a wad of letters from my pocket, all addressed to Mr. James S. Potter from Ms. Abigail R. Lee.

"Many Thanks, Dear Sister."

"Hand it over."

He gave me the badge.

I nearly dropped it as I recognized the word 'Prefect'.

"Really? For me?"

James grinned, "Put it on so we can see how it looks. Beware, Slytherins!"

Albus and I rolled our eyes as I pinned the badge onto my chest.

"Well, this one is definitely a Gryffindor," James chuckled.

It was true, my hair had grown long and tangly and streaked with red and gold.

"Phone ringing!" Mum yelled from the kitchen. I took out my cellphone, which is red and gold all over, in case you were wondering.

"Hi? Oh, Rosie. Coming. Yeah, twenty minutes. Bye."

I put the phone down, then raced upstairs to get dressed. I chose a my blue denim jacket with some jeans and a plain white shirt. I stuffed my feet in sandals and grabbed the Portkey, which was a button. I was immediately transported to the Burrow.

"Lily! You're here, finally!" Rose punched me in the arm. Rose was one of my favorite cousins, along with her brother Hugo and Victoire's younger sister, Dominique. Rosie is tall, with chocolate brown/ auburn hair, and turquoise eyes. It was a fact that Rose's beauty was second only to Victoire's. Victoire herself was in the kitchen arguing with Grandma Molly, which is not a smart thing to do.

"Grandmére, I want to go to the restaurant and have some modern food. I'm sure the girls do too."

Grandma was firm.

"Why can't you girls have dinner here?"

"Grandmére, I'm 23! I'm legally an adult now!" Victoire stomped her foot childishly.

As usual, Grandma gave in to Victoire.

Victoire pulled us into a Muggle store. It seemed to be filled with white tulle.

"Hello, can I help you?" asked a young woman with dark hair.

"I'm looking a wedding dress for myself, and these four are bridesmaids."

Dominique was fidgeting with her blond hair, a nervous tick of hers.

"Come along this way, " the woman said, dragging us through miles of white dresses.

"Which theme, if any?" The lady asked.

"Fairytale, " Victoire said smugly. We'd been arguing about the theme.

''Try these, " the woman said, plucking random dresses from a rack. Victoire tried on the first one. It was ivory with pink ribbons here and there. The skirt was full and the sleeves were puffed.

"The pink's wrong, Vicky," Dominique said. Dom is the only person with guts enough to call Victoire 'Vicky'.

"It's not flattering," said Roxanne.

"You look like a Disney Princess gone wrong," Rose added.

"One, the ivory is too yellow, Two, the pink is disgusting, Three, the cut's bad," I said.

The next dress, and eight more followed (A/N: I'm too lazy for more descriptions.) We finally found a pure white one with a sweetheart neck and full, tulle skirts with a baby blue sash that complemented Victoire's eyes.

"It's SMASHTASIC, VICKY!" Dominique yelled, bouncing up and down in her seat. Victoire was too happy to correct her sister.

"It's okay," Roxanne grumbled moodily. Roxy hates people looking prettier than her.

"Fairytale magic," sang Rose.

"Couture, " said I with a grin.

The bridesmaid's dresses came next.

"Dom looks all wrong. Her cheekbones jut out too much. She looks wrong in everything,'' Victoire complained.

Dominique's strong build and muscles were restricted by a pale blue dress. Roxanne was posing in midnight blue, Rose in cerulean, and me in turquoise.

"Dominique looks beautiful," I interrupted before another petty argument could break out.

Victoire frowned and paid for the dresses.

We were eating lunch in the small French restaurant Victoire had suggested. I poked at my watery casserole, dreaming of Grandma Molly's soup.

"Lily!" I heard Rose's voice.

"What?" My head snapped up.

"Guess who's here?" Rose giggled.

"James?"

"No."

"Albus?"

"No."

"Hugo."

''Louis, then.''

''No.''

She giggled again. I couldn't see what could be so funny.

''I give up."

"Scorpius Malfoy.''

I looked up, surprised.

"Smug as ever, I see, Potter?" asked a snakey, familiar voice.

Enter Scorpius Malfoy, the coldest snake in Slytherin.

"Hey, Malfoy," Rose said, barely keeping her cool. I noticed that her cheeks were flushed and that her ears were slightly pink.

One chappie done! Hint of Scose in there! HAPPY HALLOWEEN.

SMUG AS EVER, I SEE, POTTER.