I Love You, Lily (A Scorily Fanfiction) -COMPLETED-

Owls (Lily's POV)

This can't be happening, I thought to myself as I stared nervously out the window. It can't seriously be happening. Maybe I just misunderstood Dad. Maybe he said something else. Something that rhymed with Triwizard Tournament?

Nope. No, I'd definitely heard him, and it was so mentally unfair that I wanted to scream. The Triwizard Tournament was supposed to happen when I was old enough to enter! I was almost fifteen. Just two more years! Was that really too much to ask?

And, of course, James wasn't in school anymore. He'd be angry, too. Only Albus was old enough to enter. It wasn't fair.

It wasn't so much that I wanted to be heroic, or anything. It was more that I wanted the thousand Galleons that Tournament winners got. I wanted it so desperately badly!

Dad was rich, of course. The richest wizard alive, in fact. People seemed anxious to shell out money to him. But he insisted that his children earn any pocket money they wanted by themselves, and aside from spectacular Quidditch skills, I didn't have many ways to earn money. You can't get people to pay you for Quidditch until you're out of school. Last year I'd tried out for the Holyhead Harpies' team, and the captain (my mum) told me that while I'd have a place on the team when I left school, I had to finish my education first.

She'd bought me a Golden Arrow 3000 racing broom as compensation, but what I really wanted was to start a multi-purpose store in Hogsmeade or Diagon Alley, and write books on the side. My family lived in Hogsmeade, so that was my first choice for a location. The town joke was that Hogsmeade should be re-named "Weasleyton." Over half the population was my family.

My grandparents, Grandma and Grandpa Weasley, lived in a small but comfortable house on the outskirts of the town, near where mum and dad's house was.

My Uncle Bill, Aunt Fleur, and their children Dominique and Louis lived in a large, spacious house near the center of the town, where Uncle George and Aunt Katie lived as well with my cousins, Fred, who was a nightmare, and Roxanne, who was just exactly my age, but was friends with a different sort of crowd than the one I knocked about with. My elder cousin Victoire was married and living quite close by, actually. Victoire and her husband (dad's godson Teddy Lupin) lived in the apartment in mum and dad's basement with their baby daughter Apolline (or Polly). 

My Uncle Percy was the only one who didn't live directly in the village. His house was huge, a mansion of marble just beyond Grandma and Grandpa Weasley's house. He lived in it with his wife, Aunt Penelope, and their twin girls, Molly and Lucy. They were one year below me, in their third year.

My Uncle Charlie lived in a little cottage right next to our house, which was nicknamed "The Haunted Mansion," and was closer to Hogwarts than any other house in the village. It used to be called the Shrieking Shack, and why Dad bought it was beyond me, but he'd fixed it up loads and it was now a five-story mansion.

Why did Dad need to live so close to Hogwarts?

He was the Headmaster.

It was loads of fun living so close to Hogwarts, especially in the summertime. All the cousins practically lived in the old stone castle. We got to use the Quidditch Pitch, try foods from the kitchen, and plan pranks for when the Slytherins came back to school.

But just that morning my insider's privileges had given me some nasty news- the news about the Triwizard Tournament. Don't ask me how I found out. All I'll say is that there are secret passageways all over Hogwarts, and from my lifetime of research I'd discovered that one led right up to what I thought was a dead end until I saw the tiny knothole, peered through, and saw Dad's study.

No one knew more about Hogwarts than me. Not even dad. It was me that found the Room of Requirement and showed it to my best friend- but my best friend only. She's my cousin Rose.

Rose, her brother Hugo, and their mum and dad, Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione, lived in a beautiful villa just next door to my house, and it was to their house that I now prepared to go, turning away from the window with a sigh.

I didn't see all the owls swooping around town, but it I had, I would have stayed at the window longer.