Hogwarts Life as Ash Potter (A Harry Potter/George Weasley/Remus Lupin FF)

James Potter  P.O.V.

My mate officially screwed up. Lily's the only girl who is so flawless and again reckless and that's why I love her. And the thing is, she now also loves me. She's the love of my life and by taking the advices her friends gave me, I became a little more mature and that's when we started to have serious conversations. We became sort of best friends and then I kissed her. From this came that and I was about to propose when she told me what one of my mates had done. I'm gonna get him for it. MY Lily is pregnant, but with HIS baby. I'll keep up and treat the baby like she's mine. But how could he? I sigh and let it go. I then pull my future wife in my arms.

Lily Evans-Potter P.O.V.

I just told James and I know he's angry. It's not strange, I mean he should be. I would be almost offended if he wasn't, but it was also my choice. It was stupid and although I thought I loved him when we did it I guess it would've all turned out better if we didn't. Now I'm pregnant and not with the man I love but with one of his friends. I see James struggling to keep his anger in and then he pulls me into a hug. When he lets go he kneels. My man. 'Lily, will you be my future wife and make me the happiest man on earth?' He proposed! I nod and kiss him. Wow, I'm engaged. I know Petunia has been married to a fat rich man but we didn't keep contact. I sigh but push the thought out of my head. What's done is done. I am happy. I am engaged! But what are we doing with the little girl?

Ashley (Ash)

Yup, you're right. I know my first name. And that's it. I'm living together with this family now, but it's not going to take long or I'll be send back to the orphanage again. This family doesn't abuse me but strange things happen around me, and I'm not exactly the girly girl people want. So I guess they'll give up on me sooner or later. And I think that moment has come because I'm sitting at the dinner table facing my 'parents'. My foster father is looking at me with a stern face and my adoptive mother with a hurt one. Yup. The moment has come.

The mum starts off 'Look Ashley, we really got to know you over the past month.' I nod just to make her happy. They don't know me for a small bit. The father ends up. 'But we think you will be happier in another family than this one. We will get you back in 2 hours. Please go and pack.' I nod. I actually  am kind of happy. I didn't even dare to pull pranks at these people after the reaction of the father when I once did. 

I walk upstairs and enter my room, which is not even full. It's more empty. I get the usual bag and first pack my clothes and hide my sketching book inside there. It's kind of my secret, drawing. Whenever I made a friend somewhere I would draw him or her and if I was down for a second I could get it out and feel better by looking at them. When that's packed I also pack my toilet stuff and extra stuff. Realization hit me, tomorrow I'll turn 11. Already happy birthday. Note the sarcasm.

I sigh and put even more stuff  and still my bag has plenty of room left. I still have a lot of time left so I get my sketch book out and start to draw. I always imagine my father and mother being happy and I imagine how it could've been. I draw the oldest memory I have and it's actually a scary one. We're outside a well conserved house with a lot of flowers which makes it look very welcome. 

I'm sitting on mum's lap and see 4 men also sitting and joking around. One black haired, one brown haired, one ginger and one guy who stands out of the group and is just... strange. From seeing the memory now I think it's New Year's Eve because they cheer but then the moon appears. It had been behind clouds all night but not anymore. 'Lily, run!'  Black haired and brownhaired yelled while the ginger was changing into a werewolf. Strange boy was just glaring.

After all, when I think back of it I think it was a nightmare, but I'm not sure. After all the drawing ends up pretty good but when I hear someone nearing my door I fastly put the book in my bag again. The door opens and there I saw the mother with puffy eyes. Someone had obviously been crying. 'It's time.' She says. I nod, get my stuff and get my ass downstairs. She wants to give me a hug and I accept it, but I don't hug back. I put my stuff in the car, wave at the woman one more time and sit down at the back seat of the car which the father is driving. 

When we arrive at the orphanage and the man had signed me out it was kind of awkward. 'Bye.' I said. He nodded, and with that he left. Always fun to have an interesting conversation. I look at Brooke who is staring at me with a glance. 'Long not seen, Ash. This is the best you've done in ages.' I nod, that's true. My longest though was 4 months but that was with Jason. He abused me, and I still have got nightmares. He was creepy, I knew it from the start.

Brooke lead me to my room.  In the few years that this was my 'base' orphanage I did change rooms sometimes but after 2 years Brooke made sure to always have this room clear. Brooke is an amazing person and the owner of the orphanage. If just all people were like her... I got my stuff and put them in their usual places and got my sketch book out again. I was finishing up the details but it's getting dark so I put my stuff away and fall asleep immediately. This orphanage has always gotten a safe aura and I immediately felt good when entering it. That's just me. My last thought before I fall asleep is that tomorrow is my birthday. I fall asleep with a creepy, scary smile plastered on my face.

'Oh, my dear, dear Ashley is waking up. I've missed you a lot.' Is this a nightmare? I hope it is. I recognize Jason's voice. Shit. A hand slaps me. 'Wake up, you little prat.' I open my eyes and look right in his scary creepy face. 'Okay, this is what we do. That little friend of you is probably now calling the police. So you need to start moving. NOW!' The last part he yelled after seeing me not even trying to do something. 'CRUCIO!' He yelled. It felt like all my limbs were pulled out of eachother and that I was devided. But I would never scream, that would make him happy. 

I don't know what it was, but he stopped. 'Are you going to move, or do I have to let you?' This time I jumped out of my bed and started to pack immediately. 'CRUCIO!' This one didn't last long. 'What did I say? HURRY!' I packed all my stuff and when he wasn't really paying attention I also added my book. When we ran out of the door (it was basically him running and pulling me with him) we saw a police officer. One. I heard Jason pull the triggor of his gun and the police officer fell down, immediately dead.