Lily has always, in some ways, been happy to go back to Hogwarts when term begins again. She misses Hogwarts, misses her friends, misses magic, misses that whole ever-more-significant piece of her life ( Read more... )

The last day of term passes very pleasantly. Even at NEWT level, most of the teachers don't expect too much attention from students the day before Christmas Break. Dinner is cheerfully noisy, spirits are high, and everyone is talking about holiday plans. Slughorn's party is a giddy whirl of lights and music and mistletoe and James. Afterwards, ( Read more... )

Harry's package is a small, flat, square-shaped box. Inside is a silver-colored metal Christmas ornament, in the shape of a stag. There's a card as well.

Dear Harry ( Read more... )

Lily was right there when it all happened -- and she was present for the very detailed recap in Professor Sprout's office -- and she still can't quite actually believe it. It was like something out of a farce ( Read more... )

There's is still a part of her that wants to go to Dumbledore and tell him everything.

There's even a part of her that thinks (or maybe knows) that that is exactly what she should do ( Read more... )

Techinically speaking, the top of the Clock Tower is off limits to students.

Then again, technically Lily is a prefect, which means that those kinds of rules don't exactly apply. Sort of.

But there is probably something at least a little hypocritical about telling off a pair of Ravenclaw fifth years for doing something that is exactly the ( Read more... )

It has been what must be considered a perfectly lovely weekend. And even the prospect of having to return to classes in the morning can't dim anyone's good mood this evening ( Read more... )

There's another faint burst of giggling from the stacks to her left, and Lily looks up from her essay (two rolls of parchment on the effect of the stage of the moon on medicinal potions), again, annoyed ( Read more... )

Lily, brushing her hair Monday morning, stops, focuses on her reflection in the mirror, and smiles.

It's one of those rare, lovely days when her hair falls exactly as it's supposed to, the way neither mechanical or magical means can ever quite achieve. It just has to happen. And it has ( Read more... )

Lily's been to a lot of Professor Slughorn's "little supper parties" over the last couple years, but this has been one for the books ( Read more... )