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Intuitive by Lily Potter2

Format: Short story
Chapters: 2
Word Count: 3,638
Status: WIP

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Contains Spoilers

Genres: General, Humor, Romance
Characters: Harry, Teddy, Scorpius, Albus, James (II), Lily (II), Hugo, Rose, Victoire, OC
Pairings: Lily/OC, Harry/Ginny, Rose/Scorpius, Teddy/Victoire, James/OC

First Published: 04/19/2010
Last Chapter: 04/28/2010
Last Updated: 04/28/2010

Intuitive: Able to know or understand something based on feeling rather than fact.

Or just looking at things…

At least, that's what Lily thinks, she's always been told she's intuitive and as a result has become her entire family's relationship advisor, but when your managing your entire family's love lives - and especially when your family's as big as this, it can become a full time job. And Lily's about to find out that things aren't always as simple as they appear...

Chapter 1: Prologue
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OK, this is actually a story about Lily, even though the prologue does seem to be about Teddy, bear with me and read on, it will make sense... probably...

Teddy’s breath came out in icy puffs as he sat on the red brick wall just outside the doorway of the burrow. It was one of the regular Weasley family togethers and as he sat on the freezing wall he could still hear the sounds of chatter and laughter, as well as the warm glow of light coming from the slightly open door.

It might seem strange, that he would alienate himself from the family which had accepted him so whole-heartedly, but he was in an odd mood and this was due, in no small part, to a rather heated discussion he’d had earlier with one Victoire Weasley.

Ever since they’d kissed on the platform of nine and three quarters, things had been awkward between them. That kiss had been sudden and unexpected and impulsive, and the result of so many feelings and complications bubbling under the surface of their supposedly platonic friendship. And then she’d boarded the train, and had gone to Hogwarts, leaving him wondering whether it had even really happened.

Eventually, she had written to him. And he’d written back, but the thing was neither of these letters really addressed the problem, as their tone had been light and friendly, as if they were skirting round each other, something they’d never had to do with each other in their lives. Everything was too polite, too courteous for two people who had basically grown up together. They were both avoiding the subject of the kiss and everything it entailed, it had become this great taboo subject with them, so it was only a matter of time, really, till someone would blow up.

That someone was Victoire.

She had turned to him earlier that evening when they had been left alone, and said to him, quite calmly: “We need to talk.”

And Teddy had said, “Do we?”

She had rolled her eyes and started talking. She’d brought up the kiss and, even when Teddy started shifting uncomfortably, she had kept going. She’d talked about everything they needed to talk about and when she sat back and looked at him expectantly, he knew that this was his chance. The girl he wanted so much was so near, his face inches from hers; it felt like his whole life had come down to this one moment, one second.

So it was only natural that he would mess it up.

And he had, spectacularly so. She had started yelling at him, and he had started yelling back and before they knew it, they were standing opposite each other, chests heaving and having to pretend that everything was normal because Molly had just come in with the vol au vents.

He sighed. He had felt like he was a prat plenty of times in his life, but never quite like this.

And, by then, the last thing he’d wanted to do was go to the event that was going on just metres away from him, where Victoire was probably, even now, sailing on a wave of cool anger, perfectly composed.

As he sucked in a breath of icy air, the door creaked and a small, slight figure with long, wavy, red hair appeared.

“Hey Lily-bud.” said Teddy.

“Hello,” she said. “I wondered where you’d got to.”

Teddy, for the first time that evening, managed a small smile. He’d always had a soft spot for Lily. He remembered the first time he’d seen her. He’d been ten when she was born and, when she was just a few weeks old, Harry offered to let him hold her. He’d warily agreed, after ascertaining that he was very unlikely to drop her. As he’d held her - she was a tiny little thing, swathed in too many blankets with a tuft of red hair already sprouting on her head - she’d woken up and, instead of crying, as he’d thought she would, she looked at him with bright blue eyes, which were surely too intelligent for a new-born baby, and made a small ‘O’ with her mouth. She’d been staring at him or, more precisely, staring at his hair, which was a bright turquoise. He grinned and changed it to scarlet. She let out a little gurgle, which sounded happy to him. He’d shifted her in his arms and she’d grabbed hold of his finger, when she’d promptly tried to put it in her mouth.

Harry took her, saying that she seemed to have an obsession with doing that, and it was just her way of telling you she liked you. Even though it was the sort of spiel that everyone spouted off when their child did something odd, Teddy believed him, he had a feeling that Lily Potter did indeed like him.

They’d always been close and, although he felt like all the Weasley/Potters were his family, he’d always thought of Lily as his closest little sister.

Lily remembered Teddy as a constant feature of her childhood, she had grown up with him nearly always there, and so had reason to think she knew him quite well. So she thought she had a pretty good idea of what might be ailing him.

After a long pause, he said, “Well, I’m right here.”

Lily hopped up on the wall next to him, her legs dangling just short of the ground and they sat in silence for a while.

Teddy felt touched that Lily had come to look for him, despite constant reassurances from the Potter/Weasleys that he was definitely part of their family, he had brief moments where he would look around at them and wonder if he truly belonged. The wind picked up, and Teddy remained staring straight ahead, lost in thought.

“You should talk to Victoire.”

Teddy turned to Lily in astonishment, and found her staring out in front of her until he looked at her and her keen blue eyes turned on him.

“How did you-”

“Teddy,” Lily cut him off, managing to sound suitably exasperated. “Everyone knows.”

“I don’t-”

“Alright,” Lily amended. “Not everyone. Some of our family have difficulty seeing what’s right in front of their nose, but still, it’s incredibly obvious.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean this, Teddy. You and Victoire.”

“What about me and Victoire?” said Teddy, shrugging.

“I mean that you’re sitting out here looking miserable, and Victoire is walking round in there looking miserable and it’s completely ridiculous because if you two could just be honest with each other, then you could be a lot happier.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“It is, though. Right now you’re both sad and you could make each other happy, so why don’t you?”

Teddy paused for a second. As Lily explained it all, through a nine year old’s simplistic sense of the world, it all seemed to make so much sense.

“Lily, it’s…”

“Do you love her?”

Teddy turned to Lily in surprise. “Lily I-”

“What? It’s a simple question, and don’t try and tell me it isn’t.” she said firmly.

Teddy had denied this for so long, to his friends, his family, Victoire, even himself, that he wasn’t quite sure what made him finally admit it to Lily Potter. But he did. “Yes, all right? Yes I do. And you know what? It doesn’t make the slightest bit of difference because there’s no way, after the complete idiot I’ve been, she will ever feel the same way so, no, you’re not right actually, it really isn’t that simple.”

For some reason, Lily’s face was now covered in a wide grin. “Actually Teddy,” she said, smugness now creeping into her voice. “I think you’ll find it is.”

As she said this, Victoire stepped gracefully around the door.

Teddy simply stared at her. “What are you doing here?”

“Don’t ask me. Lily dragged me out here telling me she had something she needed to show me.”

Teddy turned to the spot where Lily had been sitting, intending to shoot her a glare, or possibly thank her, he wasn’t quite sure, only to find that she had slid off the wall, and he only caught a flash of long red hair disappearing round the door.

“Is it true?” Victoire asked, and Teddy’s attention snapped right back to her.

He swallowed. Now was it, now was the moment, who knew he’d get a second chance? And maybe, like Lily said, it really was as simple as saying: “Yes.”

So he did.

And then he got off the wall, walked over to Victoire and said, “It’s always been you, Victoire.” Or some other such line you could only really pull off in a film. But the next moment he didn’t care, because her arms were wrapped around him and she was kissing him, finally, again.

Eventually she pulled back from him. “That was incredibly cheesy, you know.”

He grinned, “I’ll work on it.”

“You’d better, Teddy Lupin, because, boy, have you got a lot of making up to do.”

Teddy had a feeling he was going to enjoy that.

A few hours later, when he could actually think about anything other than Victoire, another thought filtered through his haze of happiness.

He wasn’t certain, but he was pretty sure his life had just been sorted out by a nine year old girl.

But then, she was a special girl, that Lily Potter.

Chapter 2: Do you want her to break up with you?
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I’ve always been told I’m intuitive.

When I was younger I overheard my mum and dad talking and they used that word: intuitive. I didn’t know what it meant but I soon learnt. That’s another thing. I’m curious.

I remember that some people would shake their heads at me and look at me like I was in some way amazing when I said something. I remember once, James telling me that he didn’t know how I knew all I did. But the thing is, how I knew it, it was so simple. I looked.

I read people’s expressions, saw how they acted around different people, and wondered how no one else could see it, because a lot of it, for me, was so obvious it was virtually screaming.

Take Teddy and Victoire, for example. They were friends for a long time and virtually grew up together and then, suddenly, I noticed slight changes in their behaviour. How Teddy would watch Victoire when he thought no one was looking. How Victoire would always glance around the room, her eyes searching, and how they would rest on him, the person she was clearly looking for all along.

And yet, I was the only one who noticed this. Most of my family were pleased when they got together, but there was a moment there when I wondered what the big deal was, after all, it had been going to happen all along.

That’s how I garnered my reputation, my reputation of knowing things. Recently I’d been starting to wonder if that was necessarily a good thing, after all, my family now all came to me when they were having problems. I had joked to my friends that I was kind of like a relationship guidance counsellor, but it was actually starting to feel like that. And when your juggling your whole family’s love lives - especially with a family as big as mine - it can be a full-time job.


I was lying on my bed, staring up at the ceiling when Albus burst in.

“Lily!” he said, breathlessly.

I sat up, letting down my long wavy hair from the loose ponytail it was in and looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “Have you even heard of knocking?”

“Sure I have, I even tried it once, wasn’t for me, anyway, I need your help.”

I sighed. “What with?”

“I need to get a present for Leanne.”

“Right,” I said. “When’s her birthday?”

“Last Friday.”


“I forgot, OK, it’s not a crime!”

“Yes, it is, Albus, forgetting your girlfriends birthday - who you have been going out with for over a year - is a very big crime.”

“Look, are you just going to tell me off or are you going to help me?”

I glared at him, he glared back. I glared harder and he glared harder still. My lips twitched, before I burst out laughing, “You look like a prune!” I exclaimed through my sudden fit of laughter.

“Too bad when you glare you just look scary, huh?” he said sitting on my bed and shoving me over.

“Is that really the way to persuade me to help you, Albus?”

“I’m sorry,” he said. He flung himself off the bed and knelt down on the floor. “Oh dear, sweet sister of mine, won’t you help your brother in need?”

“All right, all right,” I said, hitting him round the head lightly. He groaned and clutched his head comically as he pulled out my desk chair and sat on it.

“All right,” I said. “what were you thinking of getting her?”


After an hour of discussing ideas we were pretty much out of options, what with me shooting down Albus’ suggestions (A pen - ‘Too boring’. A diet plan - ‘Do you want her to break up with you?’. And, in a slightly insane moment, a light sabre) and him dismissing my suggestions of flowers, jewellery and make-up as ‘too cliché’.

“Well, Merlin, Albus, don’t you have any idea what she’d like?”

“Well, I don’t know. I want to get her something different, something unique.”

“What, like a light sabre?”

“For the last time, it was a joke!”

“Sure it was, Albus, sure it was.”

We sat in silence for a moment, mulling over ideas. “How about something a bit more personal?” I said. “Like you could make her something?”

“That’s not a bad idea… I could…” Albus got up, and, muttering to himself, walked out the room. I sighed and laid back on my bed. I closed my eyes briefly before getting out a piece of parchment and a quill, dipping it in ink and starting a letter.


Hey, how are you? Hope things get better with your mum soon. Here my family is manic as usual, Albus has taken himself off to his room to make a present for his girlfriend and there are now strange noises coming from it…

Grandpa has decided that ‘we do not spend enough time as a family’ and so we’re going on a ‘family outing’ later, that should be fun (Merlin, it’s hard to be sarcastic in a letter - you probably got that anyway.) Not to sound bitter or anything, cause, hey, I love my family and all but we definitely spend enough time as a family, as well as the fact that the last time my grandpa organised an outing he took us to a muggle steam train museum.

Back to school soon, I haven’t even started on Binns’ holiday homework yet… or any of the others either… do teachers think we have nothing better to do with our time than homework?

Oh dear, I’m pretty sure I just heard an explosion from Al’s room so I’ll send this with Speckled Egg now (and shut up about the name because for the billionth time I was eleven and I can’t change it because she responds to it now).

I’ll see you soon, write back.


I finished the letter to Charlie and watched as my owl flew away across the sky. I was rubbish at keeping up correspondences, but better with Charlie because he actually called me on it. He’d been my friend the longest, since first year and, out of all my friends, he was probably my closest.

I leapt off the bed and went along the hall to Al’s room. The door was closed, I considered barging in there as revenge for earlier but I had learnt through some rather embarrassing encounters with James, that barging into elder brothers’ rooms is not always a good idea.

“Albus?” I called through the door. “What are you doing in there?”

A muffled “Come in,” was heard through the door. With a little trepidation, I pushed open his door. The first thing that hit me was the smoke, the heavy, acrid smell overwhelmed me for a second before it cleared and I was faced with the sight of Albus, looking every inch the mad professor, in goggles beaming at me and holding up something in his hand.

I coughed. “Albus,” I said slowly, about to ask him what the hell he’d been doing in her, when I saw the object he was holding out to me.

In his hand was a wind chime, sort of. There was a branch upon which perched three silver birds, clearly moulded from some sort of metal and enchanted to move when the wind rustled through the beads hanging underneath it. As they moved they also sang what seemed to me to be truly beautiful music.

“Do you think she’ll like it?” asked Albus, looking nervous. “She loves ornaments and stuff like that, and always wants them to be unique and she was saying how her wind chime broke so…” he trailed off, looking uncertain.

I could have cried, although I don’t know whether this was because of the surprisingly sweet gift Albus had made for Leanne or the smoke which was stinging my eyes.

“I think she’ll love it,” I answered honestly. I coughed again, “Now, I’m going to get out of here before I choke to death.”


“Right,” said Grandpa enthusiastically. “Is everyone ready?”

There was a murmur of much less enthusiastic assent. It wasn’t that I didn’t love my family and want to spend time with them, and it was nice that our grandparents organised these get togethers…

But, I’m sorry, camping?

Not just camping, as Grandpa assured us earlier, but entirely muggle camping, with no magic whatsoever.


This also meant that we would have to spend two days with each other. I mean don’t get me wrong, as I’ve said my family is great.

Just in small doses.

After his suggestion had been met with something approaching dread, he had launched in to a tale of how much fun it had been when they had gone to the Ireland-Bulgaria quidditch world cup and they had camped out in the muggle way, at this my dad had looked amused and Uncle George had been standing behind him pulling faces of horror and shaking his head dramatically.

Yet, despite all this, everyone was being dragged along. Even Uncle Ron who had muttered something about he’d had enough of bloody camping to last him a lifetime and if he never saw a tent again it’d be too soon, although both Aunt Hermione and my dad had looked sympathetic and not entirely thrilled about it themselves, neither had raised protests once they’d seen how excited Grandpa was about this.

“Wait a second,” I said, raising my voice above the hubbub. “Where’s Rose?”

Everyone looked around and Uncle George jokingly started doing a headcount.

“Ah,” said Grandpa. “She’s upstairs, she said she had to do something before we set off. I told her about the trip earlier.”

Great, I thought, she’s probably run for the hills then.

“I’ll go get her,” I said. Uncle Ron, Aunt Hermione, Rose and Hugo had been staying at Grandpa and Grandma’s for a few days whilst they were restoring their house after a prank pulled by Hugo and James had gone badly, badly wrong. As in, hole-in-the-roof-and-burst-pipes-which-cant-be-repaired-by-magic wrong.

I hurried upstairs and was about to knock on Rose’s door when I heard her giggle. Rose never giggled.

Then I heard a male voice. It took about five seconds for me to work it out.

Biting my lip to keep myself from laughing, I rapped my knuckles sharply on the door.

“Just a second,” came Rose’s panicking voice through the door. I heard someone moving and pillows and duvets being thrown to the floor. “Alright,” she said. “Come in.”

I opened the door and said, “You’d better come down now, Rose, we’re getting ready to set off.”

“OK,” she said. “I’ll be right down. Just,” she ran a hand through her hair. “Um, give me a second.”

“Sure,” I said, and went to turn around, but turned back at the last minute and said, as though it was an afterthought, “Oh, and if Uncle Ron finds Scorpius in here he’s going to kill you so he’d better go out the window.” I smiled sweetly at her shocked expression and even more so when Scorpius’ blond head emerged from under the bed.

“Hey Lily,” he said.


Rose looked like she wanted to kick him, or me, I wasn’t sure, so I beat a hasty retreat.

“Is she coming?” asked Hermione as I came back down, biting back an inappropriate retort to that, I nodded and said:

“Yeah, she’s just finishing off what she had to do.”

I felt sure my aunt had caught the twitch in my lips as I said that, but she turned away. I breathed a sigh of relief.

Wow, I thought, talk about a full-time job.