Lily Potter Jr Novels & Stories

"It's Sparky. He told me the hugging bear is his present to us. He'll get mad if I don't take good care of it. "Janice will be in the dark room forever because she didn't take good care of the hugging bear." My heart sank when I heard that. "Did you see Sparky today again?" "Yes, I did!" Lily was focused on rubbing the hugging bear's ear when she replied to me, "We played hide-and-seek during naptime again this afternoon." I immediately logged into the kindergarten's security cameras when I heard her reply. Everyone was sleeping peacefully in their beds during naptime today. Lily was the only one who suddenly sat up in bed the moment the teacher turned away. She looked at the camera with an

Lilly sat up, rubbing the phantom sensation on her ring finger that had become a constant companion. "Three petals, one stem," she murmured, the phrase surfacing from her fading dream. "Unity born of diversity." A soft knock at her door preceded her mother's entrance. Luna Harmony carried a small tray with tea and toast, her expression a mixture of concern and affection. "Good morning, sweetheart. How did you sleep?" Luna asked, setting the tray beside the Moon Rose. "Deeply," Lilly replied, accepting the cup of tea with gratitude. "I had dreams, but they're fading now. Something about the three of us... and shadows."

he asked, turning his gaze back to the little girl, his voice soft and encouraging. Lily stretched out her small arm with care, clutching her teddy bear tighter with the other, as if that simple hug held all the comfort she needed. “First, we’ll set up the ‘magic portal,’” Vincenzo explained, holding up the catheter. “It’s the tunnel that’ll let the courage potion flow right into you, making you even stronger.” Lily let out a soft giggle, and for a moment, her fear hid behind the whimsical world Vincenzo crafted for her.

"It sure is, sweetheart. But let’s try not to get it all over the floor, okay?" She grinned mischievously, then picked up her rubber duck and held it up dramatically. "Sir Quacksalot is on a mission! He must save the princess from the evil sea monster!" I chuckled, shaking my head. "Oh no, not the sea monster again! Where did it come from this time?" Lily’s eyes widened as she pointed to a floating shampoo bottle. "It lives in the deep, dark ocean and steals all the bubbles!" "Well, we can’t let that happen, can we?" I dipped my hand into the water and swirled it around, creating more bubbles. "Here, Sir Quacksalot, take these magical bubbles and defeat the monster!"

Davis waves at us. "Well, don't you all look nice. Help yourself to the brownies I've just made." The thought of eating more chocolate sounds excellent. So, I help myself to a small slice. "Dad, I wanted to show Lily the movie." His eyes get big as they have a conversation with their eyes. Jeremy's dad puts a DVD in, and on the screen pops up pictures of us and all the things we've done together as a couple. A little song plays in the background as the slides continue.

“I see us here. I see Lily rolling her eyes at us when she’s sixteen. I see you're still burning toast. I see myself still sewing at midnight sometimes. I see us.” He looked at me then. Really looked. “Good,” he said. “Because I do too.” The next morning Lily woke us up by jumping on the bed. She had her sketchbook and a new idea. “Mama, can we make clothes for kids who are scared? Like, pajamas with pockets for brave rocks?” James and I looked at each other over her head. “Yeah, kiddo,” I said. “We can do that.”

" You've changed. But I can't figure out how but you've changed. And I like it. Really, I like it. Fannie said as he was holding his Cinderella close to his tough body. "And you Sir have changed too. You no longer that grumpy bear you used to be a while ago. "A grumpy bear? He creased his eyebrows questioningly as they were looking at each other.They both laughed and remembered how things used to be so sour between them.

Just a child, trusting the grown-up who cared for her. “Lily,” I lean in closer. “Do you miss her?” Lily considers my question. “Sometimes. She gave me chocolate, toy, new beautiful clothes, and everything what I want.” Greta’s expression softens, perhaps jealous. “I can also give you everything you want.” Lily grins. “I know.” Later an hour, Maya teaches Lily a clapping game. They sit facing each other, hands moving in a rhythm that doesn’t quite make sense. Lily bursts into laughter when she misses her timing and tries again.

“I don’t want to be that man anymore.” “You’re not.” I lean one hip against the counter. “But you’re overcorrecting.” Tiny feet slap against the tile, and Lily bursts into the kitchen in her unicorn pajamas, hair sticking up in every direction. “Daddy, will you make elephant pancakes?” Brett’s whole face changes, shoulders loosening, mouth lifting. “Of course, princess.” He grabs the mixing bowl without looking away from her. “Go wash your hands.” As she scampers off toward the sink, I watch the easy smile fade from his face. “You’re different from her.”

Ar just won't survive it. With these thoughts, Lily picked up the bucket left by the well and, without hurrying, brought it into the house. The first thing she did when she stepped inside was to drag an empty chest up against the wooden panel of the door. Cooking was the next challenge. There was a heavy cast-iron pot by the fireplace. Pouring grits, Lily cooked a kind of soup instead of porridge, overdoing it with water. Nothing, it's even better, you don't have to choke on dry food.