Trying!
I wrote something for http://hondagirll.livejournal.com/115949.html.
A Mother's Concern
Not for the first time, did Ginny notice the goofy smile on Lily’s face. Few days back, Ginny would have brushed the whole thing aside, blaming ‘young love’ or ‘infatuation’ until - Harry and she met the said boy.
The boy and his family had moved from eastern Europe and he was a year older than Lily. What bothered her more was this boy was a charmer. He kept on flattering Lily and seemed natural at it. Ginny remembered another boy who was a cajoler and talked his way to his needs. Even after so many years, she shivered at that memory. Her motherly instincts suddenly rose, and she wanted to protect Lily from that boy.
Ginny would’ve hexed anybody who’d have tried to protect her, when she was in school. But she couldn’t let Lily reinvent the wheel - wouldn’t let Lily to pay an expensive price for her mistake.
She thought of asking Harry for help, but soon realised that probably Lily would accuse him of being an overprotective father. So Ginny decided that it had to be her who’d talk to her daughter.
She was a reporter, wasn’t she? She would work her way with words, and moreover Lily was a smart girl and she’d understand.
When both mother and daughter went out for a long walk, the next evening, Ginny told her a story of another boy, who pretended to understand - a sympathiser, a sweet talker, named Tom Riddle. As their feet crunched the crisp grass of April, as the sun sank into the far west, and as the lengths of the shadows changed, Lily seemed to understand.
***
Lily walked towards her parents in King’s Cross station, not caring for her said boyfriend. Ginny raised her eyebrows.
Lily hugged her mother and whispered, “Mum, from our little talk the other day, I deduced, you were trying to tell me that ‘if a rose falls on a thorn or a thorn falls on a rose ultimately the rose suffers’.”
Ginny’s heart swelled with pride as she beamed.