Hate To Love (DISCONTINUED 2021)

Chapter 8 - Cursed?

"I'm telling you dad, I saw her!" He refuses to believe me, 

"That's not possible Lydia, she's dead!" I try to object, but he puts his finger up. 

"I can't believe this! Harry you believe me right?" I look at my brother who was sitting next to my dad at the dinner table. My dad looks at Harry with darkened eyes of anger. "Dad Stop influencing h-" My dad slams his hand on the table with a fist. 

"YOU'RE CRAZY LYDIA, GO TO YOUR ROOM, END OF DISCUSSION!!" My dad points for me to leave. I roll my eyes, and sigh of defeat. I was no longer in the appetite to eat. I went up stairs, and slammed my door. I ran to my bed, and started crying. Dad....or should I say James, would never give me a chance to explain myself. He's sweet most of the time, but when it comes to mom he never lets me talk. I was crying until I fell asleep, and I saw something...

"She's powerful, very powerful. Those two twins are the most powerful in the wizarding world." The voice was raspy and deep. "I understand my Lord, but there's still a possibility we can kill them." That voice sounded familiar...P-Professor Quirrel... He didn't have a stutter. 

"Yes, but it's risky we would have to kill their father first." A huge sword gets raised into the air, I recognized it to be...GODRIC'S SWORD! 

(A//N: Pretend no one every found out about Professor Quirrel until Second Year.)

"LYDIA!!!"

I woke up to my brother shaking me, "DON'T KILL HIM, PLEASE!!!" I realized i was in reality now. I touched my forehead to find I was sweating. Harry stood there by my bed, in shock. I climbed off my bed, and went to go shower. I opened my drawers, and looked for some pants, and an over sized shirt. "What was that...?" I look back at him, and shake my head a little bit stressed. I went into my bathroom, and showered. 

Harry's POV:

Lydia goes into the bathroom, and i hear her turn on the shower. I hadn't seen Lydia that emotional since our mom died. It seemed like she had a dream about someone killing someone? She's got me worried. Dad is still frustrated with her, but I knew if dad didn't believe I would have too, and I do. I'm her brother I'm supposed to help her through her hard times. Mom would be proud...For all I knew Lydia loved mum very much. I looked to the side on her wardrobe. There were multiple picture of her and mum. Even me and mum, but hardly any of dad. I mean she had some pictures of dad, but only one or two. The pictures of mom, looked at me and waved along with my sister when she was younger.I looked under her bed, and saw a box. I know it wasn't right to snoop, but if it wasn't so hidden, maybe it's nothing personal. I grabbed the box from under her bed, and whispered to myself what it said, "Mum's Pictures." It was definite my sister loved our mother dearly. I loved her too, but not as much as Lydia. I opened the box, and saw a bunch of my mum's pictures. I even saw some from when she was younger, but some were with a small boy... Pale skin, short hair...It looked like Professor Snape! But why would mum be with- 

"HARRY!" I looked up, and noticed my sister had come out of the shower. I quickly dropped the picture and stood up. She sighs deeply, sounded as if she was disappointed. 
"What're you doing?" I look around to maybe get a hint on a lie, but I couldn't find anything. "I saw a box under your bed, and I got curious so I opened it and..." She walks towards me looking at the pictures in the box. She bent down, and grabbed the box bringing it to one her wardrobe's. She put it in, and closed it. "I think it's time for a talk..." 

Lydia's POV:

I explained to Harry how our mum was best friends with Professor Snape, until 'THAT' incident happened. He was astonished to hear, our cold professor was actually nice with our mum. Our conversation gets interrupted when we heard a knock at the door. "Come in!" In came a guilty looking father. "Hey Lydia, dear...I'm sorry about dinner, are you hungry?" He entered the room, and in his hand was some food from dinner. "No, I lost my appetite, and it's fine." He nods, and takes the food with him, bu before he closed the door he told me, "Oh and please stop with your crazy nonsense about your mum, she is dead. I know you loved her, but it's the truth." After that he closed the door. I looked at Harry, and he gave me a sympathetic smile along with a hug. I was truly lucky to have such a nice brother.