Magic | Lily Potter x Draco Malfoy

2 | The Truth

LILY

The Great Hall is bustling with students and filled with noise as I enter it. I make my way towards the Gryffindor table, where Hermione, Harry, Ginny and Ron are already sitting. Ron, of course, is already stuffing his face with breakfast. He sort of grunts when I sit down in the space next to him, which I take as 'Good morning'. 

Hermione nudges Ron to stop eating and clears her throat. "Good morning, Lily," she says.

I take it from her tone of voice that there's something bothering her. "What's wrong, Hermione?" I ask. 

"Well . . . well I was thinking about it last night, and now I can't get it out of my head . . . "

(What?)

" . . . I mean, I've been thinking about it for months now, but . . . this is really big, and I still can't believe I never realized it before . . . I suppose now that you're older it's more evident ―"

"Hermione, stop!" I cut her off. I have never been more confused in my life. Actually, that's not true, but it adds dramatic effect. You know? "What the bloody hell are you on about?" 

She sighs anxiously. "Well, I just . . . I found out that . . . you and Harry are . . . are . . ."

"What, Hermione?" Harry says, getting agitated. "Lily and I are what?" 

"Siblings!" Hermione bursts out. 

"What?!" Harry and I say at the same time, looking at each other. 

"Hermione, there's no way!" I say doubtfully. 

"Yeah, are you mental?" Harry exclaims. 

"No, I'm not. I'm really not." Hermione says seriously. "Listen, please just hear me out, will you?" 

Harry and I sigh reluctantly. 

"Yeah, go on," Harry says. 

"Thank you. First off: Harry, your parents were . . . well, you know. You went to live with the Dursleys, then Hagrid brought you to Hogwarts and you've nearly died . . . what, is it four times now? My point is that you have a knack for causing trouble like your dad. Also, you're the best seeker on the Quidditch team ― just like your dad." 

Hermione pauses to take a breath. 

"Anyways . . . you've been told many, many times that you look exactly like your father but you have your mother's eyes. Your mum's name was Lily." Hermione says, looking at me. 

In fact, Ron, Ginny and Harry are all looking at me. Ugh. I hate attention, even when it's from my own friends.

"And . . . there's more. Lily, no one knows what happened to your parents, because you were sent to an orphanage at a very young age, and you lived there until you were eleven, when you got your letter and came to Hogwarts. You are a peacemaker, you can't stand arguments, you have red hair, and  your name is Lily. Just like Harry's mum." 

"But you don't have her eyes. You have Harry's dad's eyes. Which means, if I am correct ― which I most likely am ― you are Harry's sister." Hermione finishes proudly. 

There is awkward silence for a few moments.

"Bloody hell." Ron says finally.

"That's . . . actually kind of scary. I mean, to think that Lily's been my sister all this time . . . and none of us ever even realized . . . and . . . " Harry looks dazed at the thought of us being related. "So . . . I guess you also got Dad's Quidditch genes, then?"

I play Chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and I'm really good. I don't have a big ego, it's just that everyone tells me that. So I believe it.

"Yeah. So . . . that means my parents were also killed. And there's no chance of finding them. Because they're dead." I say sadly, staring at my plate. 

"Hey, it's okay, sis," Harry says from across the table, smiling at me. "I was kind of . . . depressed when I found out too. But at least now we have each other, right? And Sirius, too!" 

I smile back. "Yeah," I say. "Yeah, we do." 

Hermione looks very happy with herself. Ginny looks positively overjoyed, probably because now she has less competition with Harry. And Ron . . . 

Ron has gone back to stuffing his face. 

That boy, I'm telling you.