Roses and Lillies

Letters and Lillies

Chapter Two // Lily

December 1, 2018

It wasn't my fault I woke up in a bad mood; I had another nightmare. It was worse than last nights, it had been only flashes then. Now it was full on re-living the scenes, feeling them play over and over again. I wasn't sure which was worse: the scene, or the contant re-playing, the knowledge I would never escape it, for it was my reality. My every day.

As I struggled to untangle myself from the ball of blankets I had managed to curl into, I prayed that nothing more would go wrong today. Hopefully I wouldn't see James or Albus or any of my other cousins today. Maybe today would be normal, or as normal as it gets being me.

Sitting up on my bed, I tossed all my sheets on the floor before starting into the bathroom for a shower. After stripping off my clothes and stepping in, I let the sizzling water roll down my back. It relaxed my muscles, and got me thinking that maybe today would be a good day. Maybe.

Throwing on a sweater, I raced down the many steps from the Hufflepuff common room to the Great Hall. Squeezing through the crowd, I found a seat at the less than crowded table.

Whilst munching my eggs, I saw a beautiful brown barn owl swoop down.

"Hey, there!" I exclaimed, talking to the critter. "Do you have something for me?"

I must have looked insane. But, sure enough, the owl held out its leg to be. There was something attached. A letter, perhaps. Who would be writing to me? I quickly untied the envelop from the animals leg, and watched it sail back to the skies.

I tore open the letter.

To Ms. Lily Potter,

Please come to Headmaster Dumbledore's Office as soon as you recieve this notice. It may not seem important, but you will understand eventually.

I wish you the best of luck, dear.

Signed,

Anonymous.

I rose to my feet and started out the magnificent doors. What's going on?