Lilith and Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
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Born on the same fateful night as her twin brother, Harry, Lilith Eva Potter is no stranger to the weight of a famous name. But at Hogwar...
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Scotland, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, 11th November, 1991
Morning was creeping into the meadow, the pale light filtering through the trees and softening the edges of the nightmare Lilith was living. The creature moved sluggishly now, its gray fur matted and its attacks less precise, but it still loomed over her, its yellow eyes locked on its prey.
Lilith tightened her grip on the wooden stick in her hand. When the beast lunged again, she didn't flinch. As its paw arced toward her, she swung with all her might. A dull crack resounded as her stick connected with its foreleg—but the victory was fleeting. A sharp, searing pain ripped through her side, and she stumbled backward, clutching at her ribs.
The world tilted. Warmth seeped through her fingers as her pajamas grew wet with blood. Lilith fell to her knees, her vision swimming as the pain overwhelmed her. Darkness crept at the edges of her mind, but flashes of strange light flared in the void behind her eyelids.
For a moment, the world dissolved into a chaotic haze.
She thought she heard a roar, distant and echoing, like thunder across a canyon. Then, a flash—brighter than the morning sun—lit up the darkness. Shadows danced within it: a wolf with a coat as dark as night, a man crumpled on the ground, and a figure in a long cloak standing at the edge of a forest, their face obscured.
Lilith tried to make sense of the images, but they flickered like a broken film reel. Voices overlapped, some urgent, others soothing, and one—a chilling growl—seemed to echo inside her own chest. The warmth around her intensified, wrapping her like a cocoon, pulling her back to consciousness.
"Lily!"
Her godfather's voice shattered the vision, yanking her back to reality. Lilith blinked, the flashes of light and shadow vanishing like smoke. She was on the ground, her body trembling as she gasped for air. She couldn't tell if the images were real or imagined, but the sound of her name—raw with fear and sorrow—grounded her.
She looked up weakly, her lips forming a faint, "Uncle..."
Remus was there in an instant, his face pale and streaked with tears. "Lily, oh, Lily..." His arms wrapped around her tightly, his voice trembling as he whispered, "I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry..."
Lilith clung to him, her body shaking as warmth enveloped her again, but this time it was different—softer, safer. Her pain dulled, and her eyelids grew heavy. The memory of the vision lingered like a strange aftertaste, but her body was too exhausted to question it.
