Harry and Lilith Potter and The Philosopher's Stone
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Lilith Eva Potter was born in July 31, 1980, to her parents James and Lily Potter. Sounds familiar to a certain Boy-Who-Lived's story...
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Scotland, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, 13th November, 1991
A gentle swishing sound caught the ginger's attention as she wrote on the parchment the application of herbs and fungi on potions and their benefits. Craning her neck to the side, her green eyes fell on a petite butterfly made of paper that was flying close to her. As it began to descend towards the wooden table, the girl slowly reached out for it and became surprised when it landed on her index finger.
"What kind of spell is this?" Lilith whispered, more to herself, while examining the butterfly. It looked like an origami to her.
"What's that you've got, Lily?" Hermione's voice pulled her from the daze she was in and Eva looked at her friend.
"I don't know." Her eyes went back to the butterfly, its paper wings fluttering ever so often. "It's kind of beautiful, isn't it?"
"It is, actually." Hermione leaned over the table to get a closer look. "Maybe I could find the spell."
"Tell me when you find it."
"Alright." Her bushy-haired friend went back to her studying, ensuing a comfortable silence between the two girls. By now, the butterfly had slowly crept from Lilith's finger to her shoulder.
It was a Saturday afternoon and Lilith and Hermione had decided to go study in the library, that happened to be very empty at that moment. Meanwhile, Ron and Harry were playing Wizard's Chess inside the Gryffindor common room, Neville accompanying them for moral support.
The Gryffindor house was in good spirits ever since the Quidditch match the other day and, although a party was held last night, first-years weren't allowed. Despite Ron's moaning and Harry's grumbling, the little lions had a restful night unlike their older peers and were capable of doing their homework without a headache. Amidst the silence, Lilith heard Hermione gasp, followed by the buck-toothed girl searching desperately for something inside her school pouch.
"Something wrong, Hermione?"
Her friend looked up at her with furrowed brows as she finally gave up on her search and slumped on the chair. "My book —I think I've left it back at the dorm."
The ginger held back a giggle. Only Hermione to react as if someone died when she loses a book. "Are you sure? "
"Yes, yes. I'm sure," Hermione sighed, before rising from her seat. "I'll have to go back for it."
"Alright, good luck with that," Lilith bid her goodbye.
Hermione responded with a nod and left the library, notifying the librarian on her way out that she would be back after some time. Meanwhile, Lilith continued writing her paper that Professor Sprout had assigned them that was due by Wednesday. After finishing writing a sentence, the girl noticed the magical butterfly on her shoulder acting erratically. It began flying around her, landing on her hair and on the parchment sometimes, almost like it was being controlled by an unknown force.
