𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌¹ ➥ 𝐇. 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝟎𝟎𝟏 | 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬

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On the 7th of August, 1980, around 2:57 a.m., Lily Potter entered St. Mungo's, along with her husband, James Potter, and her dear friends, Elara and Remus Lupin. 

Greeted by the sight of a very bustling and chaotic St. Mungo's, Lily decided, was not a pleasant sight these days. Especially now that St. Mungo's had been sheltering those who had lost their homes, or those without families (meaning the darling young children), it had become significantly busier, and not to mention the poor poor people who were constantly being brought to the hospital, whether they were alive or not. Whether their bodies had all their limbs intact or not.

People who had survived those attacks.

"I forgot how busy St. Mungo's is," murmured Lily. It had been long since she'd step foot inside the hospital, and unpleasant memories started to arise as she looked around. Her beautiful green irises started to fog up, as she saw young children, huddled in the corner crying for their mothers and fathers. Parents, of all ages, calling out for their beloved children, desperately hoping for good news from their healers.

It was a sad, sad sight.

A warm pale hand slipped into Lily's, instantly bringing warmth to hers and the corner of her lips, tugged into a small smile, as Elara Black (soon-to-be Lupin) linked her arms with her. "Why so sad Lil's? I'm sure Harry will be fine for a couple of hours with 'dromeda. And he'll have lots of kids to play with, since Atlas, Leo, Apollo, Viv, Dora, and all the other rascals are there too. Besides, you really need to stop fussing over him, otherwise he'll turn out like James, dependent and needy all the bloody time." Elara teased as she swatted away the hand of the bespectacled man, who was attempting to tug his wife out of the latter's (rather strong) grasp.

It's not that I'm worried for Harry, Elara, I mean I am of course, but—" Lily's words faltered at that moment, as a young woman with dark red hair, so dark, it looked to be a shade divided just perfectly between red and black, bolted right past Lily and straight into the arms of a young man.

Elara's brow furrowed in confusion momentarily at the other red-head before realization dawned on her. 

"Lily," she whispers softly as she tugs at her friends arm, "Lily, it's not her, it's someone else."

But all Lily could was just stare at the other red-headed girl, who was sobbing into the shoulders of the young man as he tried consoling the girl.

Lily peeled her eyes of the dismal scene and turned to the face of her friends, only to see pity and sadness reflecting from their eyes. A look Lily was almost too uses to seeing, and on that she particularly hated, though she knew her friends meant nothing but well.

"We should head into the line, y'know, because I think we're a bit lost, tanks to Elara here," said James, momentarily distracting the others.

Lily sighed in relief, and chuckled slightly when she saw the wink James discreetly sent.

 "Don't be ridiculous James, you were the one who said that you've memorized St. Mungo's and could find any room blindfolded," snapped Elara, as the small party surged forward and stood behind a fairly long line-up.

Welcome-witches were seated behind desks piled with loose papers as they frantically assisted the long ques of people lined in front of them.