❝ he and i are closer than friends, we are enemies linked together, the same sin binds us ❞ | in which lilium snape is bound to harry potter by fate, destined to stand on either side of a war that will soon be waged. she is cursed by prophecy, or so...
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ACT FOUR, chapter sixty—seven : i'm begging you to come and pull me out the fire come and save me like you did when we were young
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Lili dreamt, sometimes.
When she laid back on the cold stone and closed her eyes, she could be absolutely anywhere. At Hogwarts, getting a good night's sleep before her NEWTs in the morning. At Spinner's End, exhausted from a day running round Cokeworth. At Duskwood, lulled to sleep by the sound of the waves on the shore. It was easy, as long as she ignored the sound of the rats scuttling, the endless ache of broken skin, the stench of mold and rot.
Every breath was a struggle.
Out... and in... out... and... and... in.
Distantly, Lili became aware: she was dying.
But this wasn't such a terrible way to go, was it?
Soft golden light flickered behind her eyelids. A red—haired woman, with spring green eyes, was smiling and beckoning her closer. Lili couldn't resist the call to move towards her, even if taking each step felt like moving through a bee's honey. She took this woman's hand, and it was very warm and soft, and when she drew her close, it was into a mother's embrace.
"It's so very nice to finally meet you, Lilium Snape," the woman whispered in her ear.
Lili clung that much closer, so relieved to have softness — any kind of softness — directed at her.
"I came to thank you, Lili, for loving him," the woman said, tightening her hold, "But I've changed my mind."
The embrace was taken away, but it wasn't so bad. The red—haired woman was still there, squeezing her shoulders and then her hands, while she gave her a kind and gentle smile. It was impossible for Lili not to smile back.
"Lilium?"
Looking at this woman now, she could see that she really wasn't that much older than her at all. Four years that separated them at most. For a moment, it almost seemed sad that they were both destined to die so young.
"Instead, I'm here to tell you to go back." the other woman called Lily told her softly, "Wake up, Lili Snape, just wake up—,"
"Oh Merlin, Lilium. Please wake up!"
Lungs inhaled. Lashes fluttered. World came into view.
Draco.
His familiar pointy face hovered on the other side of the cell door, pale and frantic and so, so worried. With a weak groan, she scooted as best she could towards the gate: each movement was a painful drag against hard stone. He reached one bony hand through the iron bars, and her knobby blood—stained fingers brushed his.
