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Lillian Black

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Lillian Black

"WHAT HAPPENED?" Pansy asked, her voice laced with concern as I slammed our door shut behind me. I tossed my bag to the corner of the room. I quickly whiped away the stray tear on my cheek.

"Mattheo."

"What did he do? I'll light his broom on fire." Pansy told me, sitting at the edge of my bed while I layed on my stomach.

"Be my guest." I told her, resting my chin on the pillow. I flipped onto my back to face her.

"I don't get him. One minute he's actually sort of tolerable. The next..." I stared up at the ceiling.

"He is you know whose son, after all. When Tom was in school, and semi-normal, wasn't he pretty..."

"Psychotic?" I finished.

"Exactly." Pansy said.

"So you think Mattheo's psychotic?" I asked her, turning onto my side.

"They are related you know." Pansy said. I brought my thumb to my lips, biting my nail lightly.

"Relax. The boys would never let anything happen to you. I would never let anything happen to you. Besides. I think we might be getting replaced." Pansy said. She bounced off my bed.

"Never." I told her, gasping dramatically.


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The next few weeks went by quickly. Fall was in full swing, the leaves on the Womping Willow had turned dark orange and red. I sat in the courtyard, reading a book on magical creatures Remus had gifted me for Christmas last year.

"Did you hear?"

I looked up from my book, seeing an alarmed Harry. I furrowed my eyebrows, closing my book.

"Hear what?"

Harry had me follow him out of the courtyard and to an empty hallway.

"Here," Harry handed me a folded piece of parchment. Wondering why he couldn't tell me himself, I hastily grabbed the parchment and unfolded it.

Harry,

I'm sending Hedwig back to you with this letter. I've been sighted. I had to move from my original location. I suppose I shouldn't be getting too comfortable anyways.

I looked up from the letter to Harry. It was from my dad.

A few deatheaters caused quiet a scene, trying to hex in public. Please tell Lily I won't be writing much for the time being. I promise we'll be together again. Just as soon as my estranged cousin moves on and finds someone else to kill.

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