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"Oh, I'm holding my breath,
Won't lose you again,
Something's made your eyes go cold,"
Taylor Swift
"Being a demigod is dangerous, but being a demiwitch is the most lethal of all."
Lilith Black thought being a demigod was...
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Memories feel like weapons | Would'veCould'veShould've, Taylor Swift
Lilith had taken a portkey to Diagon Alley to get her stuff and stayed over at the Leaky Cauldron the last few days of summer break.
Unfortunately for her, the whole Weasley family, Hermione Granger, and Harry Potter thought of that idea, too.
When she first saw them, she immediately hid herself away in her room, hoping that by the time she went back out, they went into Diagon Alley.
But it seemed like Tyche wasn't on her side today, as when she thought the coast was clear and went down the stairs, the family of redheads was right in front of her. Their backs, at least.
Lilith considered turning back around right then and there, but she had to eat something.
Reluctantly, Lilith went to the bar and asked for a sandwich and sat down at the table farthest from them.
But, of course, someone had to see her at one point. "Black? Is that you?" The voice of Ronald Weasley said.
"Hestia, help me," Lilith muttered to herself. She then turned to the clan of redheads with a sarcastic smile. "Weasley."
"Did you help your father escape Azkaban this summer?" Ron said, who after saying that got a slap to the back of his head by both Hermione and an older woman who Lilith assumed was his mother.
"Ronald! Don't you dare say that!" His mother scolded him.
Ignoring what just happened, Lilith furrowed her eyebrows. "What do you mean?"
"How do you -" Ron started but was cut off by his brother, Fred.
"Now, now, dear brother, it seems like Lilith Black doesn't know what you're talking about," Fred said.
"Either someone tell me what happened or just leave me alone," Lilith said, annoyed.
"Sirius Black escaped Azkaban," Hermione spoke up.
"Okay, so?" Lilith said.
"Well, he's your father, right?" Ron said accusingly.
Lilith snorted. "Gods no. But if it makes you feel better, he is my uncle, which I tried telling everyone in first year, but no one listened."
"Then how come your last name is Black?" Ron asked.
"Probably because Sirius Black could have had siblings, Ronnikins," George said. The nickname earned a glare from Ron.
