Potters and The Next Generation; Furthermore Book 2

Secrets Can Be Harsh

Disclaimer: THIS IS A PIECE OF FAN-FICTION, DERIVED FROM THE ORIGINAL WORKS OF HARRY POTTER SERIES BY J.K. ROWLING.

Lily

Days after the new development between us, Lysander asked whether I'd go to Hogsmeade with him. His leg had healed and he was kind of urgent about going.

"Are you sure we should?" I asked as I met him by the exit towards the Hogsmeade path, quietly taken back by the way he seemed so clean with neat hair, though still tousled. He was wearing a neat grey collar shirt under the black long coat. He looked so handsome that every girl who passed us by turned heads. I wanted to hide him and maybe my mum's soul possessed me to wish to jinx him a little.

"What?"

"Why are you so... pale?" I touched his cheek and pressed the hand to his face, releasing a heavy breath.

"Nervous." He chuckled, "You look... pretty."

"Oh." I shivered, having not worn glasses and fixing my hair that was left open and straight on my shoulders, hanging like curtains down my chest above the pink coat I wore over the pants and the silk blue top I wore under.

"Thank you." My face heated up as we made our way. He was holding my hand, gently yet in a grip that made it evident that he was scared. I squeezed his hand to calm us both down but I understood his fear when we entered the Three Broomsticks to be confronted by Mum and Dad. Right, he had to tell Dad.

Dad was sitting with a solemn expression while Mum smiled at me. I pecked their cheeks in greetings before we sat across from them.

"I... Erm, I wanted to request your... allowance to date Lily?"

Allowance? I questioned his question in my head. My thought was reflected in the form of amusement on my mum's face. Her cheeks were red and her pursed lips held back a smile. I shook my head at her and she returned it. Dad opened his mouth to say something when he paused and looked at Mum. She gave him a pout and he sighed.

"I told you my answer before. So be good to each other." He spoke and Lysander's shoulder's dropped visibly in a sigh.

So cute.

"Thank you."

I squeezed his hand on his knee under the table and he blinked with a small smile. So cute. Why?

Right after this, Mum asked me to follow her to the bar, leaving Lysander alone with Dad and when we arrived at the bar, I couldn't look away from him.

"Your father just wants to talk to him, don't worry." She spoke and I dropped my head, turning to the bar, "Are you happy?"

"I've never been in a relationship before. I only ever liked one guy and I didn't know what it felt like to feel that love returned." I gulped, "Do you think I'm being hasty?"

"Are you asking whether your feelings have confused you?"

I nodded.

"Hmm. Maybe, maybe not. I can't read your heart as well as you expect." She chuckled, "But your father struggled with the same question. He wondered to himself whether he wanted me around because I was protecting him. And I had the same question, thinking, is he with me because it just fits? Me protecting him and him needing it?" She pouted, "And then we concluded. Even if that is so, even if our hearts are needing the other with greed, why not try and have fun with this person? Why not dedicate ourselves to them if it's just inevitably happening right now?"

"You think if my intentions were different, I can call myself faithful."

"Yeah." She smiled, "You know when you were born, your father disappeared. For months." I eyed her in surprise, "One of the worst moments of my life. One that made me question whether I was just someone he didn't think he could have kept up with. But then he came back. He came back and he realized he was a part of us and will be always. Did you feel that way about Lysander ever?"