Truly Yours (TomxLilith)

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Third POV:

Lilith drifted off into a deep sleep, the weight of the day melting away. Her mind slipped into a hazy dreamland, where everything felt soft and indistinct, like she was walking through mist. The air was heavy with a strange warmth, the edges of the world around her blurred, and the colors seemed to bleed into one another, creating a surreal, dreamlike atmosphere.

In the distance, a figure appeared. His form was shadowy, undefined, but she knew it was him—the boy from her dream the night before she had arrived at Hogwarts. Her heart fluttered with recognition, even though his face remained hidden in the fog.

"Please... don't leave again," Lilith whispered, her voice echoing strangely in the mist, like it was being pulled away from her. She took a tentative step toward him, her feet barely touching the ground, as if she were floating.

The boy lifted his hand, reaching for hers, and Lilith's breath caught in her throat. Though his face remained a mystery, there was something so familiar, so comforting in his presence, as if she had known him for lifetimes. His hand hung there, suspended in the fog, waiting.

She hesitated for a moment, feeling the strange pull between them, and then slowly reached out, her fingers trembling as they stretched toward his. The dream felt fragile, like a glass that could shatter at any moment.

Just as their fingers were about to meet, a cold, metallic snap echoed through the dream. Lilith gasped, her eyes darting down to her wrists. Two gleaming handcuffs had appeared, locking her arms in place. They were heavy, unyielding, and cold against her skin, weighing her down as if they were pulling her into the depths of the mist.

"No..." she breathed, her heart racing. She tried to pull her hands free, to reach for him, but the cuffs held her tight. The boy's form began to dissolve, fading back into the fog, his outstretched hand just out of reach.

"Wait!" she cried, desperation rising in her chest. But it was too late, he was gone, leaving her alone in the swirling mist, bound by chains she couldn't escape. The warmth of the dreamland began to fade, replaced by an eerie chill that seeped into her bones.

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Lilith sat beneath the ancient oak tree, her back pressed against its rough bark as delicate snowflakes drifted down, blanketing the ground in a soft, white layer. The chill in the air matched the haze in her mind as she tried to make sense of the two strange dreams that had been haunting her recently.

She was so lost in thought that she barely noticed the sound of footsteps approaching. Pansy appeared from behind the tree, her usual smile fading slightly as she sensed Lilith's mood.

"What's wrong?" Pansy asked, her voice gentle as she sat down behind Lilith, resting her chin on her shoulder.

Lilith hesitated for a moment before speaking, still staring at the snow-covered ground. "I've been having weird dreams lately. I don't know what they mean, but they feel... important."

Pansy let out a soft laugh, trying to lighten the mood. "Weird dreams, huh? Maybe you're a Seer. You know, one of those people who predicts the future."

Lilith turned her head slightly, giving Pansy a doubtful look. "Seer? Really?"

"Hey, it's a possibility!" Pansy teased, grinning. "Could explain the weirdness."

Lilith sighed, the weight of her thoughts still heavy on her. "I don't know. These dreams... they're not just weird. They feel like warnings."

Pansy's playful expression softened. "Maybe they are, Lil. Or maybe you're just thinking too much."