Harry and Lilith Potter and The Philosopher's Stone
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Lilith Eva Potter was born in July 31, 1980, to her parents James and Lily Potter. Sounds familiar to a certain Boy-Who-Lived's story...
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Scotland, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, 26th December, 1991
"Why didn't you take me with you?" Ron demanded, his face a mix of disbelief and frustration as he stared at the twins. His toast and scrambled eggs were now forgotten, his attention solely on the news of last night's trip the Potter siblings had made to the secret mirror. "Why didn't you wake me up?"
Harry raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Don't blame me. You were snoring so loud, it sounded like someone was sawing logs with a chainsaw."
"A what?" Ron asked, furrowing his brows in confusion.
"Never mind that," Lilith cut in before Harry could explain, rolling her eyes. "Do you want to come with us tonight?"
Ron's mood shifted in an instant. "Yes, of course!" he replied, suddenly enthusiastic. "I want to meet your parents."
"Then we'll go tonight," Lilith whispered, glancing around them cautiously as if someone might overhear. "But we have to wait until everyone's asleep. Sneaking out unnoticed is tricky enough as it is."
Ron nodded, his earlier irritation fading away, replaced by excitement. "Alright, but this time you better wake me up," he muttered, a grin spreading across his face.
The twins exchanged knowing glances, the thrill of seeing their parents again bubbling up inside them. The idea of Ron joining them made the prospect of returning to the mirror even more exciting.
"We'll wait until the common room clears out," Harry added in a low voice, "then grab the cloak and head back."
Ron's eyes gleamed with anticipation. "This is going to be brilliant."
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Lilith was nestled in the quiet corner of the library, the soft glow of the candles illuminating her page as she turned it gently. She had sought the refuge of the library that afternoon, away from the hustle of Gryffindor Tower, craving the familiar comfort of books. The library had always been a peaceful escape for her. As she flipped through the pages of an old wizarding children's book, she became completely absorbed, the world around her fading into a distant hum. Her fingers trailed the whimsical illustrations, and she couldn't help but smile, remembering reading this very book back at home. The atmosphere of the library was serene, almost dreamlike, and she was utterly oblivious to her surroundings.
Which was precisely why she never noticed Theodore Nott creeping up behind her.
Just as she was about to turn another page, he made his move—leaning close to her ear and whispering a sudden, "Boo!"
