Lilith and Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
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Born on the same fateful night as her twin brother, Harry, Lilith Eva Potter is no stranger to the weight of a famous name. But at Hogwar...
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Scotland, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, 28th December, 1991
"Maybe Ron's right, Harry," Lilith said quietly, her voice softer than she intended, her fingers twisting the snowflake charm nervously. The boys spun around in surprise, their eyes wide as they saw her standing at the bottom of the stairs. "Sorry, I overheard you two," she added, offering a small, awkward smile.
Harry's face tensed. "What's so wrong with me going to see our parents?" he snapped defensively, his eyes flashing with frustration.
Lilith felt her heart ache at his words. She understood his desperation, understood the pull the mirror had on him. After all, it tugged at her too, filling the emptiness in her heart with fleeting glimpses of what could have been. But she couldn't ignore the uneasy feeling it gave her, or how it was changing Harry, making him withdraw from everything else.
"Harry, it's not about seeing them..." she began carefully, choosing her words with more hesitation. "I miss them too. You know I do. But that mirror... it doesn't show the future or bring them back. It just... shows us something that can never be true." She paused, feeling a knot of confusion twist in her chest, because even she wasn't entirely sure what the mirror was doing. But she knew it wasn't real, and that was enough.
Harry clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he stared at her. "You don't understand, Lily. I need to see them. I just—" His voice faltered, cracking with emotion, but he quickly looked away, hiding the vulnerability behind a hard mask.
The girl stepped closer, her heart heavy. "I do understand, Harry. More than you know. But Ron's right. It's not safe, and... it's not real. What if Filch catches you? Or worse—Snape? You could get expelled."
Ron nodded beside her, looking relieved that she was backing him up. "Yeah, mate. It's not worth it."
Harry's shoulders sagged, the defiance draining out of him, leaving behind a weary, broken boy who just wanted his parents back. He didn't say anything for a long moment, the silence in the room thick with unspoken words.
Lilith swallowed, stepping forward and placing a hand on her brother's shoulder. "We'll get through this together," she whispered. "We have each other."
For a moment, Harry looked as though he might argue, but then his gaze softened, the tension slowly easing from his body. He nodded reluctantly, his face pale but accepting. "Alright," he mumbled, his voice barely audible. "I won't go back... tonight."
It wasn't a full victory, but it was a start. Lilith exchanged a look with Ron, both of them silently agreeing that they'd have to keep a close eye on Harry from now on. The mirror's pull was strong, but together, they would make sure it didn't consume him.
