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, 29th December, 1991
Lilith took a deep breath, steadying herself as she began to explain everything that had happened after Christmas Day—the discovery of the mirror, how Harry had found it and been drawn to it, how close he had come to losing himself in its allure.
"I've never heard of such a thing..." Theodore stated, his voice filled with wonder. "An object that can show you your greatest desires? That's incredible—and a bit terrifying."
She nodded, feeling a shiver run down her spine at the memory of her brother's fixation. "It is. I mean, it's amazing to see what you want most, but... it can really mess with your head. Harry was becoming obsessed with it. I was worried he'd forget everything else."
The Slytherin's expression grew serious as she spoke. "That sounds... dangerous," he said slowly, absorbing her words. "How did he react when you tried to talk to him about it?"
Lilith hesitated, recalling Harry's defensiveness. "He didn't take it well at first. He just wanted to be near the mirror, to see... to talk to our parents. He thought if he could just see them again, everything would be okay."
Theodore frowned, clearly grappling with the implications. "But it's not real, right? It's just a reflection of what we want. It can't bring them back."
"Exactly," she agreed, her heart aching at the thought. "That's what Dumbledore said. The mirror doesn't show reality; it just shows what we desire the most. And it can make you forget to live in the real world."
Lilith paused, feeling the weight of her own words as they settled in. "After that, I had a nightmare this morning—one that felt so real. I was a baby, and I heard my Dad's voice. But then there was an explosion, and..." Her voice trailed off, the memory of the dream lingering painfully in her mind.
Theodore's eyes widened with concern. "What happened?"
The small girl hesitated again, searching for the right words. "I was hidden away in a wardrobe, and I could hear shouting, then a thud, and then silence. It felt... like a memory, but I didn't know what to make of it. I told Dumbledore about it."
"You talked with the Headmaster about this?" Theodore's surprise was evident, his dark brows furrowing in disbelief. He seemed unable to imagine himself doing the same in her place.
"It seemed like the right thing to do," she replied, shrugging her shoulders, trying to dismiss the significance of the moment. "He's always been... wise. I thought he might help me understand."
