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, 7th January, 1992
As the new term at Hogwarts began, the four friends quickly found themselves overwhelmed by the sheer amount of work piled on them. It wasn't that they had forgotten about the Philosopher's Stone or their suspicions about Snape—it was just that school was relentless. Every teacher seemed to have conspired to drown them in assignments, essays, and projects. The pressure only increased when Quidditch practices resumed, which meant Harry was rarely available to help with their research. And Lilith also found it hard to manage her busy schedule since she was supposed to attend the Frog Choir practices.
Harry, when he wasn't on the Quidditch pitch or doing homework, would often try to squeeze in time with the others to study the Stone's mysteries in the library. But more often than not, they'd find him asleep, his face resting on an open book, drool leaking onto the pages.
One afternoon, when he had fallen asleep for the third time that week, Lilith gave their friends an apologetic smile. "I'll get him back to the tower," she muttered, trying not to laugh as she gently shook her brother awake. "Come on, Harry. You need to rest, let's go."
Harry blinked, bleary-eyed, as she helped him up. "Sorry..." he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. "I'll read more later..."
As she guided him out of the library, she could feel Ron and Hermione's sympathetic eyes following them. She knew they all felt the same way—like they were being pulled in a hundred different directions and never had enough time for the things that truly mattered. And it didn't help that Theodore's time had become more limited too.
With the term in full swing, finding a moment to talk with Theodore had become difficult. The older Slytherins were definitely growing suspicious of Theodore's growing connection with someone from Gryffindor—especially a girl like Lilith, who stood out in her house like a sore thumb, given that her parents had been killed by Voldemort.
It was an afternoon at lunch time, when Lilith and Theodore found themselves seated far apart in the Great Hall. The tall boy gave her a brief nod, a subtle acknowledgment in the crowded room, before turning his attention back to his plate. Though he didn't show it openly, Lilith could see the tiredness in his eyes. The constant need for secrecy was wearing them both down, but it was different for him. The stakes were higher for Theodore. His friendship with her was not something the older Slytherins would take lightly if they knew just how close they were.
Lilith had to remind herself of that every time they shared a quiet glance across the hall or managed a fleeting conversation between classes. Theodore was taking a greater risk than she was, navigating the scrutiny of his housemates who would question—and perhaps punish—any sign of weakness or friendliness toward someone outside of their circle.
