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, 16th March, 1992
"You're the only one who knows how to get past Fluffy, aren't you, Hagrid?" Lilith asked, her voice tinged with anxiety. She leaned forward slightly, watching the giant man closely. "And you wouldn't tell anyone, would you? Not even one of the teachers?"
Hagrid straightened up proudly, puffing out his chest. "Not a soul knows except me an' Dumbledore," he said, sounding almost offended at the suggestion that he might slip up.
"Well, that's something," Harry muttered under his breath to his friends and sister. The tension in the room didn't ease, though. There was still something unsettling hanging in the air, something they couldn't quite put their finger on.
"Hagrid, can we have a window open? I'm boiling," Harry asked, wiping his brow as the heat from the fire became unbearable.
Hagrid shifted uncomfortably in his seat, glancing towards the blazing fire. "Can't, Harry, sorry," he said quickly, his gaze darting nervously back to the flames.
Lilith caught the look and frowned. Why is he so jittery all of a sudden? Her eyes followed Hagrid's to the hearth, and she noticed something odd. Her brother had noticed it, too.
"Hagrid—what's that?" Harry asked, his voice sharp with curiosity.
But they already knew what it was. Sitting in the very heart of the fire, nestled beneath the kettle, was a huge, black egg. Its smooth surface gleamed in the flickering light, and a faint, almost imperceptible crack was visible along the top.
Hagrid let out an awkward chuckle, fumbling nervously with his beard. "Ah... tha's... er..."
Ron, always the enthusiast for magical creatures, crouched low beside the fire, his face only inches from the egg's shiny surface. His eyes were wide with wonder. "I was right! Where did you get it, Hagrid?" he asked, voice full of awe. "It must've cost you a fortune."
"Didn't cost a thing!" Hagrid boomed, clearly pleased with himself. But Lilith felt her stomach twist uncomfortably. A dragon egg? Here, right under Dumbledore's nose?
"You... won it?" she repeated, her voice tinged with disbelief.
Hagrid nodded, looking a little sheepish now. "Yeah, las' night. I was down in the village havin' a few drinks, got into a game o' cards with a stranger. Seemed glad enough ter hand it over."
The room went dead silent. A dragon. Right here at Hogwarts. The idea was so outlandish, so dangerous, that Lilith could hardly believe it.
"Hagrid, you can't be serious," Hermione finally whispered, her expression a mix of horror and disbelief. "A dragon? Do you know how dangerous that is? You can't keep it—what are you going to do when it hatches?"
