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, 8th April , 1992
Filch led the twins down to Professor McGonagall's office, every creak of the castle echoing in the dead of night. Lilith's mind raced, cycling through excuses, desperate explanations, anything that could possibly get them out of this, but every idea seemed weaker than the last. She glanced over at Harry, who looked as tense as she felt, his face pale in the moonlight filtering through the castle's windows.
They settled onto the cold, hard chairs in the professor's study, waiting in silence as the minutes dragged by. A thick, gnawing dread settled in the ginger's stomach. She knew they'd been careless, that leaving the Invisibility Cloak behind had been an unforgivable slip. How could they have let something so crucial slip their minds?
Finally, the door opened, and Professor McGonagall swept in, her sharp gaze fixed on them. Her eyes flashed with anger as she took in the two of them sitting there, clearly out of bounds and caught red-handed. To Lilith's surprise, Neville was with her. His round eyes quickly widened when he caught sight of them.
"I was going to warn you guys about Malfoy—" he said between shaky breaths, "—he was going around talking about a drag—"
The small girl sent him an alarmed glance, trying to convey him the seriousness of the situation. Please, Neville. Shut up.
Meanwhile, Harry was shaking his head vigorously at their friend.
"I would never have believed it of any of you." McGonagall's voice was steel, low but biting. "Mr. Filch says you were up in the Astronomy Tower. It's one o'clock in the morning. Explain yourselves."
Lilith's mouth felt dry. She glanced sideways at her brother, hoping he might have some clever excuse ready, but his face was just as stricken. She couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't drag Hagrid, Hermione or Ron into this. Besides, the truth was... they were guilty. They had been sneaking a dragon out of the castle.
Just then, Neville spoke up, his words breathless and earnest. "I was only trying to warn them, Professor! Malfoy was saying all sorts of things—he said they were doing something dangerous!"
Professor McGonagall's gaze softened for a brief moment, but she shook her head. "Mr. Longbottom, quiet. I think I've got a good idea of what's been going on."
She drew herself up, her sharp gaze moving from one of them to the next. "It doesn't take a genius to piece it together. You fed Draco Malfoy some cock-and-bull story about a dragon to lure him out of bed and get him into trouble. I've already caught him—he'll be serving detention, as will all of you. I suppose you thought it was funny that Longbottom here heard the story and believed it, too?"
