Harry and Lilith 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 May , 1992
Just as Filch turned to leave, Malfoy blurted out, his voice loud with worry, "Wait! You can't just send us into the Forbidden Forest! There are—there are werewolves in there!" His voice wobbled on the last word, and for once, his usual bravado faltered.
Lilith's ears perked up at this, her eyes darting to her brother. They exchanged a worried glance, and as she shifted uneasily, she felt a faint tingling on her side—a sensation all too familiar, one she hadn't thought about in months. She pressed a hand against her side, where an old scar lay hidden beneath her robes, a reminder of something she rarely spoke of. Harry noticed her reaction and gave her a concerned look, but before either of them could speak, Filch chuckled nastily. "Oh, werewolves, is it? Well, if you're lucky, maybe one'll mistake you for a tasty little rabbit." He flashed a wicked grin. "Or maybe not so lucky, eh?"
The Slytherin paled, sputtering, "I'm serious! This is—this is completely mad!"
Lilith swallowed hard, trying to push the tingling sensation aside. But the thought of werewolves—and the burden of the scar she carried—left her feeling more unsettled than she cared to admit.
Hagrid cleared his throat, looking between them with a firm but gentle expression. "Now, enough of tha'. I'll be with yeh the whole time. Ain't any creature in the forest that'll come near while I'm here."
Draco still looked unconvinced, his face pale as he eyed the edge of the forest with open dread. But as Filch stalked back toward the castle, leaving them alone under the thick canopy of trees, Lilith's own apprehension only grew. The idea of going into the Forbidden Forest at night made her stomach twist. She glanced at Harry, feeling a strange mixture of fear and thrill rush through her. She could already sense this was not going to be the ordinary detention she'd imagined—and part of her dreaded just how dangerous it might be.
Malfoy, however, seemed ready to bolt. He turned to the half-giant, his voice wobbling. "I'm not going in there," he insisted, panic breaking through his usual swagger. Harry looked at him, pleased to see his composure finally slipping.
"Oh, yeh are, if yeh want ter stay at Hogwarts," Hagrid said, his voice firm. "Yeh've broken the rules, an' now yeh've got ter pay the price."
"But this... this is work for servants! Students shouldn't be doing this kind of thing—I thought we'd be copying lines or something!" Draco protested, his panic mounting. "If my father knew I was out here, he'd—"
"—he'd tell yeh that's how it is at Hogwarts," Hagrid interrupted, his voice gruff. "Copyin' lines! What good's that ter anyone? Yeh'll do somethin' useful, or yeh'll be headin' right back up ter the castle with yer bags packed. Go on then, if yeh think yer father'd prefer that."
