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, 15th June , 1992
"They're not birds!" Lilith shouted, realisation striking like lightning. "They're keys—winged keys! Look closely!" Her green eyes scanned the chamber, taking in the cloud of tiny, darting shapes. "That must mean... look, broomsticks!" She pointed to a rack leaning against the far wall. "We need to catch the key for the door!"
Ron's eyes went wide as he glanced at the swarm. "But there are hundreds of them!"
Hermione moved to the door, peering closely at the lock. "It'll be old-fashioned," she thought out loud. "Probably silver, like the handle."
They each grabbed a broomstick, the wooden shafts cool and familiar in their hands. With a nod, they kicked off, soaring into the dizzying whirl of wings. The keys flitted erratically, shining like tiny jewels under the chamber's light, each one dodging their grasp with impossible speed.
Harry moved with the sharp instinct that marked him as Gryffindor's Seeker, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the mass of fluttering keys. The room became a blur of shimmering feathers and sweeping air. Suddenly, he spotted it—a large, silver key with crumpled blue wings, bent as if it had already been caught once before.
"There! The big one with blue wings—its feathers are all crumpled!" He shouted, pointing urgently.
Ron made a wild grab, careening to one side and nearly crashing into Hermione. "Watch out!" She yelped, steadying her broom.
Harry's jaw clenched as he tightened his grip and pushed forward, weaving through the throng with a practiced agility. The key darted left, wings shivering in an attempt to escape. With a burst of speed, he lunged, fingers outstretched. For a breathless second, it felt just out of reach. Then, with a swift snap, his fingers closed around the cold, fluttering metal.
"I've got it!" he yelled, triumphant, holding the struggling key aloft as he wheeled his broom back to the ground.
Lilith and the others descended beside him, their faces flushed with relief. She reached out, touching Harry's arm as he slid off his broom. "Great catch," she said, a smile breaking through her expression.
"Quick, the door!" Hermione urged, eyes darting to the heavy wooden door.
Harry fit the key into the lock, turning it with a satisfying click. The heavy door groaned as it swung open, revealing a dark corridor that stretched ominously ahead. Steeling themselves, they stepped through, their breaths echoing in the silence.
