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, 17th June , 1992
It was night. The gentle stillness of the Hospital Wing was interrupted by a sudden gasp as Lilith jolted awake. Her small body shot upright in an instant, her breath ragged and shallow, as visions of Quirrell's twisted face morphed into Voldemort's monstrous one. The memories came crashing back like a tidal wave, the fear, the danger, the uncertainty. She shook her head, desperate to push them away. But then, her thoughts shifted—her brother.
Her heart skipped a beat as she looked around frantically, her eyes wide, searching the room with a wild, almost frantic urgency. "Harry, " her voice trembled, hoarse and raw. For a moment, there was no answer, only the hum of the quiet room.
But then, she saw him.
There he was, lying in the bed beside her, his chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm, completely unaware of her frantic panic. Her breath caught in her throat as a wave of relief washed over her. Harry was alive. He was safe.
Her gaze drifted over her surroundings, the realization settling over her in a soft, almost surreal way: they were in the Hospital Wing. The faint scent of herbs and medicine lingered in the air, mingling with the soft murmur of distant voices in the halls beyond. Lilith looked down at herself, her eyes drawn to the white gown she was wearing, its fabric slightly wrinkled from her earlier rest. Her body still bore a few faint bruises, remnants of the violence they had endured, but they seemed like nothing now compared to what they had survived.
With a deep, shaky sigh, she allowed herself to fall back against the pillows, her body sinking into the soft warmth of the bed. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to calm the storm of emotions that had taken over her chest. It was over. They were safe.
Happy tears welled in her eyes as she turned her gaze back to Harry, her heart swelling with an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love. She had been so terrified—so utterly consumed by the fear that she might lose him, that she wouldn't be able to protect him. But here he was, safe, beside her. They had made it through, together.
Lilith lay there for a few moments longer, her pulse slowly returning to a normal rhythm. When she finally felt calmer, she carefully propped herself up against the bed, not wanting to disturb her brother. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of lanterns, casting long shadows across the walls.
Her eyes began to wander around the room, taking in the various gifts and tokens left by their friends: piles of sweets and flowers stacked neatly on the small table beside their beds. She could see that people had been by, offering their care and support. It was comforting to know that they weren't alone, that they had people who cared for them, even after all they had been through.
