Lily Potter (Harry Potter's Twin)

Chapter 55

Published Feb 17, 2016

Once we were at dinner, Harry enclosed to Hermione, Ron and I what happened in potions. Hermione's face became stonier with every word that Harry said.

"I s'pose you think I cheated?" he finished, looking at Hermione.

"Well, it wasn't actually your own work, was it?" she said stiffly.

"He only followed different instructions to ours," said Ron.

"It could've been a catastrophe, couldn't it? But he took a risk and it paid off, like it always does," I said. Ron sighed.

"Slughorn could've handed me that book, but no, I get the one no one's ever written on. Puked on, by the looks of page fifty-two, but--"

"Hang on," said a female voice. I looked over and saw Ginny had joined us. Harry blushed a bit. "Did I hear right? You've been taking orders from something someone wrote in a book, Harry?"

She looked alarmed and angry. I knew what was on her mind at once.

"It's nothing," he said reassuringly, lowering his voice. "It's not like, you know, Riddle's diary. It's just an old textbook someone's scribbled on."

"But you're doing what it says?"

"I just tried a few of the tips written in the margins, honestly, Ginny there's nothing funny--"

"Ginny's got a point," said Hermione, perking up at once. "We ought to check that there's nothing odd about it. I mean, all these funny instructions, who knows?"

"Hey!" said Harry indignantly, as she pulled his copy of Advanced Potion Making out of his bag and raised her wand.

"Specials Revelio!" she said, rapping it smartly on the front cover. Nothing whatsoever happened. The book simply lay there, looking old and dirty and dog-eared.

"Do we want to wait and see if it does a few backflips?" I said, laughing.

"It seems alright," said Hermione, still staring at the book suspiciously. "But"-- she looked to me suddenly-- "You didn't tell us how you did so well, Lily."

My mind raced, trying to figure something out. I shrugged and said, "I guess I was the twin that actually inherited mum's gift."

Hermione didn't seem fully content with the answer but stopped asking questions. Harry glanced at me, obviously thinking of our conversation earlier when he and I went to go secure our bottles of Felix Felicis in our trunks. Mine currently rested next to my Prophecy Orb and the Locket Horcrux.

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In the conversation, I didn't get the chance to tell Harry that I was the one Malfoy was going to kill. I only told him that Malfoy was ordered to kill someone.

"You wanted to talk, Lily," said Harry, stuffing his bottle into a pair of old socks.

"Yes, I wanted to clear some stuff up with you," I said, sitting on the edge of his bed, smoothing the wrinkled sheets. "I know you guys are keeping something about Malfoy from me, and I just wanted to know why because you guys should know that I don't care about him anymore and am totally fine--"

"I just didn't think you would care that much, it's not that important," Harry shrugged.

"It seems important, since you guys snuck off that day in Diagon Alley to follow him," I said, trying to keep my voice calm.

"How did you put that together?" Harry asked.

"I'm not stupid, that's when the whispering started and the conversations ending whenever I came close. And Malfoy was in Diagon Alley that day, we all saw him," I shrugged.