"What are you doing here?" I asked when my parents left the room . I and Rosie were still in my white bed, laid and knotted in each other's arms. "Wait 'till you see who else is here..." She smirked as my mouth shaped a perfect 'O'. "Hugo? Are you kidding me? What is that piece of crap doing if not here talking to me?" I asked, "It looks like he and James tried to bring a toilet seat up here...But obviously," then I knew what she would say, is what we've bien saying for years so I joined her and we spoke: "If there is a spell Ron's kids can't do, the spell is Wingardium Leviosa" We laughed but then something came to my mind, "But what about James? Why didn't he cast the spell? I would like to have a toilet seat between my many 'hope-you-get-better-soon' cards". She looked at me and smiled shaking her head in disapproval as she did every time I tried to convince her to work on my pranks. But I know she secretly enjoyed it.
A couple of hours later, in my bed, we managed to make fit: Me (of course), Rosie, Teddy, Jamie, Alb, Vic, Roxy, Hugo, Lysander, Lorcan and obviously the super-annoying Scorpius Malfoy. We talked about the most random of the things but when the quidditch topic came up I realized that if I was going to be part one of one the school teams I would have to play in the green and silver colors. I'd even have to play against my brothers...Against Roxy! We were always a team when we played at The Burrow...But it was a decision that I would have to take later because Madame Pomfrey had just entered the hospital wing and was walking towards us, being followed by my parents. By then I could tell the news weren't good.
"Msr.Potter," Madame started, "You'll need a long time to recover,"she started, " it looks like your body wasn't strong enough to bear out all those curses, mainly the torture one which requires enormous body strength". "What does it means exactly? How much time will it take for you to heal me? "I asked I bit nervous, I hated staying grounded for the afternoon, I didn't want to imagine what would it be like to stay days, maybe weeks grounded in that white bed. "Lil," my dad called, "haven't you noticed that you can't even lift up the covers? You won't be able to do much until the medicine that Madame Pomfrey gave it to you last night starts acting" he said and sighed. "So, it means that I can't...that I can't do anything until this medicine starts working? How long will it take?" I was about to cry but there were too many people watching and I was known to be the youngest but the one flawless, fearless. And trust me, it was a status worth keeping. "I can't guarantee you anything dear," the Hospital Wing's responsible said, and when she did I realized that the situation was actually really bad. Not by what she said, but by her expression. And also by it, I noticed that it wasn't done yet...
"So I'll be staying in bed for a while...Not a big deal! I'll make sure to keep up with all the lessons so there's nothing to worry about" I said, trying to cheer everybody up, I can't stand people being sad because of me. Then, my mom started talking: "Talking about classes Lee..." she took a hair out of my face, now it decided to go back to it's straight and annoying shape. "Minerva wants to see you... She hasn't had the opportunity yet due to..." she cleared her throat, "Lil, she was the one cast by Obliviate spell remember? And she is still recovering...". Then it all clicked and I immediately started feeling guilty. How could I ever forget about Mcgonnagal? What if her memory was actually affected? What if she doesn't remember who she is? That's all my fault! I could have acted in a different way that would have maybe saved her from the spell. But I didn't...
The minutes passed very fast as I processed all the information, I knew that that kind of spell the cure was always unsure. It always depended on how the patient reacted...But as I said, time flew away and soon I heard steps and Minerva McGonnagal was walking in the infirmary. The first thing I noticed was that she was walking with the same confidence she's been in the past thirty years. That made me feel better already.
"Oh, Lilly! Are you ok?" She said as approached the bed. She knew who I was! I couldn't believe! Everything was fine with her! Her memory wasn't damaged. Util, of course, two things happened. One: I noticed that I hadn't responded, and second: the next thing she was about to say: "Mrs. Evans! I am talking to you!" My head flipped. I looked at my dad and he frowned. Minerva looked at him too and her eyes went wide. She stood petrified for a couple of minutes until I asked: "Professor?" and she shook her head as if coming back from somewhere else. "I'm sorry...I guess I thought you were...I thought you were Lilly, Lilly Evans" and then surprisingly she sat on the bed, and putting one of her hands on my face she said with such a kind voice I bet it surprised even my dad: "Oh Lilly...You two are so similar! In more than just looks you know...If your grandmother were in that same situation you were two days ago I bet she would have acted exactly the same way". For the first time in my whole life, I saw the beauty in my headmaster, it was when she smiled.
We stood still, in that position, smiling to each other for a quite bit until her badassness came back and she stood up as quickly as a lightning, "Well, I've got to go now. I know you'll get better soon. If there's anyone strong enough this person is you Mrs.Potter." And like that, she left the room.
My parents managed to bring everyone, except for Rose of course, out of the room to let me rest when it was about 2:00a.m. Soon we started blabbering around until a picky meaning came up. "So...You and Scorpius..." Rose started, I hated talking about boys... "Come on Ro...I hate him! You can have it if you want" I said trying to change the subject. "Me?" she asked as if I had offended her, "No... I'm interested in another person anyway..."she said blushing. I looked at her surprised, the Rose I knew wouldn't get distracted by any boy.
"Who??" I fiercely asked, "Ok, guess,"she said excited as started describing the boy, "he's blond, has blue eyes, very pale..." then some kind of disappointment went down my spine, of course, Scorpius and she were together..."Boo-hoo, why didn't you say you and Malfoy were together before?" I asked. "Scor? No! I was talking about Lysander..." she said shyly, "What?" I said completely amazed. "We started dating last summer before I went to Beauxbatons... He's very sweet you know..." and her face was getting redder and redder, for some reason, I started feeling very happy, maybe the medicine had actually started working! "So yes, the path is free! Go ahead, Scorpius is so into yours..." She laughed as I faced her with my angry stare, "I do not like him and he does not like me either ok?"I said restlessly. "So, why are you blushing so much?" she asked trying to hide her smirk. I was about to give her a very not polite answer but she started talking first: "Moony, listen to me ok? I and Scor are friends. Long term friends. I know him. And I know you," I was about to say it wasn't truth but she kept going, "Before you say it's not true, I want you to remember that I've always been there for you, and you've always been there for me. I'll always take care of you! You're my little sister, and you know it! So, give him a chance...And even before you start whining I'll go to the Ravenclaw's tower get some sleep. You should too." She kissed the point of my nose and practically ran out of through the white beds, until the dark corridor where I couldn't see her anymore.
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The Potter's Daughter
FanfictionA mischievous little girl A proud Slytherin Her hair, red as fire, flammable personality His, crystal blonde, cold behavior None of them plan on surrendering... -------------------------------- -------------------------------- ---- "Little Lilly" kn...