❝She wore her scars as her best attire, a stunning dress of hellfire.❞
In a world where children are orphaned by dark wizards and destinies are bestowed upon the most unlikely of people, Lily Potter II must choose between what is good and what is ri...
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LILY SAT ON top of an old oak table that looked like it would collapse at any moment, whilst the other four champions, including her brother, stood a little ways away. As she subconsciously tapped her nails against the worn wood, a cloud of pewter-gray smoke popped in an a colorfully-dress woman emerged prominently from it. The woman, Rita Skeeter, had platinum-blonde hair that was set in large, rigid curls that contrasted oddly against her heavy-jawed fist. She had studded spectacles pushed to the end of her nose and her lips were rouged and cheeks were blushed. She smiled excitedly at the bunch and Lily reluctantly moved to stand with the others.
"What a charismatic quartet. Hello!" She greeted in her honeyed voice. She walked over and shook each of her hands. "I'm Rita Skeeter, I write for the daily prophet. But of course you know that don't you. It's you we don't know, you're the news."
"What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks?" She actreses Fleur's cheek and then smacked it, causing Fleur to blink surprisedly. They all already did not like the woman. "What mysteries do the muscles mask? Does courage lie beneath those curls? In short, what makes a champion tick. Me, myself and I want to know. Not to mention my rabid readers."
Harry and Lily exchanged glances and looked back at the women with distaste.
"So, who's feeling up to sharing? Mmm?" She looked over them and her eyes landed upon the twins, "Shall we start with the youngest? Lovely."
She took Harry and Lily by their wrists and the other three watched as she led them into a storage closet. She turned toward them as the squeezed into the small space and Rita's chest was only inches away from Harry's.
She smiled, "This is cosy."
"It's a broom-cupboard." Harry replied.
"You should feel right at home then." She replied. Lily scoffed and Harry looked uncomfortable as they moved farther into the room where it became slightly more spacious.
"Don't mind if I use the quill do you?" Rita asked rhetorically as a magic quill and pad levitated in the air behind her.
"Oh, no." Harry shook his head anyway.
"So Harry, Lillian," She began, "Here you sit, mere twins of age twelve..."
"Fourteen." Harry and Lily corrected her in unison.
"...about to compete against three other students. Not only vastly more emotionally mature than yourself but have mastered spells that you wouldn't attempt in your dizziest daydreams." She continued, "Concerned?"
"I dunno." Harry shrugged, looking at Lily for guidance. "I haven't really thought about it."
"Course you're not just any ordinary siblings, twins, of twelve are you...?"
