Lillian Potter | Harry Potter's Twin Sister

Chapter 2

"Lock the girl Potter up, Draco. Do as I say," a voice sounded.

Draco Malfoy stood in the Slytherin common room, and it seemed to be pretty late. His eyes were glazed over, and there were bags under them. His hair was messier than I could have ever imagined, and he almost looked like a robot.

Malfoy said nothing, instead, he just walked out of the common room, following the voice's every command. It must've been the Imperius Curse! I was hearing the voice that was telling Draco what to do. It all clicked.

Then I saw myself. I was running down a hallway, Ava was a bit behind me, and I rounded the corner, and BOOM! I was pulled into a broom closet by Draco Malfoy! Not that it was his fault...

I had said a few wise remarks to Malfoy, attempted to hex him, and my wand was taken and I was stuck in a broom closet with Malfoy.

"Kill her, Draco," I heard the voice in Malfoy's head hiss as he stepped out of the broom closet. I was pretty sure that I was in his perspective at the moment, and that was why nobody else was hearing the voice.

"No!" he yelled, snapping out of it. His eyes returned to normal, and he looked around, confused. After trying to figure out how he had gotten there in the first place, he eventually walked back to his common room.

"Lily... Lily... LILY! Wake up!"

Harry smacked me in the head with a book. I groaned, kicking him without opening my eyes.

"What was that for?" I said, sitting up and opening my eyes.

"You've been sleeping for hours more than you usually do, and you wouldn't wake up even when I jumped on your bed," Harry said.

"Did you have the dream?" I asked suddenly.

"Dream? What dream? Oh, you mean the one where Ron turned into a troll and ate all of the food in the Great Hall?" Harry asked, frowning.

I stared at him for a moment, giving him a weird look.

"Er, no. You know how Quirrell was talking about the Imperius Curse and Malfoy on the night we fought him?" I said. "I had a dream that I was in his perspective the night that I was, er, captured."

"Well, that's a lot worse than Ron turning into a troll and eating all of the food in the Great Hall," Harry mumbled. I smacked him.

"Harry, this is serious! What if it means something, like the dream with the green light and Mum dying, or whatever other weird dreams we've had," I said.

"Sorry. Maybe you were just having a nightmare, Lily-"

"No, Harry! It wasn't a nightmare, that's what actually happened. I'm certain," I said.

"I believe you," Harry said. He couldn't do anything else.

"Sorry for flipping out, I was just mad. Hey, why is this bloody door locked still?" I yelled, turning the door knob continuously and kicking the door.

"They're not letting us out. The hippo even installed a flap so he can shove food through it," Harry snickered. I looked down, and sure enough, there was a dog door.