Just call me Lil (HP next generation)

Chapter 1 - Your eyes are like the light I could never see

~Two Years Later, Lily's Third Year At Hogwarts~

Lily

I push myself through the crowd, I am running late for Potions, my flaming red hair dancing behind me.

I frown and turn around for a second because I think someone has said my name. I shouldn't have done that.

Because of my change of speed I bump into a muscled torso (oops this guy is a tiny bit bigger than me. note the sarcasm) and I look up at his (probably handsome) face.

"Sorry," I mumble. The boy seems familiar, but I cannot recall his name.

Nevertheless, he seems to have come from heaven. My emerald green eyes widen while looking at him for just a second.

His hair is strawberry-blond and his eyes are a blur of grey and light blue. I know those eyes... but to what name do they belong?

I think I can see some golden spots around his pupils, though that can also be from the sudden light shining through the huge windows facing the grounds around Hogwarts.

I lower my eyes, and they come across a Prefect badge.

It is when I read the house that a cloud blocks the light of the sun.

Slytherin. Great.

Wait... this must be Scorpius. Malfoy. Why has he become even more handsome? It's been two years since I saw him on the platform and oh my.

"Sorry," I say again and I use a simple charm to levitate his books and I make them land softly in his arms.

Finally, I can perform a spell correctly when being in front of someone else - particularly in front of an angel.

I want to walk further, but I hit his shoulder. His muscles tense for a second, but then they relax again.

"Sorry," I mumble again, my face being as red as my hair.

"My bad," he responds with a crooked smile.

I try to smile back, but at that point he is already gone.

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When I open my book during potions, I notice a little piece of yellowish parchment between the pages. I don't open it, though, paying attention is more useful than reading a little note.

I may be a prankster thanks to my brothers, but I'm also someone who wants to follow the lessons. Every. Single. One.

However, I feel my thoughts wandering during Professor Figwit's story, so I decide to read it anyway.

Your eyes are like the light

I could never see

Your hair is like the warmth

the warmth missing in me

I wish I could say these little

thoughts to you now

Even though I am a prankster too

I have no idea how

So that's why I've written them down

I swear, I truly mean them

Meet me next Sunday on the fifth floor

at nine pm

I gasp and look around to see if anyone has seen me reading. Who the hell sent me this? Who would?!

I mean, I am a bit popular, but the boys aren't exactly falling for me.

Apparently they do, or well, this one does.

The rest of the lesson I'm not paying attention at all and I'm drawing weird figures on an old, ripped piece of parchment, while the poem is repeated endlessly in my head.

Meet me next Sunday on the fifth floor, at nine pm.

Sunday. That's tomorrow.

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Hii :D

I hope you liked this chapter haha well at least I did

So, obviously, the big question is: Whose poem was it? And was it meant to be for Lily, or did someone make a mistake...?

x Brits