Lily Potter (Harry Potter's Twin)

Chapter 77

Published July 26,2018

I sat on my four poster bed that night, staring at the blue light of my prophecy. I was terrified, yet in awe. Why was I able to catch up to peers of my age by magical education standards so quickly? How was I able to master nonverbal spells in such little time? How was I able to apparate on my first try? Why could I understand Parsel tongue? Things didn't add up. Not to pat myself on the back, but sometimes I amazed myself. I fought off a curse in record time. All these things were amazingly beneficial to me, yet they did not make logical sense. Perhaps the prophecy was the answer telling me why I could do these mysterious things.

I gazed upon my prophecy further, in deep thought. My reflection looked back at me. Eyes green and pleading for answers that did not come. Shallow, pale skin encased me, a reminder of the effects the curse had on my looks. I had stopped wearing makeup once I returned to Hogwarts. I needed more time to sleep and study. Makeup seemed unimportant during a time such as this. Harry made a comment yesterday about how I seemed to be in a mood, wearing less makeup and not fully presenting myself as I used to. My hair was rarely washed.

"Lily," Harry whispered to me before I headed up to sleep. "You seem to be in a funk, you aren't taking care of yourself like you used to. I have to admit, I'm worried."

"I'm fine," I tried to convince him.

"You look homeless," he admitted. I scoffed.

"Gee, thanks," I glared.

"Lily, I'm not trying to offend! I'm worried!"

I sighed.

"I'm sorry," I frowned. "I have been more... depressed since I woke up and came back here..."

"Understandable," Harry said, pulling me into his arms for a hug. "I am here for you. Just talk to me. We are family."

We are family. Those words cheered me up.

"Thank you," I said into his robes. He smelled like leather and sweets.

"Okay, now go shower, I can smell you from the dungeons."

My wet hair dropped onto the orb, then sizzled off the warm surface. I theorized that it collected the warmth from the air around it for when I brought it out, my entire bed became cold. The chill was similar to the atmosphere of the ministry.

I thought about Malfoy. Seeing him struggle to rebuild the vanishing cabinet made me grimace. I had not told anyone what actual happened in the Room. I closed my eyes as I recalled the moment.

The girl had left the room to go stand watch out in the corridor. I walked closer to Malfoy who had finally turned back to an antique looking cabinet. I made small, slow steps towards him in efforts to keep my movements quiet. I doubt he would hear my normal walking pace as he was talking so loudly to himself.

"She would know how to fix this, why did you have to kill her?" Malfoy cursed. So, he was the one to kill the mysterious Opal, if that was the her he was talking about. "She could have helped..."

"What happened?" I whispered, hoping he would just acknowledge this whisper as a sound of the Room, which would often feel as though it was trying to talk. He looked around. Trying to find the source of the voice.

"Who is there?" Malfoy asked, very calmly and quietly. He looked around, closing his eyes. I felt him start to reach out with his mind, quickly I tried to make my mind blank and shield it. He shot his eyes open. "I wont hurt you."

I debated for a moment. Before, Dumbledore wanted me to try to talk to Malfoy and get him on our side, to be a spy just as Snape is. Yet Sirius was very, extremely against it, as was Fred. Malfoy tried to kill me. He was still plotting my murder.