"Lily?"
I sat up and rubbed my eyes, momentarily freaked out that I had no idea where I was. But my brain settled as the memories of last night filled my mind. Peter sat across from me on the coffee table. I blinked at him, not sure of what to say. I had completely forgotten that he didn't know what was going on. He was in the dark, probably going out of his mind at the thought of magic.
"Hey." I said, tucking my hair behind my ear. "I'm sure you're…confused."
He stood, running his hands through his hair. "Confused?" He looked at me with frantic eyes, then stopped, then started pacing again. "I'm not just confused. I'm freaking out. And this whole time, I kept looking at you, thinking that you would be confused too! But no! You're completely calm!"
I pursed my lips. "Well..I wouldn't say completely calm, but-"
"So I just want- No. I need to know what the bloody hell is going on. And don't play dumb and act like you don't know. Because I know you know." He sat down in front of me, and looked absolutely insane. His hair was sticking out all over the place, his eyes were wide and dilated, and he was leaning toward me, and for the first time ever, I was a little afraid of him.
I pulled my knees up to my chest. "Um…Peter. It's not that I don't want to tell you…it's just…hard to explain."
"Hard to explain?!?!" He yelled. He stood and leaned over me. "Well figure it out. I don't enjoy being lied to."
I stood up and looked up at him, refusing to cower. "I lied to protect you. I needed to have a normal life, Peter!"
He began to pace. "Normal life?! Why the hell would you even want a normal life-"
"I DON'T HAVE MAGIC!" I screamed at him. He stopped in his tracks, eyes wide at my outburst. I relaxed, and smoothed my dress. "Well…I didn't think I did. But turns out I do. And I'm powerful. And from what I gather, those people were after me and wanted to kill me. We're lucky we got out alive." I sat back down on the couch, my chest beginning to ache. "I can't say the same for the rest of my family. I don't even know if they're okay."
He didn't move to comfort me and didn't say a word. We stayed in those positions, Peter standing in the corner and me folded into myself, until Hugo came down the stairs.
He stopped as we both looked up at him. "Woah. I think the temperature just dropped ten degrees. We survived, abominable snowmen. Warm up a little, will you?" He walked into the kitchen, leaving us alone again. I looked at Peter, who was looking toward the stairs.
"I'm going to take a shower." he mumbled, before running up the stairs and out of sight.
I stood and walked into the kitchen, suddenly finding myself ravenous for food. What time was it? I looked toward the clock and it read 4:46. In the evening?!
Hugo was watching me carefully. "After I buried the boy, you were both knocked out. I woke up at around noon, Peter woke up a little after that. I tried to explain everything…but he wanted to hear it from you. But you were dead to the world, probably trying to regain the energy from getting hit by the Killing Curse. I told him not to wake you…" he trailed off, but didn't take his eyes off of me. "You're taking this a lot better than I thought."
"Better than you thought?" I felt heat rise in me. "Better than you thought?! How am I supposed to be taking this, Hugo?! I'm barely holding myself together! All because I'm a bloody powerful witch! I never asked for this! I was perfectly happy as a Muggle!"
