Lily Potter (Harry Potter's Twin)

Chapter 82

McGonagall sent news that the students would leave after Dumbledore's Funeral, which would be in a couple of days. Classes were cancelled, examinations postponed. The stress of the year was gone, yet it wasn't right. No one was joyful for the summer holidays. It was all so sudden, everyone was still in the midst of confusion and sadness.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't feel like a failure anymore. I couldn't blame myself for things that were out of my control. My skin was finally glowing with life again, I was eating more and gaining back my old body that I felt comfortable in. I took the first day without classes to myself, isolation was what I needed. I sat in my dorm and wrote down everything I was feeling. It helped re-center myself, as clique as it felt. I started training again. I felt healthy, both physically and mentally.

My hair was down to my chest now, a comfortable length. It was perfect for a messy bun at the top of my head. I smiled when I finally got it perfect, pulling some loose strands to frame my face.

"You are looking better," commented Hermione while we got ready for the day.

"Thanks, I feel good, oddly enough," I said. The healing of me was at the worst time. I was thriving with myself again while the world seemed to be slowly falling apart. I knew that Harry felt as though his world fell apart.

Hermione sighed, understanding completely. We talked after that night. She admitted she thought I was dead when she saw the Dark Mark. The others did, too. They saw me get taken up to the tower, then saw the Dark Mark shining over the castle. To put it simply, it bonded us. It made the war real to her.

"Lily," she said, her eyes full of overwhelming sadness. "I... I think I need to Obliviate my parents..."

I paused. She was getting personal and bare, very unlike her normal 'boss vibes.'

"It could be the only way to protect them," Hermione continued. "Voldemort's platform is extremely for the extermination of Muggle-Borns. They are at risk just from that, but then to add my association with Harry and you and the Order? I need them to be safe."

Her eyes were serious and steady. Hermione has obviously thought about this, considered it for some time. The death of Dumbledore made her choice clear.

"Then we should do that," I agreed, showing my support.

"Thank you," she smiled, then paused, looking at my slyly before adding, "Could we perhaps not tell the boys about it, just for the time being? I don't want them to make a big deal about it, you know how Harry gets..."

"Of course," I nodded, understanding.

And that was the end of that. Ever since that night, we had a stronger relationship. As good as the moment was, I was thankful beyond measures that terrible night was in the past, where I would like it to stay forever.

Witches and Wizards, Fred and George included, began pouring into Hogsmeade's inns to prepare to pay their last respects to Dumbledore.

Some excitement was caused among the younger students and me when a powder-blue carriage the size of a house, pulled by a dozen giant winged palominos, came soaring out of the sky in the late afternoon before the funeral and landed on the edge of the forest. I watched from a window as a gigantic and handsome olive-skinned, black-haired woman descended the carriage steps and threw herself into the waiting Hagrid's arms. Meanwhile, a delegation of Ministry officials, including the Minister of Magic himself, was being accommodated within the castle. I was diligently avoiding contact with any of them, I was sure I would soon be asked my account of Dumbledore's death. Harry avoided them so he wouldn't be asked to account for Dumbledore's last excursion from Hogwarts.