Lily Potter (Harry Potter's Twin)

Chapter 83

"I can't wait to show you what I did to your room, Lily," Mrs Weasley started. "It's so beautiful!"

I pulled my trunk through the entrance of the Burrow. It was still warm, all the yarn knitting itself and the pans washing themselves, but the air seemed heavier. Even the happiest of places were still affected, I guess.

"I know I'll love anything you did," I smiled. She led the way up the stairs.

"Here we are, nice and cozy, isn't it?" She opened the door to an absolutely wonderful room: The walls were a light, off-white pink; Gryffindor banners hung by the window to show my school pride; framed photos of Fred and me, Harry and I, and even my parents, hung on the wall; the bed was slightly bigger with a large fluffy white comforter with a warm-toned knitted blanket to top it; and by the closet was a small cat lounger for Riley.

"Wow," said Harry, glancing in. "Can't even tell it used to be a boys room, huh?"

"It is absolutely perfect," I said, smiling widely and hugging Mrs. Weasley.

"I mean, it's not that big of a deal—"

"Yes, it is," I corrected her. "I've never had my own space like this before, that is truly mine!"

"You're welcome," she said, brimming with happiness.

"Did you knit this blanket yourself?" I asked.

"I did," Mrs. Weasley said. "I can show you the knitting patterns later, let me get the boys to their room..."

I glanced at my bed, it was calling my name, my eyelids grew heavy just staring at it...

"I think I am long overdue for a nap," I said. "Wake me if anything interesting happens!"

"Will do," said Ronald.

Pulling the sheets back and slipping in, I began to feel the anxiety creep upon me again. The small voice in my head tried to reason with me, but I again shushed it. Instead, I thought about Hermione. Her plan was to alter her parents' memories and send them to Austrailia to protect them from the Death Eaters.

See, she is doing everything to protect the people she loves.

Turning over, I pushed myself to instead think about the locket they were lying in my trunk. How was I supposed to get things back on track? When I first got here, I was excited and thought by me taking it was the best option. But now I didn't know what to do...

Planning how to fix it pushed any unwanted thoughts from my head. I fell asleep with a look of strong worry on my face. My sleep was full of different shapes that formed around me. A few looked like Dumbledore's blue eyes, but then were muddled by a flash a green then turned black and burnt like his hand was... Then I saw a rope, made my way towards it to climb, but when I pulled it turned to rubber and stretched down, down, down, until it snapped like a rubber band... I was free falling.

I woke up with a start, trashing in my previously neat bed. I sat up and closed my eyes, trying to calm my heartbeat. It was only a dream. Outside was dark, my nap seemed to last longer than expected.

Voices carried up the stairs. I jumped out of bed, knowing who was going to be there. I peeked into the kitchen to see Fred casually leaning against the counter. I must have slept through dinner. He was chatting with George and Bill. I continued to watch for a moment until George spotted me, and smiled.

"Look who finally decided to join us," he said. Fred turned his eyes to meet mine. The pupils dilated slightly. I slowly entered the room, trying to not seem to eager, but my eyes did not leave him.