Lily Potter (Harry Potter's Twin)

Chapter 84

         

The sun was not up yet. I opened my eyes to a dark room. I felt wide awake, even after such tiring activities. I looked over to Fred. He was holding me still, even in his sleep. I though of a story I had heard in Muggle School. It my teacher of World History. She was younger, fresh out of the University. She was giving us teens insight on her personal life.

"I was once dating a man who would drunk dial me to remind me how awful I was, that he hated me and that I should die. In the morning he would apologize and blame it on the alcohol. My current Fiancé drunk dials me to remind me how beautiful I am, how blessed he is to love me and to marry me."

At the time, all I thought of the story was how her significant others seemed to both have substance abuse problems. But now, with Fred, I saw the point of her story. The sun slowly began to rise, a streak of lighter blue appeared in the window. I sat up, pulling away from Fred.

Surprisingly, be bolted right up and looked to me frantically.

"You changed your mind, didn't you? Oh, Merlin, I'm so sorry, Lily Elizabeth. I should have known you weren't—"

"Fredrick, shush before you wake anyone up, idiot," I said, locating his pajama bottoms. "Here, put these on. It is almost morning, your mother will be waking up soon."

"Oh," said Fred. He snatched up the pants. I looked away as he moved to put them on, blushing. I grabbed my shirt, pulled it over my head. Fred sighed. I looked back at him. "You're so beautiful, darling."

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my bottoms and spilled back into them. I walked quietly to the dresser and grabbed him a shirt. I was finally able to crawl back into the warmth of the bed. I cuddled into him but found myself unable to sleep.

"Fred?"

"Hmm?" he hummed.

"I can't sleep," I said, moving over to look at him.

"Why?"

"I shouldn't have walked around, I'm too awake now."

"I know what can tire you out," joked Fred.

Silence.

"Never mind," he chuckled. "Those won't be as funny now, huh?"

"I mean, maybe with better timing," I said. "Joke placement is important."

Fred began to fall back asleep.

"I can't believe how amazing a night this was," I whispered. He nodded, too far back to sleep.

The night was warm. Summer and the number of bodies caused the Burrow to remain at a steady humid atmosphere during nights such as this one.

"I'm seventeen," I realized aloud.

In the full glory of the morning, I arrived in the kitchen with Fred to find a pile of presents waiting on the table. Bill and Monsieur Delacour were finishing their breakfast, while Mrs. Weaskey stood chatting to them over the frying pan.

"Happy seventeenth birthday, Lily," said Mrs. Weasley, beaming at me. "Here is my present, right on top of the pile to the right."

A pile for me and a pile for Harry.

I sat down, took the square parcel she had indicated and unwrapped it. It held the most intricate box. I tried to open it, but it did not budge. There was a note on top of it with a single word. Surreptitious. I turned the parchment over to see the rest of the note. Meaning secretive and sneaky. This jewelry box is made to hold the most valuable and good dreams that you possess and may only be opened with this word.