Lillian Potter | Harry Potter's Twin Sister

Chapter 10

The rest of the weekend was absolutely horrid. Madam Pomfrey insisted on keeping Harry and I in the hospital wing for the rest of the weekend. Being alone, with the exception of people visiting Harry and I, was probably the worst thing ever. Being alone meant that yes, I had Harry to talk to, but he wasn't the happiest person either.

Being alone meant I was trapped in my own thoughts.

It was currently night time, and we were leaving the hospital wing tomorrow morning. I wasn't sure if Harry had already fallen asleep, but the room was dead silent.

I was upset about losing the Quidditch match, and my broom being basically destroyed. But that was only half of what was bothering me.

Every time I fell asleep, I would hear my mother pleading with Voldemort not to kill Harry and I. To take her instead, to have mercy... Her screams echoed in my ears, and Voldemort's manic laughing haunted me. I couldn't think about anything else.

Nobody else had to constantly hear their dead mother pleading with Voldemort not to kill her children. Nobody else fainted when they encountered dementors, nobody else had to grow up being neglected and abused by their aunt and uncle, and no other 13 year old had to encounter Voldemort three times in their live. Most people knew what it was like to have a mum or dad.

I didn't feel like I was in my own head. I didn't feel like myself, I was trapped in my own thoughts, and I couldn't escape. A tear started trickling down my cheek, and expecting to have nightmares of my mother screaming and pleading, I fell asleep.

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"I'm just glad I'm out of that stupid hospital wing," I told Fred in the corridor, before dinner. What we were was still a bit confusing to me, because we hadn't defined it yet. Either way, I still was happy to be with him.

"It sucks pretty bad in there," Fred said, as we walked through the crowd of students. "I'm glad you're out too."

I gave him a smile, but it quickly slipped off my face when I saw Malfoy imitating Harry and I falling off of our brooms to a crowd of Slytherins. I felt anger start boiling inside of me, and the urge to hex Malfoy was stronger than ever.

"I'll show him something that feels worse than dementors," I growled, pulling my wand out of my pocket and beginning to storm off towards Malfoy.

"Lily, no," Fred laughed, sending butterflies through my stomach when he caught me around the waist from behind, pulling me backwards.

I actually could not believe how stupid and gooey Fred could make me feel, but I liked it. His arms felt strong around me, and when I was with him I could just forget about all of my insane worries.

"Fred Weasley, stopping someone from starting a fight? Shocking," I said, spinning around in his arms to face him. We were pretty close at this point, and my stomach did a somersault when his eyes scanned over mine.

"On a second thought, go get him," Fred teased, turning around and pretending to walk away.

"Oh, no," I laughed, grabbing his hands and pulling him back towards me. "I think I'm pretty okay where I am now." I looked up at him into his eyes, still smiling.

Fred's smile softened, and the next thing I knew, he leaned in, connecting our lips softly. It felt just like the first time he kissed me, like there were sparks.

Someone yanked my hair, dragging me away from Fred.

"OLIVIA! You ruined my moment," I shouted, being dragged away. I looked back at Fred, who was laughing hysterically. "Meet me in the common room later- OW!"