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❝Want a picture, Malfoy?❞
❝I wouldn't say no, Henderson.❞
In which, Lillian Henderson, a gryffindor, has to gather all the courage she has to help her friends fight the Ministry of Magic currently overtaking Hogwarts, as a certain Slythe...
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Lillian gasped for air. The cold breeze came in contact with the skin of her face and she started moving her feet not to sink under the water once more. Terror dawned on her face as she realized she had made another prophecy. It was the only explanation.
Lillian yelped, noticing her friends were already close to the shore. She felt dizzy and she struggled to swim, her body feeling so heavy she was constantly being pulled under water. She finally reached the shore, coughing violently, her forehead pressed on the large dark rock, not strong enough to pull herself out entirely.
She raised her head up when she felt a presence in front of her. Ron was on one knee, swiftly lifting the girl in the air, carrying her for a few seconds until he was sure she was far enough from the water. He put her down but kept an arm around her waist as he noticed how pale she was. He squinted his eyebrows and looked over at Harry and Hermione who were quick to understand the blonde girl wasn't doing so well.
"There's gonna be a battle. At Hogwarts," blurted Lillian. She made eye contact with Harry, "We have to go there."
"I-I know, there's a Horcruxe in the castle," Harry responded, "Did you see where it was?"
Her eyes narrowed, "N-No, I didn't see... that."
"What did you see?"
Lillian found herself out of breath, pushing past Ron, almost falling over. Instinctively, he stepped forward, scared to see her crashing down. He shivered as he watched Lillian put her arms protectively around her chest.
Lillian breathed out, slowly turning around to meet the scared gazes of her best friends, "My dad being killed."
Hermione brought her hands over her mouth as Ron gasped, suddenly feeling dizzy as well.
Henry was like a second father to him. He had grown up with the Henderson's just like Lillian had grown up with the Weasley's.
Henry had taught Ron how to play chess and he was such a good professor that Henry was never once able to beat him after Ron came back from his first year at Hogwarts. Ron would also spend hours listening to Henry's stories about his life as an Auror, literally mesmerizing the young red-haired boy.
Lillian repressed her tears as she crouched down to grab Hermione's bag, pulling out a sweater. Hermione stepped forward, covering the girl's figure as she took off her damp shirt, the two girls making eye contact. Lillian could feel the pain radiating from her best friend and she bit her lip, feeling a small tear rolling down her cheek.
Hermione placed her hand on the girl's face, pressing her thumb under her eye as she wiped the tear away. Lillian closed her eyes, leaning against the soft and warm skin, a small smile on her lips.
"What happened?" Lillian asked softly, looking at Harry, "What did you see?"
"He knows what we're trying to do," Harry said. "He knows if we find and destroy all of the Horcruxes we'll be able to kill him."
