It was a dark august night. Someone was knocking on the door as if their life depended on it. lily got up and reached for her dressing gown. She descended the stairs with caution, her wand lit. by the time she reached the door, the knocking had gotten even more intense. she lightly lifted the latch and peaked outside to get a look at the person responsible for disturbing her. As she slowly opened the door, a mop of black hair attacked her. She was about to stupefy the intruder when she heard the soft sobs of the person. Lily wouldn't have to be in her consciousness to know who that was.