She tossed her head back, her midnight black hair cascading down her back into a puddle form on the bathroom floor. Her emerald eyes glassy and full with unshed tears. She sat there with her only friend. The blade.
Her petite figure was crushed, her legs tucked to her chest, one hand wrapped around her wrist tightly. Her back arched as she looked to the ceiling.
She sobbed into the silence thinking what the reporters would say if they found out about this. 'The chosen one's daughter'.
She retreated back against the wall as the door of the bathroom open slowly showing the tall blonde haired figure of Scorpius Malfoy.
His eyes moved around the bathroom slowly landing on her.
She stood up on her shaky legs pushed away from the wall as she pulled at her James' old quidditch top still keeping pressure on her wrist.
Lily sent a glare his way hoping they'd still work considering the tears were building up.
Scorpius move in carefully, trying not to make her scared. 'Alright?' He asked, before thinking stupidly what the fuck? I don't even like her.. And then of course she isn't!
She watched as curiosity, hatred and pity crossed his face. She peered down at the floor where her blade lay bathed in blood, before looking at him with wide eyes.
He mimicked her eyes seeing where they'd fall, surprised to see pool of blood surrounding a sliver blade. He shivered visibly before his eyes met hers again.
'Watcha doing potter?' He whispered as he strode towards her. Lily jumped back cowering against the wall as she let go of her wrist and glimpsed blood dripping out slowly.
He stopped in his tracks as the blood poured from her wrist and hand, 'Should I get your brothers?' He asked hesitantly, not knowing completely what to do.
She shook her head taking a strand of hair and twirling it before whimpering, 'Y'know I only have one friend... It's at my feet. In that puddle.' She was shaking now he noticed, 'Secrets are great to keep, From what I have heard anyway...' She told him, chocking on her last few words before pressing her back against the wall and sliding down gently taking her wrist again in her blood soaked hand.
He shuffled next to her, placing a hand around her shoulder bringing her closer. He broke down her walls, giving her hope and comfort as she began to sob into the crook of his neck.
He resisted the urge to shrug the youngest potter off him but instead pulled her closer muttering sweet nothing's in her ear as her breathing became steady and her eyes fluttered closed.
How was he to get out of this.
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