if you could only see the beast you've made of me
i held it in but now it seems you've set it running free
They all whispered about her - Harry Potter's daughter - the werewolf - Lily Luna Potter.
She was bitten at age thirteen - she used to smile. She always had a beautiful smile - it would light up her whole face.
Her skin was beautiful - perfect. Pale, untouched, as virginal as the wedding dresses she used to smile at in windows. Then the scar on her shoulder - like a crescent moon, almost pretty but never quite because they know what it means - appeared.
Now her {perfect virginal lovely} skin is scarred, scars that will never go away. It's almost fitting. Before that summery night when she was thirteen, she was optimistic, sweet, unmarred. Now every inch is a constant reminder, of how happy she used to be, how pretty, how sweet.
How she used to smile.
now there's no holding back, i'm making to attack
my blood is singing with your voice, i want to pour it out
the saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound
i hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground
It took her four years, but she found him.
No one ever told her who bit her - who created the monster who doesn't smile and has bags under her eyes.
But they didn't realize - they can't keep secrets from Lily Luna Potter. Both Harry and Ginny Potter were almost {almostalmostnotquite} Slytherins, and their daughter is the same cunning type.
She ruffles through piles and piles of files until she finds hers - Potter, Lily L.
"You'll regret looking for it, Lily," Ginny whispers, but Lily has to do this. She has to.
She skims the page, and the file drops out of her hand.
"No," she whispers. "Not him!"
Because the page reads 'Lorcan Scamander', the boy she loved, the boy who left that night.
{She think.s she always kinda knew, but she always was good at pretending and lying to herself}
She stands up. The full moon is in three hours and she knows where he is in her heart. She was bitten there.
Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers
Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters
A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night
May still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright
Godric's Hollow is so lovely in the evening. The forest around it is even prettier. {Looks are so deceiving.} She walks barefoot, leaves crunching under her feet.
He's on his knees, praying. He hears her and looks up.
It takes him a minute, but he recognizes her.
"Lily?" he whispers, so sweet.
"Lorcan." Her tone is cold, ice cold.
This is not the girl he used to know.
"Lily, I-" his words turn to screams. It's the full moon.
Moments later, she lunges. He made this monster. He'll pay.