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7- Sleep
A: N/ Thinking of making playlists for each chapter. Would you guys be interested to hear these? Also short chapter, I'm sorry. There is just a lot you need to know from the past before Harry goes to Hogwarts for his third year and Lilah goes on her wild goose chase. Or should I say "Dog Chase?" Anyway hope you enjoy this chapter and I hope this chapter confuses the hell out of you. This chapter is made to confuse you and trick you slightly; like something from the past... Okay I'm giving too much away. Bye.)
Artists I listened to while writing this:
- The Weeknd
-Big Sean
- Halsey
- Against The Current
- Tonight Alive
- Twenty One Pilots
Flashes of the past invaded Lilah's mind just before she woke.
It was becoming like before. Like when she first arrived at Occultum. Being back was already driving her insane. She thought she has moved on.
But it's happening again. Where the mind destroys every concept of sleep. Where sleep becomes non-existent.
Only one person in the past had been able to sooth her fully of this condition. Two if you counted the man whose name she would never mention. The man whose name no one would dare to mention. It's a shame now both of these men have a tag of shame hanging above their heads today. When they both don't deserve them.
Others had helped in the past, sure. Lily, James, Remus, Marlene, Alexander.
But it was these two men that took her problems away.
How she hated it, how these men were the cures to her problems. How she hated relying on others and how she hated it that she had to rely on two people she would never had even considered being helpful. She hated how her life was made better by them. She felt like she was stepping into the role of a damsel in distress; and there was nothing she despised more than the idea of that.
She had many contradictions in her personality. She didn't care for social ladders and stepping stones but she didn't like to be hated, she found it fun; but deep inside she wondered why people felt this way about her. As for social stepping stones, well, she didn't care for marriage; it was but a piece of paper to her.
Another contradiction within her was Lilah and the two men... They took each other away from their problems and boy did they all have them. Some never were resolved, war is nasty. Some still could be, but situations change and with them so do people's attitudes.
"No, not again" Lilah woke with a start mumbling under her breath.
Images flew though her head as she ran to the bathroom for a glass of water.
'" You're not as bad as the character you portray are you?" She smirked.
He smirked back "Oh yeah?"
"Nope. You're not a bad boy at all. You're a giant nerd who loves poetry, coffee and jumpers"
"Well..." He mumbled." Maybe some of that is correct sweetheart" he said slowly.
"Maybe?" she raised her eyebrows.
He laughed "Okay all"
"Grow up Lilah" she mumbled to herself, splashing her face with water.
"He murdered people" she said. Hatred filling her lungs once again.
"So did the other" she walked away from the sink throwing her wand across the room, on to the rickety old chair in the corner.
However, no matter how hard she tried she couldn't shake the past out of her mind. The memories had stained her brain and would torment her forever.
"You smoke?" She coughed as he sent a gust of smoke towards her face.
"Occasionally" He shrugged taking another hit on his cigarette.
She pulled a face of disgust at him "Disgusting"
He blew smoke into her face again "Don't be like that love"
His signature smirk crept on to his face. He pushed his long black hair back out of his eyes and his baggy jumper up his arms. His posture was the same as always. Like a god. It's funny for an atheist. It's even funnier when the observation was made by one also.
"You're killing yourself slowly" She rolled her eyes at him. She loved to feel wise. Especially around someone who thought like a philosopher and talked like the Messiah.
"And where did you hear that news love?" He asked an amused expression on his face. He leant towards her and pushed her hair back behind her ear. He was now sat parallel to her, his grey eyes staring into hers of the same colour.
"It's been in medical guides since the 1800's. Please" She rolled her eyes again.
"Just because the muggles are just discovering that fact doesn't mean you can be ignorant" She continued, flipping her wavy brown hair to the right side of her face and smirking right back at him. She leant in to his face; they were so close their noses were nearly touching.
She bit her lip and stared right at him. She loved to make him feel weak. She felt no genuine attraction to him. Or at least she thought she didn't. She thought she felt the attraction of the one she had lost. The one who looked oh so similar. The one who shared the brain of a philosopher. The one who shared the most similarities with this man. The one he knew as a person but never knew personally.
Lilah loved a bad boy, and there was nothing she liked more than revenge. Combined it was her perfect potion.
He dropped his cigarette out of his hand and stomped on it with his large black combat boots.
His arm crept around her waist, and his hand up her face. As he got closer to her the scent of his breath went up her nose and her smirk widened.
He leant in going for a kiss just before she moved.
"Not today, not ever" She spat bitterly.
He looked utterly confused. Lines appeared on his forehead and a glint of hurt in his eyes.
She grabbed the liquor bottle and climbed back through the window and off the roof.
This memory made Lilah smile with accomplishment. She wanted to cause as much damage to this man as she possibly could. She had never felt this way about a person before. She wanted to burn him until all that remained were ashes of all those years. She wanted to kill him. She wanted him to die. Slowly, painfully and unhappily.
Vengeance, Revenge.
"Well, Well, Well the red Darcy in the Slytherin common room. Welcome to the place you should be" A brown haired boy sat in the Slytherin common room said smugly. His legs were draped across the arm of a vast black, leather, chair. A book of charms resting in his hands.
"Oh shut up Avery." She said in annoyance. "You sound like my mother. I don't give a fuck if we are cousins, I don't like you!" She snapped. She had had enough of people overall today. After the most extreme weekly prank from the marauders, she was angry.
The black haired boy, that had stolen the Gryffindor's heart laughed loudly from the chair across the room. "Aww your friendship is so adorable" He said sarcasm and mockery dripping from his every word.
She had never even noticed he was there. He was a quiet thinker. But with such an extraordinary mind she wasn't surprised by this.
"You shut up as well!" She tried not to laugh, her brown wavy hair falling down the front of her face.
"You're adorable when you're angry" He smiled widely at her. You could see the love in his eyes. It was pathetic, it was beautiful.
He walked across the room his skin getting brighter with every step. The sound of the river hitting the windows. This was the most relaxing place in the world to her. The dim green lights, the darkness, the cool breeze and his face.
He may not have been as handsome as the others who liked her but that wasn't why she liked him. Falling for him was unintentional; it was a plan gone wrong. One that went wrong for both the boy and the girl.
He was the opposite of her. Maybe that's what made them work. She was tall in her family; he was small in his family. He was calm and collected; she had no grasp of even the concept of anger management. He believed things that made her sick to her stomach, but she couldn't let him go. Maybe she loved the danger; maybe she loved making others jealous. Maybe she was in love with him. She doesn't know the answer to these questions herself.
As he reached the tall brunette, he slid his arms around her waist and planted a kiss on her cheek.
Her insides felt warm after this. She felt so unbelievably comfortable. She turned her head to stare into his grey eyes. The boy and the girl were exactly the same height which made it easy for her.
"So, why are you here at" He looked at his watch. "2am"
"Aren't we all wondering, blood traitor" Avery muttered to himself.
She heard this and gave him a deathly look. This amused the other boy. He did think that Avery was right about the girl though. However he always let this go; in his lovesick trance.
"I was looking for Severus" She muttered.
"Well that's offensive" He removed his arms from her waist, Avery laughing very loudly at her statement.
She rolled her grey eyes. "I need to warn him"
"About what?" Avery asked dropping his book. Suddenly he was interested in what she had to say.
She sighed loudly. "Do the words 'Weekly Prank' give you a good enough idea?"
"Oh God" He said suddenly serious, his eyes widened. These two words mean something to everyone. That definition was usually amusement or terror.
The black haired boy now turned around. His eyes even wider than Avery's.
"How bad?" He asked genuine concern for her and Severus present in his words.
"The worst yet" She shuddered, memories of past pranks coming back to them all.
"I'll go get him" Avery practically leaped out of his chair and towards the dormitories.
After Avery had left the room the black haired boy turned around and asked "What happened?"
He then pushed the wavy, dark, brown, hair out of the tall witch's eyes.
She sighed, upset and angry.
She leant in to the black haired boy and whispered the details of the prank into his ear.
The boy shook his head muttering in disgust and anger "They're going to regret these pranks one day"
The tall brunette now looked alarmed. She had never seen him this angry before. 'Cool and collected ' were two defining words for his personality. This terrified her. She knew what Slytherin's were capable of when angered. After all her family is full of them. Her grandmother had shown her the lengths Slytherin's would go to for vengeance. She was now wondering if she had made the right choice at all.
"I need to think" He suddenly shoved past the girl going back to his dorm for a little while, leaving the girl waiting for Severus and Avery to return.
"Lilah!" Alexander knocked on her hotel room door, pulling her out of the vortex of her own thoughts.
She stood up and made her way over to the battered, coffee stained door. Each floorboard creaking with each step.
She mumbled "Morning" opening the door to her tall, tired, American friend. He looked worse than ever.
Alexander snapped "You wanted this so now's the time to go"
Anger was present in his voice. She knew instantly this was her and Arthur's time to warn Harry about the one and only Sirius Black.
His words annoyed Lilah greatly. "What the hell is your problem?" She asked
He scoffed loudly. "As if you don't know"
"Get over it!" She snapped at him.
"Fine" He said bitterly giving her an obvious fake smile.
She stepped out of the doorway, quickly slamming the door behind her. To Lilah nothing was more satisfying in anger than a door slam.
Lilah and Alexander stared at each other for several seconds before looking away and silently making their way down to breakfast together.
She hoped he'd get over this situation quickly but she had a feeling that wouldn't happen at all.
The worst part was she could hear was Sirius' mocking voice in her head saying "trouble in paradise?" over and over again. As if he was invading her every thought. As if his voice was on a continuous loop.
She shook her head in an attempt to feel sane again. But she had lost sanity long ago.
The September light shone through the doorway and staircase to the bar. Everyone was sat around the table, eating, laughing, having fun, and catching up. Harry smiled widely at her waving too.
She gulped at the sight of him.
Now on to the warning. She thought to herself.
Lilah made her way down the creaky steps and towards the very long breakfast table.
Percy Weasley had saved her a seat right next to him and was now gesturing to it.
After she had been seated, Ron pushed a large glass of water and a plate of toast towards her.
"Thanks" She whispered with a smile to him. He nodded his head in acknowledgement and then went back to his conversation.
As she turned around to face the end of the table Fred and George said loudly and energetically "Morning Lilah!" distracting her from her thoughts and making her feel a little less angry. She really liked Fred and George.
"Morning" She smiled to them, taking a large gulp of the ice cold water in front of her.
