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The Grey Wolf - Chapter 10
"Merry Christmas Grandma!" I said hugging her as tightly as I could. "Oh dear, try not to squeeze me to the above!" she said in a joking voice. I blushed and returned the hearty grin.
As I greeted the rest of the family, a familiar and loved voice came closer to my ear as their arms were wrapped tightly around me in a backwards hug. "TEDDY!" I screamed, turning around and hugging him back as I gave him the infamous Lily Potter Death Squeeze.
"Aah your death squeeze... Good times." I laughed and walked into the bustling kitchen with plates levitating to and from the stove. Jai walked past and gave me a wink, showing that Aunt Hermione was here. I nodded slyly and walked towards the door to find Uncle Ron greeting her, quite enthusiastically. It seemed like at this rate, my Mission Romione wouldn't be needed. As she walked through the door, she stomped on them at shaking off the foot deep of snow outside and walked into the warm house. "Hermione, why didn't you take the Floo?" Uncle Ron asked. She stood staring at me, giving me a weird look for a few seconds before she found herself replying to her ex.
"Eerm what? Never mind, I just decided I hadn't Apparated for a while. And plus I was at mum's for a while. They're bringing Hugo and Rose later." Uncle Ron just nodded as he continued giving me a weird look before walking past me.
Aunt Hermione walked up to me and removed her festive scarf from around her neck as she asked me a question which I wasn't quite expecting.
"What do you think you're doing young lady?"
"What Aunt Hermione?" I replied with my best innocent voice, and the face to match. Her curios face visibly softened and she walked past me, stopping like Uncle Ron did and gave me a crooked smile. I swear I heard her mumble something along the lines of 'once a Potter always a Potter'. Guess my innocent face didn't work this time.
As I thought assertively of the number of odd looks I had just received, someone touched the edge of shoulder, and controlling my instant reflex, I didn't manage to hurt anyone in the stomach this time. At least it was a start, because I only flinched a bit – okay a lot. I really have to get used to the fact that Voldemort and any Death Eaters are not going to randomly turn up behind me and hold me hostage. Why? Because they're dead. A voice interrupted my train of very complicated thought processes. "Lily?" James a said behind me, looking utterly confused. "What?" I asked in a sisterly way which is also known as a very sarcastic tone. If I wasn't mean to my brothers, who else do I have? Before I was going to repay his oddness with a very witty remark, he replied by looking at me sideways and replying "What was that all about?" I was struggling to find any words in my very small-ish brain. I'm only twelve; I shouldn't know that many words any way! The words appeared in my mind as I repeated them quickly. "What? You mean me talking?" I said only to be interrupted by a very loud voice calling us all for lunch. As I walked away, I looked behind me and saw him giving me that look everyone else seemed to be confusing the hell out of me with. If only I had telepathy... Or veritaserum. Either way would work fine. Hmm, no! My priority right now was Romione, and that was my only priority. Maybe I could ask Rose, not Hugo only because the boy never shut his mouth, but also because he was the favourite child. Rose wasn't she was more of the rebel child- that's why I liked her so much! As I took my place at the over-extended table, I saw Scorpius looking at me every now and then. If only that boy would ever let go. As I finished my very filling lunch of sandwiches and a very Christmas themed soup, I went and sat by the fire turning on my observation skills behind pretending to read a book by some muggle author called Charlotte Bronte.
"Lils, are you okay?" Uncle Ron asked. "Why I am mighty fine Uncle Ron. Er, can I ask why you ask me that?" I said, questioning my sanity on display if my Uncle Ron asking me if I'm good. "I always knew you were special Lily..." He said with a massive grin from each side of the face. "Excuse me?" Was all I could reply with.
"To cut the story short Lils, you're reading a book that is upside down. I don't think Jane Eyre would be the same that way." A familiar voice of my Dad's rolled into my mind, letters reassembling the words he had just said. Why was life so much more confusing after you had eaten half the food of the Wizarding Worlds? Then I realised what was wrong in the first place. I rolled my eyes, turned into a living tomato and hid behind my book – this time it was the right way round. I heard Dad and Uncle Ron chuckling and as I put on a slight smile, I returned to the warm heart of the Burrow. I saw Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione glancing at each there when the other looked away. I looked at their little stare showdown and I 'aawed' in the cuteness of it all.
"You're a bit of a slow reader Lils, you've been on the same page for the past like what – an hour or so?" Esha said with a look of intrigue hanging onto her eyes. Al rolled his eyes and tugged her away to the kitchen. Why did I ever agree to let my best friend get with my brother? Wow, I cringe so much for Jai. I decided to take my little 'plan' a step further.
"Aunty Hermione?" I asked in the sweetest voice possible. She looked up at me from her non-existent sleep and spoke, "Yes Lily?" I whispered in her ear and she turned a very bright pink and tried her hardest to look away from Uncle Ron. "Really?" she asked me. I nodded and in my very surprise she went to talk to her husband (I refuse to say ex). He started what seemed a conversation that lasted forever and a day, until they started playing Wizard's chess. "This is way too barbaric to my liking, but it's nice once in a while you know?" I heard her say rather loudly.
I smiled, I genuinely smiled, because I enjoy seeing my family all happy, and even though they're far from normal – that's why I love them so much. Because everyone's different and they're not afraid to express it! Well except for Lucy, she's the shyest out of the lot for us. But even then, she's had her moment. Aunt Audrey always tries to get her to loosen up, but she still remains the exact copy of her father – the sensible, restricted and rule follower. Not to mention very proud of her work.
Uncle Ron smiled as his piece just said the words "Goodbye to you fair maiden," as he finished off the opposing queen. "Damnit! The thing you're better than me at has to be chess doesn't it!" She asked as she refused to give up her swollen pride. "Some people never change, eh Lils?" Uncle Ron said. It took me a while to mysteriously snap out of my trance, but I did in the end. "Erm what? Oh yeah, some people." I said sleepily.
Why does food, comfortable houses and fireplaces make just about the best Christmas ever? I ask myself that question every year. Yet the answer never seemed to be fazed. I just happened to doze off, that exact moment of 2:27pm in the afternoon. And found myself in a really deep sleep. I dreamt something I really wouldn't ever have imagined. I was running, but on all fours. Which is quite weird actually because I'm human. I was running and it seemed to be snowing, but that never diverted my attention; because I kept running. And when I finally stopped, I saw myself in a reflection in the water. The reflection wasn't old Lily Potter, it was something different... It was strangely, a wolf. The colour of my fur really intrigued me, it was gray. Not dark gray, but kind of like a stormy grey. Amazing similarity to Scorpius- no. Right Scorpius had nothing to do with this dream right? He wasn't there. I stared at the reflection for what felt like hours and hours but the sky wasn't changing. It stayed the same, frozen in the beauty of sunset. This freaked me out a bit, as
I do not fully understand why I was a wolf in a dream staring dramatically into the water at my reflection, (not in vanity... I think) in all my grey furred glory.
I don't understand whether it could be symbollic or not, does it mean something? Could it mean something good, or bad, or that I'm secretly an animagus? Highly doubt it, you have to train yourself to be one... Don't you?
I woke up a few seconds later and looked at the newly added muggle clock above the mantlepiece. It read 4:16pm. I was asleep for about 2 hours! That's the longest nap ever existed in my life. Which is a new record, I'll try beat it for every Christmas. All of the things in my mind were just swept away with one memory of that dream. It filled up every nook and cranny of my mind, and I did not however like it. It felt odd, like I was missing out on something, like I should be doing something at this exact moment of time. Like I should remember something. I would've said that I needed a Remembrall, but they don't actually tell you what you have forgotten, so to be completely fair, they are useless.
As I arose from the comfortable seat of the lounge, I felt like my legs had weights tied to them and I found myself almost instantaneously falling over. Never a good thing. I was however expecting to fall flat on my face, but as soon as I pushed my arms out to cover my fall – the weirdest thing ever happened. I was back on the chair waking up. And I remembered every bit of it. Did I just go back in time? Or was it a dream? A dream inside a dream? It probably was, but even if it were – it was so vivid! It felt so realistic. As I got up, my legs felt like weights, and instead of falling forward, I forced myself to fall back – onto the chair –AGAIN. Okay this was seriously freaking me out.
I decided to get up one last time, only to fall flat on my face this time; nothing stopping me. Just me, on the wooden floor, in front of the blazing fire, on my face. Great. I dragged myself against the force of gravity and supported myself with the great massive table in front of me. If only my legs didn't feel like they just died and went to heaven. Did someone just turn up the heat about 100 degrees, because I swear a minute ago it was not this warm. Mustering any energy left I crawled all the way to the staircase and sat myself down on the first step. Placing my tired head into my hands, I sighed... My legs were really hurting, my arms feeling like they were broken and I suddenly got a picture of what the Cruciatus curse felt like.
"Lily?" My head jerked up. Ow. I raised my eyebrows. "Did you just-?" James asked worriedly. "Crawl all the way here? Yeah." I replied in a exhausted voice. I swear to Merlin, if my body had even a bit of energy, I'd still collapse. I wonder how my body is holding up. "Why?" he asked, looking even more worried like he's about to carry me to St. Mungos. And that's when I started talking "Becau-" I couldn't even finish the sentence before I collapsed onto the bottom of the stairs.