I'm sooo sorry that I haven't had an update for the past two weeks! I was going to last Sunday, but then I realized that I left my notebook at school and didn't have the half of the chapter I had already written! But here is the next chapter! And the next one will be one of my more T rated ones. Please remember to review!
Chapter 14: What Time Holds
Lily wandered through the chaos, searching for someone she knew. Her brothers and cousins had all deserted her in the common room to find good seats before they were all taken; even Hugo, her closest cousin since before Hogwarts, had left her to find his Ravenclaw girlfriend—yeah, she was still in disbelief that it was true even though she had met the pixie-like girl.
Someone suddenly grabbed her hand and began pulling her through the crowd. She caught a glance of the familiar face and smiled. Alicia dragged her through the masses of people swarming onto the train, navigating the way to the scarlet train that blew its whistle. "Hurry up an' get yerself on th' train! Can't have any of yeh here all summer!"
"Wait," Lily yelled over the various screams and loud conversations to her best mate.
Alicia noticed her distraction and let go of her arm, nodding. "Hurry, though. I'll save you a seat in our compartment!" She was seemingly swallowed by the monstrosity of people, but Lily turned to the voice that bellowed across the flurry, ringing in the ears of every student. She launched herself right into his beefy arms when she found Hagrid, telling the children to get on the train.
Even though he seemed like he was trying to suffocate her, she managed to choke out, "I'll miss you, Hagrid."
"Miss you, too, Sweetheart," the half-giant said with a large sniffle, finally loosening his grip on her to let her breath. "Me an' Olympe might came an' visit at the Burrow this summer. Molly's been pesterin' us to come fer dinner sometime soon."
Lily nodded, knowing that Madame Maxime had been the old headmistress of Beaubaxtons, a French, all-girls school that Auntie Fleur had attended. The couple had been together since Lily's dad was fourteen. "You know everyone would love that."
He smiled and said, "Well, ev'ryone's clearin' off. Yeh'd best get on tha' train 'fore it leaves without yeh."
She grimaced and nodded before she hugged him one last time, taking in his smell of Magical creatures. Sometimes it wasn't the most pleasant scent, but she would miss it, just like the rest of Hogwarts. Another whistle of the train just about made her go deaf, and she ran to the first place to jump on the train as it began to slowly inch forward. She leaned out of the little doorway and waved to Hagrid as his form began shrinking with distance. "I'm sorry about the unicorns, Hagrid!"
His black eyes, almost hidden by his mangy beard with silver streaks, widened and he ran forward a few steps after the train. "Lily Luna Potter! What did yeh do to mah unicorns?"
She just giggled and waved. "Bye, Hagrid!"
"Hey," a very familiar voice said from the inside of the train. "I finally found you."
Lily turned, her long braid of auburn hair whipping around behind her. Scorpius was leaning against the side of the train, his arms crossed across his chest and looking very handsome in muggle jeans and a grey T-shirt. She blushed as her heart pounded and butterflies upset her stomach. "Oh, hey," she managed as casually as she could.
"I was looking all over for you; I was worried that you missed the train." He smiled nervously and pushed his white-blonde hair out of his eyes with a pale hand.
Merlin, things were so awkward between them now. For the past three weeks, Lily and Scorpius stuttered, blushed, and unsuccessfully stumbled through their conversations, avoiding each others' eyes, especially when they were alone.
Alicia still harbored some fury towards him, and had been ready to bash his head in. She ranted and raved for almost an hour in Weasley Wizard Wheezes, where Lily had come to her crying and in desperate need of comfort. Fred, who had graduated the year before and spent his time managing his father's store in Hogsmeade, almost had to forcibly remove her from the store.
And, of course, since Freddy was involved, so was every other Weasley and Potter Lily had the misfortune to be related to. Molly, Lucy, Fred, Roxanne, Dominique, Louis, Rose, Hugo, James, Albus, and even Teddy who had come to Hogsmeade as a surprise for his younger god-siblings, were all at her side, demanding to know whose murder they would be plotting. When she saw the neon green hair that could only be possessed by Teddy, Lily flew into his already-open arms, sobbing.
He didn't bother her like the others. In fact, he sent them all away, excluding the still-furious Alicia (perhaps he was just worried that she'd murder Scorpius if left too her own devices), and they wandered into Madame Rosemerta's where they would wait for them. Alicia calmed down only enough to explain what happened to Teddy who frowned and comforted Lily. Once she had finally pulled herself together, they joined the others at the Three Broomsticks with a round of butterbeer and floods of questions. Lily hated to, but she lied and told them that she was just upset that McLaggen had left her for Scorpius's girlfriend. Like they really believed it. But a few were eager to punch him in the face, but she only half-heartedly asked them not to.
No one but Teddy and Alicia could know what happened in the Shrieking Shack, for fear that Scorpius and Lily could no longer be friends. If anyone got wind that he had been the one to upset her, she wouldn't have a best mate anymore; her father would personally take care of that.
But now, maybe they would have been better off if they had fought and not been friends. They slowly and silently made their way down the train, keeping an eye out for their compartment that Julian and Alicia had already claimed. Two people were hanging out of their compartment, watching the pair. "Hey, Lils," one of the girls said. She recognized the petite girl and her companion.
"Hey, Kayla! Lizzy! I haven't seen either of you in ages!" she gushed with a smile stretching across her face. She was secretly happy that a distraction was here, but jealous that they had taken her away from Scorpius's undivided attention.
They both glanced warily at the grey-eyed boy. Lizzy asked, "Hey, Lils, can we talk… in here please?"
He took the hint and nodded, stuffing his hands in his jean pockets. "Um, we'll be in our usual place, Flower, just down a few compartments. I'll leave you three to your girlie devices."
When he cracked a grin, his grey eyes dancing, teasing her, Lily lightly smacked his arm. "Oh, just go tell Alicia not to freak when I don't come back with you, you prat." He chuckled and slinked away, her eyes following him the entire time. She followed her friends into their compartment and sat down on one of the seats. Lizzy and Kayla sat across from her, exchanging steadily-growing angry looks that Lily had seen a million times before. They were fighting silently over who had to tell her whatever bad news they had.
"Are you two going to fight forever or tell me who died?" she asked impatiently after it went on for a couple of minutes.
"well, Lily," Kayla started, obviously going to be very delicate with words so she didn't hurt her feelings.
Lizzy interrupted blandly. "You just don't hang out with us anymore. You completely ditched us for the Slytherins. Seriously, when was the last time, we had an in-depth conversation?"
Lily blushed, her emerald eyes falling to her hands, twisting and fidgeting in her lap. "I know I haven't been a very good friend this year, but—"
"But we've always known that since we didn't get sorted into the same houses, we couldn't be very good friends." Kayla's voice sounded burdened with the weight of the sadness.
"We've just agreed that since we're not really mates anymore, we should just make it official…" Lizzy trailed off, unable to think of anything else to say.
"Official?" Lily asked quietly, feeling vulnerable to the word. She should have seen this coming. She just should have known that sooner or later, the girls would've had to face each other with this painful topic. They had become friends on the train on their first trip to Hogwarts, so maybe it was only appropriate that everything end on the train. But Lily had known that Lizzy and Kayla shared a stronger bond with each other rather than her because they shared dorms. In reality, they had never really needed her; she just sort of tagged along with them. But Lily had needed them. Until she met Scorpius. She made one last attempt in honor of their past friendship. "Really, I could do better. I know I've been such a crappy friend, but I can fix this."
"And just what are you going to do?" the ever-practical Lizzy asked, "Tear yourself apart trying to share your time between us and the Slytherins? Not to mention that your brothers and cousins demand attention."
Lily didn't answer; she couldn't. She was angry at herself, angry that they were right. What kind of person dumped her friends without a moment's notice? Instead Kayla said, "Things had been heading this way for a while now. We've just drifted apart, and there's really no use in pretending anymore."
She nodded. "I-I guess you're both right. Doesn't mean I have to like it though," Lily grinned shyly. "So… acquaintances then?"
The other girls nodded, and they all awkwardly shook hands. Lily excused herself with a quiet smile. As she shut the door behind her, she realized that the passageway was eerily quiet. No one, not even the old woman that sold sweets from the trolley, was wandering the cramped hallway. Since every door was closed, the only sounds were the muffled sounds of Exploding Snap a few compartments behind her. Lily searched right and left for her friends, cursing herself for not remembering which door Scorpius had escaped through. Adrenaline pumped through her system as her heart pounded quite loudly. A part of her mind told her that she needed to get out of this passageway. Now.
Too late.
"Poor Lily, even her best friends don't like her anymore."
Lily froze. Mortellea had made only feeble attempts to hurt her since that first Quidditch match, only to frighten her, remind her that the woman was never gone. As if Lily needed a reminder. She could look at her arms, still covered in unrecognizable silver-white runes for scars. But the voice was stronger this time, almost like the radio waves coming through the radio more clearly. Lily shivered; an unearthly cold trapped the passageway as time around her seemed to freeze.
There was no point in running; it was all in her mind anyways. So she calmly sat down in the middle of the passageway. She closed her eyes and began to meditate. As crazy and bogus as it had seemed at first, it was the best defense Professor Trelawney had given her against Mortellea. As Lily searched within her mind, she had the oddest feeling of falling as she discovered a familiar part of her mind where she wasn't quite in control of her own actions. It was the depths of her mind where she saw visions and she had never tried to immerse herself so deeply in this part of her mind, but she hoped it would help her hide.
A chuckle echoed from her dreams of Christmas. "You can't hide from me." Whether Lily did it mentally or out loud, she was aware of a few curses being formed on her lips. "Even of you fight so valiantly against me," the sickly sweet voice taunted.
Lily struggled to clearly see the new book her Aunt Hermione would get her in the coming December, but instead, she found herself looking as Mortellea lounged in an overstuffed armchair. Her black eyes glinted dangerously.
Lily couldn't help but shudder at the blood on her hands, making the evil woman smile dangerously. "Who did I kill this time, Little Lily? They certainly do have such a lovely home, though." She gagged; the stench of blood overpowered her from the hallway behind Mortellea's chair. As though reading her mind, the lounging woman smirked, saying, "Why don't you go see who it is? You might know them."
Her feet shuffled across the ornate rug in between Mortellea and the dying embers of what was once a roaring fire. Lily fished her wand out of the waistband of her shorts, thankful for the cool feeling of the gnarled wood in her hand. She watched Mortellea carefully for any sign that she would move to make her like the people in the hallway. When she rounded the corner of the hallway, she could clearly see the mangled bodies. A family.
The woman's eyes were glazed over, but fixated on one point. Her arms reached the same direction as her gaze to what was a bloody lump on the floor. She was obviously young, probably in her mid-twenties but cuts marred her body, blood pooling around her. The man, her husband, by the gold that glinted beneath dried blood on his finger, was in pieces around her. Literally. Pieces of him were strewn in various places around the scene. It seemed like someone had taken a chainsaw to his limbs. Lily turned back to the little lump, trying to make a connection of what it was. The most discernable thing was a tiny little finger poking off of one of the smaller lumps clumped with the main lump. Lily gasped.
A boiling rage filled every fiber of her being. It was just a muggle baby, now practically unrecognizable! A poor defenseless baby! Her face must have gone red from the heat; she felt like she was on fire as she stumbled back to the sitting room. She didn't hesitate when she pointed her wand towards Mortellea, trying to think of any curse or hex that would make her see the pain she had caused the family to endure. She could think of only one. "It was a baby!" she screamed, "A defenseless baby! What could it have done to you?"
The woman with hair as black as the sins she had committed was obviously surprised by the anger that pumped through Lily's veins like extra adrenaline, surprised that the girl wasn't afraid. Mortellea stood up slowly, still in control of her cool demeanor. "And what will Little Lily do about it? How can one, thirteen-year-old girl possibly hurt me, a master of the Dark Arts?" She laughed, and the scent of chocolate wafted to Lily. Ever since the first time she had smelled it on the woman, she had vehemently turned down anything chocolate. She lazily pulled out her own wand, taking her own sweet time with it.
The boiling rage in Lily caused her vision to turn red as she tasted blood in her mouth. She allowed her mind and body to surrender to the rage, screaming, "Crucio!"
Mortellea's face twisted in pain, although the curse obviously wasn't very strong. Lily realized that she was crying, a few hot tears dripping down her heated cheeks. The woman staggered backwards, towards the fire before she regained her balance and straightened up. She pointed her wand at Lily despite the Unforgivable Curse that Lily refused to release. "You can lie on the floor with the dead muggles, girl. Just know this; I don't take kindly to mudbloods."
But Lily intensified the curse, letting every feeling of hate she had ever harbored towards anyone flow through her wand; she wanted to see the woman try to grasp relief in her hands but be unable to find it. "You killed innocents! I'll kill you for what you did to them!"
Somewhere, she heard a distant scream, and the glass doors of the train compartments shattered into practically dust. Girls shrieked, and everyone rushed to the doors to cautiously peer out and see who had caused the commotion, gingerly stepping over glass shards. Lily had been sitting on the floor with her arms wrapped tightly around her knees, her wand still tucked in the waistband of her shorts, and she looked back at the bystanders with big, curious green eyes.
Hugo, Rose, and her brothers rushed out of one compartment just a few doors down, their feet crunching on the glass like it didn't matter. Lily felt the train shudder to a stop and mentally cursed. Fantastic. Hugo got down on his knees beside her. "Lily, what happened? Are you okay?"
Scorpius, Alicia, and Julian appeared from a compartment farther down in the train. No one else dared to approach her. As they crowded around her, Lily noticed that Scorpius's hands were bleeding; he must have been too close to the glass when it shattered. "Lily, the glass shattered through the whole train. What happened?"
Lily swallowed shakily. "I-I got m-mad. R-really mad. A-a-and I-I think I lost c-control of my m-magic." She took one of Scorpius's hands in her own. "I-I hurt y-you."
He shrugged, but his stormy eyes burned into her asking her why she had gotten so upset. She shook her head slightly and used his arms to shakily pull herself to her feet. James and Albus shot her warning looks, reminding her not to let anyone get suspicious about her gift.
Suddenly the conductor, a large man with grey hair and a blue suit marched down through the passageway with the Head Girl and Head Boy trailing behind him. "What happened here?" he asked, obviously ready to throw the guilty party off the train if necessary.
Lily half-hid behind Scorpius, terrified as she clutched the back of his grey shirt like a child. She couldn't find her voice, only stuttering, so Scorpius answered, "It was only an accident. She just got upset. She couldn't control her own anger. We all do it sometimes."
Oliver Wood's oldest son, Jeremiah, observed the shattered glass that was practically everywhere. He sighed. "We can't very well sign you up for detentions at this time of the year. Everyone, just go back to your compartments and use a simple repairing charm. If anyone has any troubles or serious injuries they can't heal, come to us."
Everyone milled around, looking for gossip, no doubt, before they were ushered back to their compartments. James and Al followed the Slytherins and Lily back to their compartment. Lily shook so much as she walked that Scorpius just picked her up and shamelessly carried her through the hallway, ignoring the stares of avid gossips. She didn't even protest; she only buried her face in his shirt and wrapped her arms around his neck, taking in his scent of cinnamon and vanilla, nothing like chocolate at all. Her brothers kept sneaking glances at her as she sat down on the seat by the newly-repaired window, refusing to say a word about what had happened.
Everyone else started talking about their plans for the summer vacation, but Scorpius sat beside Lily quietly, not pressuring her to talk, just watching her expressionless face carefully. Lily took his hands and quietly healed them and put her wand away. Her eyes seemed to be glued to the landscape, and she settled down to watch the world fly by, not releasing his hands from hers.
Scorpius relaxed in the seat beside her, and she was thankful that he would wait for her to talk patiently. He never tried to pull his hand away from her, and she was scared that he might only be doing it to comfort her as a friend. But his fingers easily intertwining themselves within hers before he drifted to sleep made her feel infinitely better.
Lily finally turned away from the window to commit his features to her memory forever. They were softened by sleep, and his pale eyelids covered his grey eyes. As she stared at him, Lily realized that it would be harder for Mortellea to bring her down than either of them had initially thought. She would protect those she loved until her dying breath.
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James and Julian had run off to only-Merlin-knows-where to do only-Merlin-knows-what (probably terrorizing all of the smaller students for their Cauldron Cakes), and Alicia and Albus had fallen asleep an hour ago on the seats, her head on his shoulder.
Lily spent the time drowning in the landscape, washing away the blank eyes and the arm unattached to anything else. Trying to, at least. But it was practically impossible to let the images slip away. Scorpius slept beside her for two hours before he stirred, never pulling his hands away from hers the entire time.
She could tell he was awake by the irregular breathing patterns and his shifting on the bench beside her. She didn't turn away from the hills that rolled past the train, like the waves of the sea as she quietly talked to him. "I'm going to kill her," she stated calmly to the window.
Scorpius stiffened in the middle of stretching. "Just… who exactly are you going to kill?"
"Mortellea," she whispered quietly. "I'll kill her if it's the last thing I ever do. I deserve to go to Azkaban for all the things I want to do to her."
"I-in the hallway," he asked in an innocent, unknowing voice, "Did you see a vision?"
She shook her head. "No, I saw the present. She killed more people. She's been doing it all year, but she wanted me to see this time; she wanted to make a point of this death."
"A-and what would the point of this death be, exactly?" he asked shakily. She hated that he was uncertain. Wasn't the guy supposed to be the strong one in the relationship? You're not in a relationship, Potter, she kicked herself.
"That she doesn't care who she hurts as long as she reaches her goal. She might even do it for fun. She killed a muggle baby." Lily turned to him finally, uncertainty and unshed tears shining in her eyes. "And I'm just as horrible as her."
"That's not true, Flower," he told her firmly, his hands suddenly gripping her tightly.
She shook her head, wiping her eyes with the back of one of her hands. "If I'd throw the same thing right back at her, how am I any better?"
His grey eyes pierced her soul. "You're saying you killed a muggle child?"
"No," Lily answered, loathing herself. What kind of person was she, to mess everything up, ruin her whole life without any outside help? Her voice fell to a whisper. "I performed an Unforgivable Curse. If my dad knew, he'd have to send me to Azkaban, or he'd lose his job."
Scorpius rolled his eyes. "No, you didn't, Flower. Everything is in your head. I have no doubt that she's real; how else could you have been right about that Krum bloke? But you said that she's killed you before, but you're not dead yet. If you did something like that, I doubt it was real, Flower."
Lily sighed. "If I ever find her, I'm going to kill her, and if anyone tries to stop me, I'm afraid I'll kill them, too. I'll do anything to have her blood pooling at my feet, her face twisted in eternal agony… She'd deserve it. And I wouldn't even use magic. I'd use some cruel muggle tool that would make her suffer for hours on end. And she'd—"
"Lily, stop," Scorpius said, his eyes wide at what she had just poured out to him. "You don't have to be so dramatic."
She shook her head. "When she killed that muggle family, it was obvious how she did it. She killed the father and husband first. She tore him until he was just a bunch of various body parts, but he had it easy. The woman had to watch everything. Then Mortellea took the baby and tortured it until it was just a bloody piece of meat. The most recognizable feature was its tiny index finger. The woman was saved for last, made to suffer the entire time. Then Mortellea gave her these tiny cuts all over her body so that she'd bleed to death, the slowest and most painful way she could think of. She can't possibly be human with a heart like that." Her eyes found the window again, although she wasn't seeing the landscape that was beginning to form into London.
Scorpius was obviously more than a little scared. He saw the first signs of London and began to speak frantically. "Listen, Lily, please don't do anything stupid, like going to look for her. Please write to me over the summer, and tell me if you remember any visions or see her again. Promise me that you'll stay safe, that you'll stay away from anyone you don't completely trust. I couldn't bear to see you get hurt again."
"I promise," she said quietly, squeezing his hand for reassurance before she stood up and shook Al and Alicia awake, telling them that they would arrive at the train station in a couple of minutes. Scorpius watched her like an icy hawk, not even caring that her brother began acting more territorial around her when he noticed the stares.
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Lily and Scorpius's parents were talking to each other when they stepped off of the train together. Scorpius was valiantly pulling her trunk behind him along with his own. She stopped him before their parents could notice them. "Scorp, I had a great year with you." She smirked, her playful mood covering up her unstableness underneath. "And as an Honorary Marauder, it is only fit for us to part with the Marauder Handshake. It's quite simple really."
He smiled, too, holding out his hand. She grinned and took her hand, spitting in it before she offered it to him. His smile quickly morphed into a look of disgust. "That's nasty. I'm not going to mix slobber with you."
She shrugged. "It's the same thing as snogging."
Their eyes met briefly before they broke away, both blushing awkwardly. He spit in his hand though, and they shook. Then she took her trunk from them and they met up with their parents. Formalities were exchanged before Lily's mum strangled both of the teens with a hug (really, she had turned into a replica of Grandmum Molly) and her dad embraced her, refusing to let go. Apparently, they were arranging some date for Harry and Draco to meet and talk about 'classified information for the Ministry.'
Lily rolled her eyes, and Scorpius, who was embraced fondly by his grandmother, winked at her. It wasn't long before they managed to locate Albus and James (although Lily really wouldn't have minded if they left him) and said their goodbyes to the numerous family friends that threatened to keep them there the rest of the day.
When they returned back to their home at Godric's Hollow, Harry and Lily went for a walk, as had been a sort of tradition since Lily had returned from her first year at Hogwarts. "Did you enjoy your third year?" Harry asked as he walked with her, keeping an arm around her shoulders.
Lily was silent for a moment as she thought. Muggles passed them on the sidewalk, moving with a purpose. They came upon the memorial in the square of her grandparents and her father when he was a baby. She stopped, looking up at the monument with slight awe. Harry looked with her silently, still waiting for her to answer. "I don't know," she answered at last. "I loved it because Scorpius is the best mate I've ever had, but I hate it because things will never go back to when things were normal. Dad, I'm always going to See things that no one else does, and it has changed me. It put things into a sort of perspective. People won't see me the same way either. Everything sort of shifted, and it feels like the world did, too."
Harry sighed. "Nothing's ever the same. After my fourth year, I felt that way. I've seen a lot of things, Lils, but I have this feeling that you'll see more than I ever will. Whether it is your ability or simply what you experience. Everything changes. Part of being a person is accepting those changes."
She shook her head. "Dad, what if I can't? I don't think I will accept any of that, no matter how hard I try. You're going to put me in Azkaban one of these days. And it might not be too far away."
Harry raised a charcoal eyebrow. "And just why would I put you in Azkaban, Lily? I wasn't aware that we put troublemakers in prison."
She shook her head. "I'm serious. Because I want to do this."
He gazed at her with almond-shaped eyes. "What is it that you want to do?"
She shook her head, chickening out. "The muggles' deaths are certainly going to terrify the wizarding world when this gets out."
He tried to flatten his hair down absently. "You knew about that, did you? It's just a bunch of rogue Death Eaters. Who else could it be?"
"Mortellea," she answered as they began to change direction, back towards their house where her mum would have dinner waiting for them. "Perhaps the Death Eaters are helping her, but didn't you find any trace of her? Muggles use fingerprints; maybe you should try that."
He shook his head. "There was nothing there but the bodies, Lils. Whoever did it didn't even use a wand, but they used magic to open the door. It seemed fairly careless to me for them to do that. But who exactly is Mortellea?"
She sighed. "It's a long story, Dad, but she wanted you to find the crime scene."
He shrugged. "We have all summer."
"Lily? Lily Potter?" The shouts made Lily turn to the unfamiliar voice. A girl with light brown curls ran to catch up with the pair. Her hazel eyes glinted with excitement. "Lily, how's boarding school? I haven't seen you in, like, four years!"
She suddenly recognized the curls and the freckles dotting the girls face. The girl two or three inches taller than her and just as skinny was her best friend until she had left for Hogwarts. "Stacey!" she exclaimed, embracing her former best mate. "It's been so long! And I love boarding school! It's awesome! But how's the school here? I bet I've missed out on so much!"
The girls laughed. Harry smiled and excused himself from the reunion. He told Lily to be home soon, and left her with the muggle girl to catch up. "Do you wanna go swimming at the lake tomorrow like we used to?" Stacey asked.
"I'd love to!" Lily said with just as much excitement. Maybe she wouldn't be stuck with only her family this summer. Stacey had been her friend since she was four. Stacey had asked Lily if she was going to Kindergarten, and Lily had persuaded her parents to enroll her in Muggle School instead of being homeschooled like her brothers. She had told all of her muggle friends that she was going to the same boarding school as her brothers when she left. "I'll meet you at ten tomorrow, right?"
Stacey laughed and nodded, "Yeah. Hey, isn't your birthday coming up soon? I remember it was like two or three weeks after school ended."
Lily nodded, having completely forgotten that her birthday was so soon. "Yeah, you'll have to come to the party I just might have." She laughed. She excused herself to go eat dinner once her stomach started complaining.
When she entered the cozy house with everyone enjoying their own schedules, she smelled the best home cooked meal ever. Lasagna. Her favorite. Her dad had already eaten, but was still sitting at the table, reading the Quibbler as her mum washed the boys' dishes. Lily grabbed a plate of food and sat down beside Harry.
From behind the newspaper he was reading, Harry threw a letter on the table just in front of her. "I must say that Scorpius Malfoy is quite an insistent friend to have already sent you a letter. And I don't think his owl is going to leave until he gets a reply." He gestured to the dark grey owl drinking from Hedwig's water bowl. He never looked up from his paper which worried Lily. Just a tiny smirk would have meant that he was amused, but not even that made an appearance.
She still grabbed the letter with excitement and ran upstairs, leaving her barely touched lasagna on the table. Ginny sighed and covered her plate with foil, setting it in the fridge. "She really like him, doesn't she?"
"Maybe a little more than she should," Harry grumbled unhappily.
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