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Chapter 7: The Trap Door

It was night and Lily was having a nightmare. She had the same nightmare several times as a child, but it had stopped. Lily's prone body, sprawled out on the bed, betrayed no discomfort.

She saw shadows as she walked down a long hall. She paused at the prone body of a black haired man. She bit her lip, drawing blood, before peering into the room he had been defending.

A red haired woman lay dead on the floor and a hooded figure stood over a crib, where a baby girl lay, crying. The hooded figure paused and turned towards her. The pain in her forehead burned and she saw a bright green light.

Her eyes flew open as she sat up. It was about six in the morning and the other girls were all still sleeping. She sighed and lay back down, thinking. Why did she have that dream? Where those two her parents, her real parents? And what was the green light?

She rolled onto her side. It was too early to wake Hermione up.



Lily, Draco and Blaise sat by the lake. Lily sighed, the exams were finally over and they should be celebrating but she knew something bad was going to happen to the Stone. She just wasn't sure what.

"You sure something's going to happen? That someone's going to steal the stone?"

Lily stared up into the blue sky. "Absolutely."

"Who?"

Lily bit her lip. Draco and Blaise looked at each other, knowing what she was going to say. "Voldemort."

"Lily, he can't just come sweeping in here and take it. He'd send someone else."

Lily sighed. "I dunno..."

"It could be anyone. Someone Dumbledore won't suspect," Blaise sighed, "like Quirrell."

Lily nodded. Draco frowned, thinking over what Blaise said and gasped. "Of course! Blaise, Lily! Lily?"

The Gryffindor was not stretched out on the ground but being dragged away by Hermione to Hagrid's.



"That's got to be it!"

"It makes sense and, since Dumbledore isn't here, he has a shot at taking it."

"Why do you have an invisibility cloak again?"

"A present from my Uncle Sirius. Let's go!"

"Alright, alright."

The door opened but no one stood on the other side. "That's one big dog."

Lily pulled the cloak off the three of them as Draco began playing on his lap harp. Blaise glanced at Lily "I still can't believe he plays the harp." Lily nodded as Fluffly fell asleep.

"Quirrell's been here," Lily pointed to a second harp, "and someone else." She then pointed to an abandoned wooden flute. "We're late."

Blaise stared at the partially destroyed trapdoor. "We're going down there?"

Lily shoved Blaise towards the trapdoor. "Yes. Let's get going. We don't have all day."

Lily followed Blaise through the trapdoor. A growl and Draco landed beside his two friends. After a fight with the Devils' snare and a chase after a key, the trio walked into the previously locked room.

Lily blinked, surprised. "Ron! Hermione! What are you doing here?"

The two Gryffindors turned to stare at the trio. Ron gaped. Hermione was the first to speak. "We're here to stop Snape."

"It's not Snape--"

"Never mind! Let's just get through this...chess game. Ron, you can play, right?"

Ron's mouth snapped shut. "Sure. Lily, you be the bishop, 'Mione can be the rook beside you. Malfoy...the other rook and Zabini, the other bishop."

Draco frowned. "What about you?"

"I'm going to be a knight."

After the chess game, Hermione, Lily and Draco continued on. Blaise "volunteered" (was bribed by 'Mione) to stay behind and watch Ron. Lily watched Draco and Hermione as they paced, trying to figure out Snape's challenges.

"I've got it!" Lily and Draco stared as Hermione handed the bottle third from the right to Draco and held the bottle from the left end. "This one will take us back to Ron and Blaise. The one you're holding will take us forward to the stone."

"You're sure?"

"Positive."

Lily sighed and took the bottle from Draco, staring at the liquid." There's barely enough for one...'Mione, you and Draco go back to Ron, grab the brooms from that key room and go straight to the owlery. Send an owl to Dumbledore, I don't know think that I can't hold off whoever's there."

Hermione set the bottle back on the table and flung her arms around Lily.

"'Mione!"

"Oh Lily! Promise me you'll be careful."

"Alright 'Mione. Now go, hurry!"

Hermione left but Draco stayed. "I'm not leaving you to face whatever's on the other side alone."

"Draco...I need to do this alone."

"Lilith, please."

Lily uncorked the small bottle and emptied the contents into her mouth. Draco frowned, as if this was no major setback. He grabbed her shoulder, pulling her close and kissed her on the lips, eliciting a gasp from her. That was all he needed to get into her mouth and steal half the potion. Both swallowed and she glared at him. The two passed through the black flames together...

...To see Quirrell standing in front of a large mirror. Draco and Lily exchanged worried glances as a not so nervous Quirrell turned towards them.

And then...