Lilith woke up in a cold sweat from a nightmare. Lilith was panting from her fear and she put her head into her pillow to muffle a few sobs. The memory of the nightmare came back to her clearly.
They were threatening to kill Abigail. Bellatrix would whisper to not say anything. She would ask about what but her mother would then disappear. Her father weaved in and out while whispering something inaudible. Lilith would scream at the top of her lungs whenever the disappeared. They were in a muggle graveyard and Lilith weaved in and out of the gravestones. Her parents always seemed to be disappearing or just out of her reach. She stumbled around and then tripped over a grave. She rolled over onto her back. Lilith was staring up at a statue of a grim reaper. She let out a small gasp. Lilith stood up and turned to the direction she had been running. Lilith found herself looking at an old abandoned house. All of the windows had been busted out from people throwing rocks at it. Lilith could see what was once a garden but it was now overgrown with weeds. Vines covered most of the house. There were bits of stone peaking through the thick vines. The shingles were badly damaged and most of them were fallen off. The shingles on the roof were extremely discolored from the amount of sunlight they had been exposed to.
Lilith sat up and pulled her knees to her chest. She let out a quiet, sad sigh. Why did she get this life? These nightmares had been following her for years. They were always different. She once saw a picture of her mother. There had been a pile of old newspapers in the attic of the orphanage. All of them were yellowing from age and covered in dust. One of the front-page articles had been about her mother's escape from Askaban. That was the only time she had seen her mother's face. She had no idea what her father looked like and she had no desire to find a picture. Lilith knew it was still extremely early so she decided to get dressed. She put her school robes on and decided to wander the castle.
She came upon the trophy room and she wandered in. Lilith was attracted to one of the biggest trophies in the room. Lilith stared at it. It was engraved to Tom Riddle for special services to the school. Lilith felt the air leave her lungs. Her father had received an award from the school?
Lilith ran from the room and down the corridor. She started hyperventilating in a hidden corner. Her father was the darkest wizard of all time and had been one of the most feared wizards. It shocked her that he had been given an award. What should she do with this information?