Chapter Five
Draco stormed out of the entry room, slamming the door behind him. It couldn't be. Lillianna a Potter. He scoffed at the idea of it. The precious little boy who lived, with his fame and glory and his dumb little broomstick. He had everything imaginable, and now he had Lills too? That wasn't fair in the slightest. Draco's feet moved one in front of the other automatically, his body knowing where he was going before his mind had made the decision.
Lucius watched his son walk from the room, his mind elsewhere. The reveal of Lillianna's birth father could either go in his favor, and the Dark Lords, or completely ruin the plans entirely. Lucius stood slowly, politely excused himself from the conversation, feigning going after his son and rushed towards his room on the top floor of the manor. Ignoring the servants as he passed them, and kicking a small house elf off his path while ascending the stairs. As he closed the door behind him, he drew his wand. Pressing the cool tip to the hidden tattoo beneath his sleeve. A calling was sent out, the news must be delivered before the Prophet got ahold of this information. Otherwise- him and his family were done for.
The Dark Lord would never forgive an act of treason.
Lillianna now sat alone in a room with Albus Dumbledore. The words he had spoken still hung in the air, a mist, heavy as fog and weighing down on her chest. For four years, she had received letters from Draco about Harry Potter. She had spent years listening to Draco sneer his name, lip curled up and tongue dripping with hatred. She had heard of his misadventures, his self-entitlement, his consistent roe's with Draco. Everything from the dueling club mishap, to his Triwizard Tournament winnings. She had grown to believe him a scoundrel. But, now she sat with the news lying heavy on her heart. Harry Potter was indeed a scoundrel, and indeed he was the boy Draco came home each year and every holiday foaming at the mouth with insults about. And indeed, Harry Potter was her relative.
"We are related." She said, "How?"
Her head had turned towards Dumbledore just in time to see him pop a candy into his mouth.
"I believe, , you already know this information." He smiled, his eyes sparkling behind his half moon spectacles, "Have you ever wondered where you get your eyes from?"
"No." She stated roughly, "I never cared to imagine questions to only receive fake answers."
But now, Lillianna found her mind wandering away from her. She thought of her mother. She remembered her warm arms, and the way her hair fell down her back. White, just like hers. Only, without all the raggedy mess that Lillianna's own hair came with. How late at night, her mother would slip into her room and swoop Lillianna up in her arms and tell her the stories of her late night adventures. And her eyes, deep swirls of ocean spray. Never quite blue but never quite green either. Round and big, bold lashes framing each eye. She remembered some things about her mother from her own memories, and some things came from old photos Narcissa had given to her shortly after moving in. She looked almost identical to her, except for her eyes. She never knew where she got her those. Her own eyes contrasted from her mother's. Where hers' had been large and light, Lillianna's eyes were almond in shape. Dark brown and flecks of light obsidian lived behind her eyelids.
Dumbledore smiled once again and rose from the love seat below him. He planted himself in front of Lillianna and handed her a small, square photograph along with the letter she'd let fall from her fingertips, before walking towards the door, as he pushed it open. He turned his head slightly, just enough to see Lillianna's hair from the corner of his eye. He whispered five words. Five words Lillianna would hear for the first time today, and for forever afterwards. Then left with a flourish of his cloak.
"You have your father's eyes."