Lily-Flower

Half-Blood Prince

Lily woke up to sunshine streaming in through her windows. All the girls groaned at the light and flicked their wands for curtains. Everybody in Ravenclaw could do a silent spell at age 14. Lily pulled on a shirt over her nightgown and walked downstairs to grab her book. She jumped at a familiar figure in the commons.


“You scared me!” Scorpius grinned. Lily glared and stomped on his foot angrily.


“I think we should talk to Al.” Lily looked at him as if he had just proposed jumping off of a cliff into a shark’s mouth.


“Does it have to be Al? He’s a bloody idiot,” Scorpius waved his hand nonchalantly, as if people calling Albus, Lily’s brother, a bloody idiot, was normal vocabulary. Technically, it was. He wasn’t exactly the smartest wizard in his year. As she slipped on her robes, Scorpius grabbed Lily’s hand and dragged her towards the Gryffindor commons. He walked in with a group of Gryffindor girls, Lily staying and crossing her arms frustratedly. She heard an “OI, POTTER!” and the girls giggling and held open the portrait (she knew the password, she had heard it).


“Hey, Al!” Lily waved at her brother.


“Hi.”


“What are we supposed to ask you, again?”


“Erm…”


“Let me do the talking,” Scorpius stepped forward.


“What, mate?”


“Do you know how to get your dad to talk to my dad?”


“Ask Lily.”


Scorpius raised his eyebrows. “Her?”


“I see your point. She’s quite introverted, don’t you know?”


“Who doesn’t?”


“Anyhow, maybe I can owl him.”


“Okay.”


“Right.”


“Gonna leave now.”


“Cool.”


Lily was bored at that point. She pulled Scorpius away.


“Wanna go to the Room of Requirement?”


“That was casual.”


“Okay, Mr. Casual. Remember that time when you just went up to headmistress McGonagall to ask why a Potter was in Ravenclaw? Just saying, you’re not one to talk.”


“Ha, ha. Very funny,” They walked away to the seventh floor happily.


“Let’s think about something that will inspire us, or get us to the ministry.” The duo had mastered this concept in their first year, when Lily told Scorpius her dad’s stories and he led her to the foretold spot. He somehow knew Hogwarts very well by the second day. They paced together, each smiling as they heard the faint creak of the door appearing. Lily pushed the heavy oak open with immense strength for one her size, and held it for a laughing Scorpius. They stepped in just in time to see a two books and a map inside. Scorpius picked them up, leafing through them and smiling.


“Yes,” he muttered. “Yes.” Lily climbed on his back to see the page and gasped in shock. Her scrabbling feet, clinging on like little crabs, dropped.


“The Half Blood Prince.”


“What, Lily?” As Scorpius turned around, Lily’s eyes got huge and she scrabbled away.


“DON’T TOUCH THAT BOOK, SCOR! PUT IT DOWN! NOW!” Fear had grasped her. In the little echoing room, she put her arms around her knees, creating the fetal position, refusing to leave her corner until the book was out of Scorpius’s hands.


“My parents told me horrid things about that book...horrid spells...used against your father….sectum-sectum-” Lily looked away. “I used to have nightmares about finding it...accidentally hurting you...or sometimes,” She shuddered. “Worse.” Scorpius walked over, his long fingers grasping for Lily. He held her, rocking back and forth, trying to calm her down. Lily looked at him with tearful eyes.


“What did you read?”


“Why?” Scorpius didn’t want to tell her, knowing what she had been trying to say just minutes before.


“B-bat-Bogey hexes are looking your way.” Scorpius looked genuinely scared, forgetting that he was behind Lily, holding her so that she didn’t kill the book, trying to calm her down.


“It was bad handwriting. Almost unreadable. It said, ‘sectumsem-’” Lily gasped, and in an instant was covering his mouth.


“Don’t. Use. That. Spell.” She leapt up and took the book away. “Maybe Mrytle will know where to hide it.” She shoved him away from the book as she said this, glaring.


“But she’s in the girl’s bathrooms, Lily.” Lily flushed red as she realized what he had just said, and pulled on his arm frustratedly. When they got back to the Ravenclaw commons, she made him leave the room, pushing his helpless pleas away. She couldn’t even look at him. He had picked up the book again. He called her a boy. And he had suggested they speak with ALBUS, of all people. She pulled her blanket over her head, refusing to speak with a confused cousin Rose. She cursed the day she had ever even asked Scorpius to come for the holidays. Silent, frustrated tears slowly crept down her face, causing her vision to blur and her glasses to fog. She pulled them off angrily. No use looking for Gnargles, anyway. She hated the whole world for putting this upon her.



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