Chapter 8 : A Secret Crush?
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Lupin frowned down at Lillia. “Allergic to chocolate? Well, let‘s hope you never get sent to Azkaban.” He tucked the bit of chocolate back into his robes. “Well then, you will probably need some rest. Ginny… Hermione, can you show Lillia to your room?”
“No, no. I’ve only just woken up!” Lillia protested. “I’ll be fine.”
“I really think that you should at least go sit down…”
“Remus! There’s someone here to see you!” It was Sirius’s voice that interrupted from outside the room. Lillia thought that she would never be as happy to hear the man’s voice again as she was in that moment.
“Well, are you sure you are going to be alright?” Lupin asked.
“Yeah, fine.” Lillia smiled convincingly through the thick cloud of fog in her head.
“Alright then.” He cast her one last uncertain glace before ducking out of the drawing room.
Lillia went to stand and realized just how woozy she was. She stumbled and almost fell. Ron Weasley steadied her. “Hey, are you sure you are alright? That was an awfully nasty bite you took.”
“Yeah, fine.” she answered almost unsure of herself. Her eyes scanned the room. They were all looking at her. Staring at her. The famous heroic trio appeared to be apprehensive at best. Ginny’s emotions were a little better concealed, but pretty much revealed the same. And the twins… they didn’t miss a beat.
George smiled grabbed her by the elbow pulling her from his brother and asked. “Could you describe your symptoms to us? Don’t spare us any detail, please.”
“Yeah.” Fred, quill and parchment in hand, asked. “Exactly how are you feeling right now?”
“Uh.. a little dizzy.” she stumbled a bit against George. “Make that a lot dizzy.”
“Excellent.” muttered Fred, jotting something onto the parchment. “Anything else?”
“I don’t know, a headache.”
“Yeah, a headache from you two nitwits!” Hermione began ferociously accusing the twins of going too far to make a joke, saying that people were going to get hurt. Lillia didn’t understand what they were talking about, but she didn’t care either. She walked over to where Harry, Ron, and Ginny were standing.
She looked Harry dead in the eyes and said. “I have to talk to you.”
“What?” he asked a little more than confused.
“I have to talk to you about something rather important and I need to talk to you about it alone.” She repeated herself patiently.
“We’re not going to let him talk to you alone.” Ginny chimed, glaring at Lillia.
“Well, I don’t believe that that is up to you.” Lillia could feel her face go to stone, revealing nothing.
“He’ll only tell us later.” Ron said reasonably.
Her eyes never left Harry‘s. “Ah, you are probably right, but I don’t really give a damn either way. I only know that if Potter wants to hear what I have to say, and I promise he does, then he better make sure that he can talk to me alone. I want to be able to say what I want to say without any interruptions. Afterwards, he can do with my information as he damn well pleases.”
Ginny and Ron exchanged shocked glances. Hermione and the twins obliviously continued quarrelling. Harry appeared to be considering her words. “Okay. I’ll talk to you.” He sent Ron and Ginny measuring looks. “Alone.”
“Alright then, after dinner.”
Lillia tried not to took uncomfortable as she pushed her spoon around in circles in her bowl of soup. She turned her head a bit and let her eyes trail down the table. There were many people she didn’t recognize. She had been introduced to them as merely a friend, but she could tell by the looks on their faces that once she was well out of earshot they would be informed of who she really was. For now, though, the strangers managed to be polite enough to allow their eyes to fall on anyone at the table except her. It would have almost been comforting if their eyes managed to pass over her once, but their deliberate avoidance told Lillia that they were not overlooking her by any means. No, they had their eyes on everyone else, and their mouths engaged in conversation, but their minds were focused on her for the time being.
Lillia looked hopefully to the door once more, hoping to see Professor Lupin come in. She knew that he would make the whole ordeal easier on her, but instead, she had been seated beside Ginny and across from Hermione. Both girls were avoiding her almost as much as the adults. It didn’t matter to Lillia though, she was used to being ignored. It didn’t bother her so much anymore, it never really had.
Almost everyone had cleared their plates and bowls, but no one seemed interested in leaving the table. While most people began to simmer down and feel that warm heavy state of drowsiness after a meal. one conversation began to get increasingly heated.
“And then I told him that he would just have to wait ‘till I could get in another order!” The twins and Sirius joined the shabby looking man in laughter.
“Alright, alright, that’s enough of that sort of talk at the table.” Molly said jumping up and picking up her plate. “I think it’s time for us all to go to bed.”
“Alright, Mum.” the twins got up and carried their plates to the sink. “Guess we’re off to bed.” They grinned mischievously. Molly shook her head.
Lillia rose from her chair and carried her own dishes to the sink. “Are you going to bed too, dear?” Molly asked in her fussy manner.
“Yeah, I think I could use some sleep.” She turned to Sirius. “Where am I supposed to sleep tonight?”
He thought for a moment. “Eh, you better sleep in Remus’s room. He won’t be here tonight and most of the other rooms are either taken or not made up. I’m sure he won’t mind.”
“Oh, I don’t know which room is his.”
“Alright, c’mon. I’ll show you.” he said rising from his seat.
“Are you sure he won’t mind?” Lillia asked doubtfully.
“Yeah, it’s fine. Just don’t mess with anything. He won’t be back for a couple of days so I don’t see what it would hurt as long as you don’t touch anything.” Sirius shrugged.
“Oh, I’m not going to touch anything.” She would have loved to though. She would have loved to leaf through the stacks of books taking up most of the small room. She would have loved to dig through the stacks of manila folders and rolled up parchment. But, she suppressed her curiosity.
“Then it’s fine.” Sirius turned back to the door. He wanted to leave and Lillia didn’t blame him, but she had something to say first.
“Sirius, I know you don’t want me here. I wouldn’t really want myself here either if I were you, but you are letting me stay here. I appreciate it. I know you still don’t trust me. Hell, you may never trust me, but you are still giving me a chance. That’s more than what most people would do. Thanks.”
He stood, frozen in the doorway. A few seconds passed and he finally nodded before shutting the door behind him. Well, it’s a start.
Only a few minutes after Sirius left there was a knock on the door. “Hey, it’s Harry.”
“Yeah, come on in.” Lillia called staying seated on the edge of the unmade bed.
She watched as the doorknob turned and he pushed the door open. He gently pulled the door shut. “So, now what is it that you need to talk to me about?” He asked.
“Sit down.” Her voice was commanding. “Before I tell you anything I need your word that your friends aren’t on the other side of that door trying to listen in.”
Harry smiled as he sat down beside her. “Oh, no, they are on the other side trying their hardest to hear what we are saying.”
Her temper flared. “Well, you better go out there and put a stop to it.”
He laughed again. It just wasn’t the sort of chillingly confident laugh that Lillia had expected from the Boy-Who-Lived. “I promise, they can’t hear a thing. It’s actually quite lucky for you to have Lupin’s room. He put loads of spells on it once he realized that the twins had Extendable Ears.
Lillia frowned. “They have what?”
“Extendable Ears… they are like some sort of microphone or something, but magic.”
“Hum… whatever. Harry you know that I am Voldemort’s daughter and everything right?”
“Yeah.” he frowned along with her.
“Well, I didn’t know that until yesterday.” Lillia spoke slowly and carefully, stressing every syllable.
“Right, you’ve already told me all of this…” he sighed impatiently.
“Oh, will you just shut up and listen? I’m trying to tell this the best I can.”
“Fine!” he huffed.
“Alright. Well, I didn’t find out about all of this until yesterday, but I’ve been having these dreams since I was little.”
An eyebrow raised. “What sort of dreams?”
“The nightmarish sort. I think that they are dreams of Voldemort killing people.” her voice had fallen from a scolding huff to an eerie whisper.
Harry shuddered. “I’ve had quite a few of those myself, what are yours like?”
“Well, most of them are people who I don’t recognize. They could be some random Muggle in an alleyway or a passing half-blood. Sometimes I never even get to see their faces, but there’s this one… and I think it has to do with you.”
She nodded. “It feels very real. And I see it from his eyes. I think I’ve seen him kill your mother, Harry.” she turned her head away from him with guilt. She had somehow invaded this awful and sacred thing.
He only could blink at her. His mouth slowly fell open, as if he thought it was a rather stupid joke. “How can you see something like that?”
Her eyes turned back to meet his. “I really don’t know, Harry. I was hoping you could tell me.”
“How am I supposed to help you? I’m not the one making you see my mother get killed.”
“It’s not just your mother, it’s all of them! I’m so tired of having to watch people die every night!”
Harry shook his head. “And most of these people you don’t even know?”
“Hum… Well, I think that you should have a talk with Dumbledore. When I was having all my scar trouble he helped me figure out that it was because of some connection I have to Voldemort, maybe he could help you too.”
“Yeah, he probably could, but you don’t think I have some sort of connection to him too, do you?” Lillia didn’t want a connection like that with her father, he was after all the most feared wizard of the age.
“You could… I mean you are his daughter, after all.” Harry smile apologetically.
“Well, I guess I shall have to kiss all those late nights in the Slytherin common room goodbye.” she laughed.
Harry smiled for a moment and then blushed. “Are you serious?”
“Lord, no! You can’t have boyfriends when no one speaks to you.” she grinned.
“Yeah, we you don’t have to speak to one another to a have a more physical relationship.” he pushed gently on her shoulder as if to illustrate his point. Lillia’s stomach leapt up into her chest.
“Harry, that’s awful!” her tone was objecting, but she was still smiling.
“Yeah, well you know what they say about Slytherin girls.”
“That we all try so hard to compete with that slut Pansy we all end up pregnant?” she suggested.
“Hah. No, I was thinking that Slytherin girls put on this big show of being true to pureblood, but they’ll take anyone into the old broom closet for a good time, but then again it all amounts to the same thing.”
Lillia couldn’t believe it. She was laughing and joking with Harry Potter, one of the last people she ever expected to speak to. She actually felt normal for once. But there was something wrong with the way she reacted to his touch. She shouldn’t have been getting fuzzy feelings over someone she couldn’t trust, especially not if he was her father’s greatest enemy. But, Lillia didn’t object to it just yet. It was half an hour later when Harry had gone up to his own room when she thought to herself. I can’t have a bloody crush on Harry Potter.
A/N: Okay, so did you like it? I've been a little worried about how I worded this and all. I need you to tell me what you honestly think. I would love you dearly if you did. I can't wait to hear what some of you... hem hem Auburn Fair and Miss Remus hem hem... think. I know you'll gimmie great reviews! Lots of imput please, ladies! <3
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