"Where were you? Binns started talking fifteen minutes ago," Angelina asks whispering to me.
"I had to help Ron and Harry get to Transfiguration," I told her before she shuts up and I start listening to Professor Binns.
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I sit on the red sofa opposite the fire in the common room, doing my homework before I hear someone behind me. "Lily?" someone asks me. I turn my head and see Harry stood behind the sofa.
"Hi, Harry. Come and sit. I'll only be a minute," I tell him before finishing my Transfiguration homework.
"So, you said that you were going to tell me why you ran out of the compartment yesterday," he tells me before I nod my head.
"Well, I think I ought to start from the beginning then," I pause before continuing. "Well, it all started on October 31st, 1981, my birthday. My uncle, who's my guardian now, came around to take me to trick or treating that night. When we got back to the house, it was completely ruined. I ran into the house to see dad laying on the floor, dead but since I was only three, I was thinking that he was playing a game and the thing goes for mum," I say before wiping my eyes and sniffing because I'm now crying. "The only person that was actually alive in the house was a little boy, the age of only a year old, crying at the sight of his mother. That little boy had now a permanent scar on the right side of his forehead." I shake my head before covering my mouth with my hand and tears come streaming out of my head before walking away again, out of the common room to find Fred, George or Angelina.
I end up finding the three of them in the study and I sit next to them before placing my head on the desk and repeatedly lifting my head up and down so my forehead hit the desk. "Stupid. Emotions!" I groan before I stop hitting my head on the desk.
"Lils?" Ange asks me before I nod my head.
"Nope. Can't do it. Probably never gonna tell the boy now because I can't get the word out before bursting out in tears," I tell them before Angelina brings me into a hug.
"Well, I could suggest writing him a letter and get one of us to hand it to him whilst you hide somewhere in the castle," Angelina suggests before I lift up my head and look at her. I smile weakly before nicking one of the twins piece of parchment from them. It was a plain one though.
"Thank you, Ange, twins. Now, I need some ink and a quill," I tell them before George hands me a quill and Fred puts his ink in front of me. "Thank you again, boys, now want one of you three to decide who will give the letter to Harry tomorrow morning," I tell them before the three of them start to talk between themselves and I roll my eyes before nodding my head, putting my head down and looking at the parchment to think of what to write. Not long after this, I pick up the quill that George gave me, dip it into the ink that Fred gave me and starting to write to Harry about what happened today in the common room.
Dear Harry,
I'm sorry about what happened yesterday but I couldn't tell you what I'm about to tell you without bursting out into tears. I had one of my friends hand you the letter because of two things. One, I couldn't stand handing it to you, sitting back down with my friends and then seeing the expression on your face. Two, I would actually be hiding by the time you read this so, I couldn't give it to you and then hide because you would find me too easily.
So, yesterday when I told you that story about the 31st October 1981, I couldn't bring myself to tell you what I've been trying to tell you for the past few days. Along with that, I didn't want to burst into tears when I told you this any my friend Angelina told me this was the best logical reason to do it meaning that I won't have to physically tell you this but you are reading this instead. I thought it was quite logical of her to think of this and I agreed so I decided to write you this.
Before I tell you what I wanted to tell you, let me tell you the story again if you have already forgotten. Well, it all started on October 31st, 1981, my birthday. My uncle, who's my guardian now, came around to take me trick or treating that night. When we got back to the house, it was completely ruined. I ran into the house to see dad laying on the floor, dead but since I was only three, I was thinking that he was playing a game and the thing goes for mum. The only person that was actually alive in the house was a little boy, the age of only a year old, crying at the sight of him mother. That little boy had now a permanent scar on the right side of his forehead.
Now, if you want to tell Ron this, then by all means do but if Fred and George actually did what they were told when I told them, then hopefully Ron won't know this but...........
.......... You're my brother Harry.
I know this will be a shock to you but I promise you that I didn't actually want to leave you but it was for your protection. I was told that you had been removed from the broken house by Rubeus Hagrid, a dear friend of mine who told me about what happened when he came to collect you, during lunch when I went to see him. Anyways, I was told that you were put under the protection of Vernon and Petunia Dursley, Petunia was mum's sister but they drifted apart from what I remember what she told me. Now, please don't get mad at me because I wasn't there for you, believe me, I wanted to be there for you when started growing, said your first word, started walking and everything like that, I wanted to be there for you when that happened but I couldn't because as Uncle Remus put it, it was for your protection and if you found out that you had a sister before you got to Hogwarts, then you would want to come and live with me. Now, I know you will be thinking, 'damn well I would want to live with you' you can't. You are under the protection of Vernon and Petunia until you are seventeen and then, just then will you be able to leave the protection of them and come to live with me and Uncle Remus, unless we're dead but that's highly doubtful.
Anyways, I'll see you when I see you.
Your sister,
Lilith Elizabeth 'Lily' Potter
I finish writing the letter before folding it up and looking at Fred, George and Angelina to see who is going to do it. "Who's giving the letter to Harry, tomorrow?" I ask them before they all point behind me and I see Lee standing behind me. "Great. Lee, tomorrow morning, you will go up to Harry at breakfast and Harry this letter. I am warning you now, Mr Jordan. You lose that letter between right when I give it to you and tomorrow morning, I will physically curse you into next week. So, don't lose it! Do you hear me?" I ask him and he nods his head, gulping and I roll my eyes. "Kidding. But everything is riding on you giving that letter to Harry otherwise I wouldn't be able to Harry what is in that letter, before I am way too nervous." Lee nods his head before grabbing the letter from my hands and I get up, walking away so that Lee can take my place and talk to the twins. Angelina picks up her bag and follows me back to the common room, I pack up my stuff that is still on the sofa in the common room before walking up to the dorm with Angelina. "You ready for tomorrow?" she asks me and I shake my head. "Not enough. Nervous as hell but as soon as it's done, I will have it off my chest and I will be able to relax. Anyways, I'll see you tomorrow, Ange. You head down to dinner. I'm gonna head to bed early tonight," I tell her whilst changing into my pyjamas and going to sleep. I barely head Angelina telling me goodnight before I drift off.
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Well, well, well. If it isn't me again. I am glad to have finished this chapter since it's taken me about three days. Now, that letter that I wrote took me way too long to write.