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Poison Prince and Brave Princess Part I-Chapter 10Agony and desire
The next morning at breakfast Harry and Ron were astounded, that she was still alive and even more surprised, that she had apparently done so well in her private lesson with Snape.
“He complimented you?” Ron gaped at her forgetting to bite into his toast so that the honey dropped down onto his plate.
“He just said ‘Very well’ and gave me full points for my potion.” Lillian shrugged and ate a sausage.
“That IS a compliment” said Harry and shook his head in disbelief. “Not even Hermione ever got a compliment even though her stuff is almost always perfect.”
Lillian shrugged again not showing them that the way the lesson had ended also concerned her, but it was absolutely none of their business what she shared with Snape. “He gave me an eight inch essay as homework though” she said quickly. “I’m a first year student after all even though I am older than you two together. And he didn&
Poison Prince and Brave Princess Part I-Chapter 9Broomsticks and private lessons
When she woke up in the morning she couldn’t remember how she had gotten into bed. She also didn’t remember her dreams. The only thing spinning in her mind for a few minutes was the previous evening. She got up, opened the curtains and the windows to let the sunshine and fresh air in while getting dressed and ready for breakfast and lessons. While she looked into the mirror combing her hair she noticed the faint smile on her face. When she had packed her bag for today’s lessons she left her room and went down to have breakfast.
Ron, Harry, Fred and George were already there eating porridge.
“Good morning Lillian” said Fred cheerfully.
“Yeah good morning” agreed Fred.
Ron offered her the bowl with porridge. “Help yourself.”
“Uhm no thanks. I hate porridge.” She grabbed the bowl with cereals instead and underlined her statement with a disgusted sort of face.
“Are you serious?
Poison Prince and Brave Princess Part I-Chapter 8Behind the mask
While she was trying to comfort him silently her eyes fell onto a clock on the mantelpiece that told her, that it was half past ten. Obviously almost every room with a chimney had a clock on its mantelpiece.
After approximately ten more minutes his crying ebbed away and he let go of her still sobbing a bit. He pulled out her handkerchief from his cloak and blew his nose to then put it away again. She left a hand on his back.
“If you don’t want you don’t have to continue. I think –“
He interrupted her with a vigorous shake of his head. “I will continue.”
“Okay.” She waited until he had breathed deeply in and out several times and then listened closely again.
“After that incident, which was the first thing I never forgave myself, we grew apart, merely because she had chosen her way and I had chosen mine. In our last year I had to watch with bitterness that she started seeing Potter and -“ He sighed.
Poison Prince and Brave Princess Part I-Chapter 7Despair and memories
When the bell rang she went back to her room to take away her bag and to take off the robes. As slow as possible she went down into the Great Hall getting lost on purpose two times that when she finally reached her place at the Gryffindor table the Great Hall was already packed with people.
“Where have you been so long?” asked Harry when she had sat down.
“Got lost...” mumbled Lillian and wondered if it would be a good idea to eat something.
“Still worried?” asked Ron and Lillian nodded staring down on her plate.
“In fact I’ve been wondering if I shouldn’t go at all” she said and sighed.
“Yes you have to. Otherwise he might take more points from Gryffindor, or give us all detention or poison our breakfast tomorrow.”
“Seriously – don’t make things worse for either of us.”
Lillian sighed deeply still not having touched any of the foods. “I
Poison Prince and Brave Princess Part I-Chapter 6The letter
She didn’t know how long she had been there by the lakeside. When she finally got up on her wobbly knees it was too dark to see and a grumbling sound in the distance told her of an upcoming thunderstorm. Feeling drained and befuddled she took her wand. “Lumos...” she muttered and the tip of her wand lit up. She dragged herself up to the castle entrance while the thunderstorm was rolling closer. When she entered the entrance hall a bright lightning crawled over the sky lighting up the entrance hall for seconds, not long afterwards a loud thunder followed. She closed the portal and hurried up the marble staircase. The weather actually underlined her state of mind perfectly. When she closed the door of her room behind her it started to rain. She closed the windows and the curtains, undressed and crawled into her bed without putting on her pyjama. She fell into a restless sleep full of odd dreams.
When she woke up the next morning she felt as if she hadn
Poison Prince and Brave Princess Part I-Chapter 5Explorations
After the party she had her issues to find back to her room. And Peeves didn’t help either. When she finally managed to find the third corridor it was way past midnight. Again she decided it was a good idea to explore the castle and the school grounds the next day. She walked down the corridor the moon shining through the windows and her wand emitting a bit of light. When she was about to pass by the stone gargoyle it swung to the side and Snape stepped into the corridor mumbling “Lumos”. The tip of his wand lighted up the moment he noticed Lillian’s lighted wand. A sudden bewildered expression appeared on his face and he widened his eyes to then narrow them not keeping them off Lillian. She felt another wave of concern and unease rumbling within her. The moment she finally decided to say something Snape just shook his head in disbelief and rushed down the corridor out of sight.
Lost in thoughts she reached for her room and wanted to open the
Poison Prince and Brave Princess Part I-Chapter 4Lillian’s room and Sorting Feast
They left her office and marched down the corridor, down staircases until they reached the third floor corridor again. Lillian followed McGonagall past the stone gargoyle down the corridor and around a corner. A few steps later they stopped in front of a wooden door.
“Your room” said Professor McGonagall and opened the door.
They went inside. The room wasn’t very big and a bit bald with only her bed, a wooden desk, a wardrobe, an empty bookcase with three shelves and a wooden chair behind the desk. The chimney was cold, only a few logs were inside it but no fire danced upon them.
“Neat...” said Lillian but wasn’t able to hide the hint of disappointment.
“I will now go and look for the headmaster and Professor Flitwick. Meanwhile you can unpack your things into the wardrobe and put your books on the shelves.”
Not waiting for Lillian’s answer McGonagall left her alone and the things she ha
Poison Prince and Brave Princess Part I-Chapter 3Errands
When she was gone Dumbledore went back to his desk again and sat down. “There are a few more things we have to agree about.” He watched Lillian while she was admiring Fawkes, but she turned around as soon as he fell silent.
“That would be what?”
“Well. Since you are going to walk around the school and since you aren’t a teacher but a too old student people will be asking questions.”
“I see. So...what do you think I should say?”
Dumbledore gazed out of the window for a few seconds before he replied. “I think I will let everyone know the most necessary things during dinner. If anyone tries to squeeze more out of you I would prefer you don’t say anything.”
“Fine with me,” said Lillian and was quite relieved that she did not have to explain everything again.
“Good. The next thing is – we need to decide what house you belong to even though you won’t sleep in the dormitory of
Poison Prince and Brave Princess Part I-Chapter 2The wondrous story
“Lemon drop” said McGonagall and the stone gargoyle moved aside to reveal the spiral staircase that led to the office. Lillian followed McGonagall onto the staircase that started to move like a very slow carousel and transported them upwards. When the staircase stopped they were standing in front of a closed door. McGonagall knocked and a wise old voice said:
They entered the room. Behind the enormous wooden desk with the claw-feet he sat. Quickly Lillian looked around as far as possible from where she was standing and recognised the cabinet that contained Dumbledore’s pensieve and then she looked back at him again. He stood up from his chair and eyed her in the same unbelieving way like McGonagall had already done.
“You didn’t exaggerate Minerva,” he said slowly looking from Lillian to McGonagall and back. “She really bears a striking resemblance to Lily.” With a sigh he sat down on his ch
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