Written For: gueneviere-fics [because she completed a ritualistic writer’s block-crushing fire sacrifice for me, obv] + muclbloods [because she went back to school today and i love her eternally, also obv??]
Lily has a secret.
Well, it’s less of a secret
than it is a particularly unexpected hiding place, but it still counts, she
thinks, because sometimes—sometimes, the
Gryffindor common room is too loud, and the Hogwarts library is too stuffy, and
the rest of the castle—the sweeping lawns and the crystal windows and the
looming towers, the age-worn nooks and the centuries-old crannies—sometimes, it’s
just all too magical.
And she loves magic, she does, she loves how it swirls and
sings and saturates her blood with the loveliest, most extraordinary sense of
warmth, how it fizzles and fits so seamlessly under the surface of her skin—but
she also loves her family, her past, her sister,
and Lily has never quite been able to forget that magic, magic, magic is the sole, bitterly inescapable reason that Petunia
no longer loves her back.
Let me show you what your life should’ve been.What your perfect day would have been like.You and I had a little cottage. It was an ordinary summer day. You had been playing outside so you were tired and it was time for bed. You told me about the fort that you had built out in the woods by the river. So I asked if I could visit and you said when the sun came up in the morning, and I said.. goodnight Nadia, sleep well.Your mother loves you.