LILLIANS POV

     When I woke up, I was excited. I couldn't wait to get to know my Father, and excited to go to Hogwarts this year. I lay in bed, trying to gather my mind. So much stuff was revealed to me yesterday, my mind is still reeling a little bit.

     After a couple minutes of just laying in bed, contemplating everything about my life, I get up. I go to the bathroom that's conjoined to my room. I take a quick shower, get dressed, and brush my teeth. Today is supposed to be a somewhat easy day, so I just put my ruby red hair into a ponytail.

     My Dark Mark starts to burn a little bit, but I try to ignore it. I look at my other hand. The hand that has the snake wrapped around my wrist, and slithering onto my palm. I have to ask Father about that. I don't want another brand on my skin, binding me to another person.

     I hear Narcissa shout from the bottom floor that breakfast is ready. I quickly exit the bathroom and my bedroom, and run down the stairs to the kitchen. Narcissa is surrounded by different breakfast items. She once told me that she helps all the house elves with the cooking and baking.

     I go over to her and give her a hug as a "thank you". I stare at the food, not quite sure what I want. I grab a plate and put different things on it. I grab pancakes, waffles, some french toast, and a Dutch baby.

     I sit at the table, putting fruit on my breakfast and drowning them in syrup. In the middle of my eating, Draco and his sister Aelia walk down the stairs. Suddenly, I don't have an appetite anymore.

     They grab their food and sit down at the table with me. Aelia stares at me for a while before she starts to eat. Draco ends up being the one to break the deafening silence.

     "How are you after yesterday Lillian? I know a lot happened, and you got some serious new information about you."

     I stop eating and put my utensils down. I look at him, not quite sure what he wants as a response.

     "I'm fine. I don't have any guilt about killing my Mo- Veronica. I just feel a lot of relief. I'm going to be spending the day with Father. As for the information he told me, I'm glad that my actual parents love me. Even if one was murdered by Voldemort."

     Aelia subtly flinches at the sound of the Dark Lords name. She looks at me with the most scathing look she could muster.

     "Did you really need to say his name? Was it that important to you? I don't know about you Lillian, but I would actually like to live, and not be murdered by him."

     "Oh, I don't know Aelia. Is it necessary that everytime that I say something, you have to have a remark that is supposed to hurt me?"

     "No, but I gotta admit. It's pretty satisfying knowing that I hurt your feelings. Even though I'm pretty sure you. Don't. Have. Any."

     I get up from the table and walk away. It's true that I don't show my emotions, but I've always been told that it was a sign of weakness. I hear someone walk behind me, and walk even faster to the front door.

     "Lillian wait! I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said any of those things, even though they are mostly true."

     I don't acknowledge that I heard her, I just kept walking. I fling open the door to see Father standing there.

     "Are you ready then? I wasn't expecting you to answer the door before I've even knocked."

     "I'm ready. Can we leave now?"

     He doesn't answer. He holds his arm out for me to take, and we Apparate to Hogsmead.

I know this chapter is really short, but I don't know what to write for the next part. Tomorrow I'll try to post another chapter, and hopefully it's longer. How are you guys? Let me know if I should change anything. Love you all💚🤍