"What remains of the dark side is catching notice of Lilith's abilities," Dumbledore told the teachers of Hogwarts, his voice bellowing throughout the room. In front of him stood anyone who was teaching the girl - anyone who could be held accountable for a failure to protect her.

"We already have enough risks with the Potter boy right under our noses," Snape hissed. He held his ageing hands behind his back. They were joined together in such a fashion that restrained them from movement. It was unlike Severus Snape to disagree with Dumbledore's ideas, yet there was just something about that child that spiked his constant irritation.

"Then we must protect them both, Severus," McGonagall chimed in.

Dumbledore exhaled deeply and nodded.

Whilst the meeting between the teachers was being carried out, Lilith was resting on her bed. Her nose was stuck in that book of her father's. She read it intently, her brown eyes scanning over her dad's scribbles as quickly as they could. 

"What's that?"

Lilith jumped. Her hands automatically closed the book and she hid it behind her back as she turned to face Pansy Parkinson, one of Daphne's friends. She'd become fairly acquainted with the girl, but she'd heard lots of rumours about her having a rather peculiar obsession with Draco Malfoy. Lilith replied, "It's none of your concern."

Pansy shrugged. "I heard you were with Draco last night."

Lilith scoffed and placed her book under her pillow. Standing up and bringing her face closer to Pansy's, she informed her, "That's also none of your concern."

Her automatic instinct was to frighten the pug-faced girl to get her to leave, so undoubtedly she knew what she had to do. She ensured that Pansy was looking her in the eyes before, almost as if it was at the flick of a switch, she made them flash bright red.

Pansy screamed and fled from Lilith's bedroom. Smirking, the culprit perched back on the edge of her bed. She smiled at her victory, but Daphne came hopping in, and her expression faded.

"What did you do?" she cried out. "Pansy's terrified!"

"I just frightened her off," Lilith told her nonchalantly, flicking a piece of hair from her face. "That's all."

"That's all? Lilith, the girl is practically in shock, I'll be surprised if someone hasn't already taken her to the Hospital Wing!"

Lilith shrugged and fell backwards onto her bed, her head hitting the pillow just as she'd hoped.

"This doesn't have anything to do with what you did to Millicent, does it?"

"What I did?" Lilith retorted. Disgust was dripping from her voice like venom. 

"Well, who else did it?" Daphne barked back. 

Lilith scowled at her from across the room. She decided not to push her luck and try the same trick on Daphne - she was already mere inches away from losing all of her friends. It wasn't like she minded, though. Lilith was born to be a loner, she knew that. If only they knew what she'd done to her beloved parents. Nobody would choose to be friends with a monster. Nobody chooses to dance with the devil.

"It wasn't intentional," she spat and with her words, Lilith puffed. She pulled the book back out from underneath her pillow, expecting Daphne to leave, but she didn't. Instead, she approached Lilith and within a single second, she'd snatched the book out of her friend's hands. 

Daphne went to escape from the room. Before she could, Lilith whipped out her wand and shouted, "Immobulus!"

She rushed to Daphne's side and pried her book from under her body where she'd fallen. As Lilith looked up, she saw Draco. 

"Impressive," he commented with a comfortable shrug. "I didn't expect to see this when I came up here to investigate all the yelling."

As Daphne regained her ability to move, she muttered, "You shouldn't know what that spell is yet. We don't learn it until next year."

Lilith dismissed her, "Doesn't matter. You shouldn't be attempting to steal other's possessions."

"That book is gonna be the death of you," Daphne said with a raised eyebrow at her. As soon as her sentence finished, she spun around on her heels and skirted past Draco, heading back downstairs. Draco took this as an invitation to walk in. He made sure the door snapped shut behind him.

Lilith rushed to her bed, where she placed the book down and whispered, "Reducio."

Draco wandered into the centre of the room. Lilith turned, her now tiny book still resting in her hands.

"Where did you learn all that?" The boy questioned with curiosity clouding his grey eyes.

"Books," she told him simply. 

"The book," he said, "What is it?"

"None of your business. You don't want to end up like Daphne, do you?"

"I don't think you'd have the nerve, Lovell."

"Oh, Malfoy, how sweet it is that you think I'd believe you're any different," she snapped back. Twirling her wand around her fingertips, she mentioned, "You lot seem to think I'm so naive just because I don't have any parents."

"Are you a pure-blood?" Draco interrupted her speech. Lilith's eyes snapped up to look at him, recalling her desperation to find out whether or not she was a pure-blood because of him.

"I am," she retaliated with a hint of ferocity in her tone. "Does that matter to you, Draco?"

"I don't suppose it does."

Taken aback by his words, she catechised him, "Isn't blood status the reason you pick on Hermione Granger all the time?"

He nodded slowly, "She doesn't interest me like you do. Everyone reckons she's brilliant, but that mudblood is just good at studying."

Lilith scrutinised Draco's expression for any signs of lies, but she couldn't see any. Leaving her suspicion behind, she allowed herself to believe him. Draco's misty eyes settled on the girl in front of him, who raked a hand through her hair.

"Show me," he demanded.

She blinked at him, confused. "What?"

"Show me what you can do."

Lilith finally caught on and within seconds, her eyes and hair had turned the same shades to match Draco's. His mouth gaped slightly in amazement. He wasn't quite ready to compliment her, though.

He nodded his head, the only indicator he was willing to give to prove how impressed he was. Lilith gave him a light grin.

"Sorry you had to see all that go down," she said, rather open for herself. "It's just that book... It was my father's."

"Oh," Draco replied, then went on to say with a smirk, "I thought you didn't wanna tell me."

Lilith's shoulders moved up and back down. "I didn't. Guess I just let it slip."

Draco almost wanted to tell her she should let things slip more often, but he refrained from letting his intrigue get the best of him. Instead, he almost hurtled towards the door - just in a more Malfoy-like fashion, rather elegant and composed - and left Lilith standing there blankly.