Lilith's POV

I wake up with the weird feeling of being watched. Like every other day for the past month. Harry, Hermione and Ron came back a few hours after leaving, but I was fast asleep. I kept the vision to myself but I know Harry saw it somehow.

I think he believes I know nothing about it, so I'll let him think that. I stir as I push the covers off my body, lifting the sweater Harry gave me yesterday, staring at my body.

The scars on my stomach are ugly. Very ugly. But they remind me that my brother saved me. Harry risked his life to help me.

But I can't say I'm cured. My red, scary wounds are nowhere to be seen, leaving me with two huge white scars. But the fact that I haven't seen Pansy since I left Hogwarts... She died, Amycus killed her. Why would he do that? And little Louise too, and her crush... I think his name is Daniel or something.

Have I mentioned that I'm losing my mind with every second that goes by? Yesterday... Well, I think it was yesterday, I've lost the sense of time since I got here. As I was saying, I was talking to Harry and all of a sudden, he smiles and I ask him the worst question ever: 'Who are you?'.

Harry was devastated, but he knows nothing about the whole 'Lilith is losing her memory' thing. And I want to keep it that way. I want to cherish every moment I spend with those I love before I lose myself inside my own kind completely.

I hear voices coming from the room beside mine. Harry and our friends are probably discussing the details of their next mission. I miss hanging out with them but I don't want to burden them with my broken self. They have enough problems already.

Speaking of missions, I found out they didn't leave to break into Lestrange's vault that day. I still don't know what they did but the elf, Griphook, was talking to himself and I overheard him 'accepting' the offer. But that he wanted something in return. I can't help but think they're waiting for me to get better.

I hope that's what's happening.

A knock on my door distracts me from my river of thoughts. Speaking of the devil, Harry's head peeks in before I can answer the door. He waves at me, surprised I'm awake.

"Hey, sis. Didn't know you were awake."

I roll my eyes. I would use my sarcasm on him but I'm tired.

"What brings you to my humble room?" I lay back on my bed and pat the empty spot next to me. Harry sits by my side and speaks.

"I was wondering if you're feeling better." I nod, answering his question. "Good, because I was talking to the others and I- we- want you to come with us. We're going to break into Bellatrix Lestrange's vault and find out what's going on."

I close my eyes for a second, taking it all in. I have to ask, I have to ask.

"What were you going that day? When you said you were going to enter her vault? You clearly didn't."

Harry looks taken aback by my words and takes his time with the answer, looking for the right words to say.

"I was just looking for something, no need to worry." He scratches the back of his neck. Wrong answer Harry Potter. "Do you want to go?"

"Of course I want to." I nudge his shoulder with mine. "And missing the opportunity of hanging out with my favorite brother?"

I can't shake the feeling he's bluntly lying to me right on my face, but I shake my head and start getting dressed, Harry leaving to give me time to get ready. I walk around the room, trying to find the clothes Fleur lend me.

It has to be somewhere around here.

I can't find any underwear. I sigh, knowing I have to ask Fleur where she put my stuff. Because she bought some clothes for me the last time she left to get food.

Because she can't cook to save her life. Believe me.

Another knock on my door takes my kind away from my own thoughts and back to my room. This time, the person waits for me to open the door before forcing their presence.

"Morning." Hermione smiles, but I only nod. She senses my discomfort and hugs me. "I know, I know. But we'll explain everything as soon as this mess is over."

I nod. She knows too well what's bothering me. The fact that they lied to me when they left and she... I wish she would tell me, right here right now. No one is stopping her.

She's just being a loyal friend. She promised Harry not to talk, I'm sure.

"Fleur gave me these." She hands me some clothes. "Get dressed and meet us downstairs."

Again, I nod and close the door behind her as she leaves. I don't know what to think but if I learned anything with all this is that I'm good at hiding my feelings. I have to hide this until I'm sure they'll answer my questions.

Fleur knows me too well. I smirk, realizing what she gave me to wear. Black jeans, black shirt, black boots and a tight black leather jacket. I died and ended up in heaven.

After brushing my teeth and combing my messy hair, I look at myself in the mirror. I haven't done this in so long. Looking at my green eyes I frown. They're so dull and lifeless.

You miss Draco.

I gasp. It has been a while since I last thought of Draco. I've been too busy worrying about my brother, Pansy and little Louise. I didn't rally really know Duart so, but Pansy was my best friend.

I sniff as I feel the tears forming behind my eyes. I won't cry, not now. I've been crying too much. Taking deep breaths, I close my eyes and remember the good times we spent together.

Oh, that only makes it worse. I wipe the tears away with the back of my hand and smile at the mirror. Urgh, so fake.

Okay, don't smile. But don't frown, or cry or use sarcastic comments. Be nice to them, they saved your life after all.

They saved my life, he's, but at what cost? Will they ask me for something later? Are they waiting for a 'thank you'? Because if they are they can sit down and wait because I won't say a thing.

I leave the little bathroom that's attached to my room and walk down the stairs, the sound of footsteps and insults being throws back and forth make me stop walking.

"Who's there?" I ask timidly. "Is everything okay?"

Someone curses under their breath and walks to me. I sit on the stair and glare at the person in front of me. Harry.

"What?" He asks, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Someone wants to see you."

My heart flutters. Is it Draco? Oh please, let t be Draco!

"Who?"

"See for yourself."

I get up as fast as I can and almost trip as I enter the warm kitchen. I sigh in disappointment as I recognize the woman sitting in front of me.

Mrs Weasley. Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against the woman but she's not the person I was expecting. But now that I think of it, I don't think Harry would let Draco in here.

"Hello Mol-" she interrupts me by circling her arms around my shoulders and pulling me to her chest.

"Oh honey." She mutters against my hair. "I'm so sorry you had to go through all that."

I stiffen under her touch, her words hitting a personal spot.

"It's okay." I manage to whisper back to her, feeling her eyes on me. "I'm fine now."

"No you're not." I raise my head to meet her eyes. "I can see it, I don't know if the others see it too, but you're not okay, darling."

Mrs Weasley talked to me for five seconds and she noticed. Harry didn't.

"I will be fine." I say with a smile. "Soon." 

I feel like she doesn't believe me, but she smiles at me too and brings me to the table. I remember that I don't know why she's here.

"Sorry if I'm a little rude, but why are you here?"

"Severus sent me, along with these." She shows me a small bag full of potions that lies around her shoulders. It was probably there the whole time. "For your... You know."

I nod, understanding her. She seems afraid of saying it. Saying that I'm losing my memories and becoming a new Lilith.

Sometimes I think about deserting the potions.

"I better go now. I heard you have something important ahead of you. Good luck, dear." Molly smiles and hugs me one last time. "If you manage to get there."

She kisses the top of my head and leaves, but not before laying the bag on the table and sending me a worried look.

I have to drink these. I pick one of the potions and stare at its content. I smell it and snort. It smells like piss.

I close my eyes and drink it before I can think twice and regret it. Making faces as the liquid slides down my throat, I cough when the flavor intensifies. I grab my throat and fall to the floor on my knees.

It burns. It burns!

"Gah-" I shut my eyes and pray for the pin to leave.

It doesn't.

Harry kneels beside me, he definitely heard me. My fall wasn't gracious.

"Lilith." He shakes my shoulders but I don't let go of my throat. I keep my eyes shut. "Open your eyes, Lilith, look at me!"

He calls for help but I don't hear envy thing else besides his voice, pleading for me to say something. But I don't.

Those potions aren't from Severus.

But why would Molly bring them if- oh...

That wasn't Mrs Weasley at all.

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Harry's POV

Lilith isn't moving anymore. She stopped shaking and gripping her throat like her life depended on it and just... She fell flat on her back and hasn't moved since then.

"Bill! Fleur!" I call their names, but they're taking too long. "Come on, damnit!"

I pick up Lilith's body from the floor and stumble around the house, trying to find someone, someone who can help my sister. I find a bottle by her feet and pick it up. It may be useful later.

No one comes. I have one option left, and I want to save my sister. The mission has to wait, her life is more important than finishing Voldemort.

I take her to Hogwarts. It is going to be dangerous, but if there's someone who can help her is Snape.

I Apparate with Lilith. She lands on top of me, I'm not very good at this. I look around and quickly recognize the room we're in.

Dumbl- I mean- Snape's office. Good. We won't have any undesirable visitors. I grab my sister and silently walk down the stairs. Snape is sitting by his desk, his head resting on his hands.

He looks exhausted.

"Professor?"

He turns around and almost falls when his eyes land on Lilith. An unconscious, cold and pale Lilith.

"What happened?"

"I don't know, I heard a noise and found her lying on the floor." I search for the bottle inside my pocket. "This was right next to her body on the floor."

Snape inspects the small vial and curses under his breath. He takes a good look at Lilith and takes her from my arms.

"I can help her. Now leave before they find you."

I hesitate by the fireplace. I won't be Apparating, it's going to be hard. But that's not what makes me stop.

"Why should I trust you?" I ask.

"I am Lilith's godfather. I love her, and I'll do everything I can to help her. She's safe with me, no one will know she's here." He pays my back. "But I have to start working, I don't know how bad the situation is."

I nod before I look at my sister one last time, pecking her cheek. Her skin is so cold. I'll find who did this to her.

It wasn't Mrs Weasley. I received a letter from Fred and George saying their mother was ill. I tried to take my sister away from that person but he or she blocked the entrance.

I was so stupid and reckless. My sister is hurt, again, because of me.

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Sorry for the late update! I've been so busy with studying for my exams and... Eating chocolate to make my problems disappear.

Urgh, so here it is! Hope you like it; if you did, please vote and comment!

See ya next chapter peeps!
    @@Rita@@