𝖶𝖨𝖢𝖪𝖤𝖣 𝖧𝖠𝖳𝖤 | 𝖥𝖱𝖤𝖣 𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖸

20

FORBIDDEN NAME
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"Once you finish your potions, I want you to put them on this shelf. They will be examined." Snape announced after giving us the instructions to make the potion.

For a good moment, I had a distraction from my thoughts about Fred. But I can't deny they were still at the bottom of my mind. Half an hour later, we were all ready to put our little bottles with the Amortentia on them on the shelf. Snape left for a moment, not before ordering us to make a queue and, of course, I had to be next to Fred and George.

"Honestly, lad, this potion does stink."

George chuckled, "Really? Mine smells like strawberries...kinda weird."

"Aye, I can even tell you those are fireworks from the bloody Holyhead Harpies, only a shitty team like that could have such bad fireworks." he laughed.

"Excuse you? The Harpies are the best team out there," I couldn't help but say. Both twins turned around and while George was giving me an amused look, Fred stared at me with his eyebrows frowned.

"Yeah, Freddie, they're pretty good," George said laughing like he was just joking. "Not as good as the Montrose Magpies or Kenmare Kestrels, though.'

"Bah! Rubbish. Even Ron's team is better than them."

"You two fucking wished." I spat actually annoyed. The Holyhead Harpies were my favourite Quidditch team since I was a little girl and everything I knew from Quidditch was because of them.

Fred was about to reply but Snape entered the room and he had to lower his tone.

"Let the real players talk, Lili," he said full of sarcasm and irony.

"Don't call me Lili!"

"Oh for God's sake, do not call her Lili," Snape said with an exhausted tone at the same time as me. Apparently, Fred spoke loud enough for Severus to hear him.

At the exact moment when that name abandoned Fred's mouth, I felt the flashbacks and the memories hit me like a truck. Only my mother called me Lili and every time someone suggested the idea of calling me like that I felt an enormous sorrow and despise.

"YOU CAN'T ABANDON ME, LILI" her old and bony hand with long nails trapped mine between the thick bars. Her whispery voice was more like the hiss of a snake rather than a human. Even in the darkness, I could still see her long brown hair tangled and her thin face with all the bones of her face marked making her look even more terrifying. She was on the floor, not even able to stand up because of the tortures the Dementors put her through.

"Please, mother, let me go." I cried out sitting on the floor, in front of the bars, with the old and nasty rock pavement hurting my knees and feeling her fingers strangling my wrist. I could already see the bruises on my skin.

"Lili, he is coming back. I know it. I feel it. He is coming back and he will need you." she kept saying while she tried to put me closer to her. "The Dark Lord is coming for you. Your only purpose in life is to be his, Lili. Make me proud, have revenge over the bastard of your father and erase that mud blood in your veins!"

Using her sharp dirty nails she caught my arm and started to scratch my skin, making me bleed, trying to draw the Dark Mark in it, ignoring my screams of pain and my watery eyes.

"MOTHER, PLEASE, NO!" I tried desperately to move away from her, sobbing and choking on my own tears.

"He will come for you. And if he doesn't, I will. You cannot escape from me, Lili."