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LILITH'S TORMENT

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December arrived with a huge grey cloud over London; the cold could be felt in every corner of the city, the Wizarding World was more and more concerned and alerted at the Death Eaters' next movement and even the muggles felt drained of any energy. I occupied my days training hard with the Harpies, doing my best during the matches and trying to spend as much time with Fred as our tight schedules allowed us. My feelings for him did nothing more than grow and grow during those days, unexpected, right?

Before I could make any plan for Christmas - maybe going with Liv and Pauline to the Lovegood's house in the middle of rural Ireland - a letter from Mrs Weasley arrived at my house a week before, surprising me.

"Is your mother-in-law calling you?" Pauline winked at me, handing me the letter from the Weasley family's old owl.

I scowled, confused, but still smiled at her. "You sure it's for me? Maybe the owl mistook our address with the twins'."

"Nah, chérie, it says your name. There's no other Lilith."

I opened it carefully and read the note; it was the invitation to spend Christmas at the Burrow with Hermione, Harry, Remus, Tonks and the rest of the Weasleys. With him.

"You should go," Liv quickly said, reading the letter from above my shoulder.

"You don't mind?"

"Of course not! We'll visit you anyway."

When I was about to reply, a whistle behind me called our attention. Both Fred and George were poking out their kitchen window with big smiles on their faces.

"Ladies! Morning!" Fred talked first.

"Lilith, please, tell me you're coming to the Burrow with us. I don't think I can bear with this dickhead alone," George continued, looking at me while pointing out at his twin.

Fred nudged him and I grinned;

"Sure, Georgie. I'll be there for you."

"Take that, you idiot!" he mocked at Fred, whose eyes kept on mine with a soft and at the same time mischievous bright.

"I'm still her favourite twin, you wanker. Aren't I, Lilith?"

I stared at his messy ginger hair, looking like eager and consuming fire in contrast with his snow-white skin and those eyes looking like melted bronze that hunted me so deeply.

How could you not be, Freddie? If I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new.

"I'm not answering that," I snickered, "You fuck me but Georgie brings me chocolate at the Quidditch field, that gains points."

"HA!" George burst, amused. "Told you, Freddie. Can't compete with me."

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The night before going to the Burrow, with all my luggage ready for the two weeks I was planning to stay there, I went to bed with a sour flavour in my mouth. For some reason, I couldn't help but keep remembering my nightmares even though I hadn't had them in a good couple of weeks thanks to how exhausted I arrived at home after work. After coming out of the shower, Liv noticed my uncomfortableness and offered herself to sleep with me in case I needed it, but I didn't want to bother her more than I already did so I managed to force a smile - that I'm sure she didn't fully believe - and go straight to my bed, hoping not to dream anything.

But it didn't work.

As soon as my head rested over the pillow, the scenario in my head started to ramble through the most absolute darkness of my mind.

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