Lillian Evans: Harry Potter's Sister(Sort Of)

The Quidditch World Cup

I watched as the mess of Gryffindors on the ground tried to detangle from each other. Mr. Weasley picked up the old boot and handed it to a tired and grumpy-looking wizard who threw it into a box.

"Hello Arthur," the one that Mr. Weasley had identified as Basil said. "Not on duty, eh? It's all right for some, we've been here all night... you'd better get out of the way, we've got a big party coming in from the Black Forest at seven fifteen. Hang on, I'll find your campsite...Weasley Weasley,"

Basil consulted his parchment list. "About a quarter mile walk over there, first field you come to. Site managers called Mr. Roberts. Diggory... second field... ask for Mr. Payne."

"Thanks Basil," Mr. Weasley said, and he beckoned everyone to follow him.

We all set off across the deserted moor, unable to make much out through the mist. After about 20 minutes, a small stone cottage next to a gate swam into view. Behind it, I could make out hundreds of ghostly shapes, rising up the gentle slope of a large field towards a dark wood.

We all said goodbye to the Diggory's and the Weasley's all approached the cottage. I followed behind, working to not draw attention to myself as all the emotions from what seemed like an endless sea of tents invaded my mind all at once.

After a few minutes, Mr. Weasley walked towards me, Harry in tow.

"Help me," he muttered, pulling a roll of Muggle money from his pocket.

"How much is it?" I asked him, starting to look through the money.

"75 pounds," Harry told me.

Together, the two of us compiled the right amount of money, which turned out to be exactly 75 pounds, with no need for Mr. Weasley to ask for change. Arthur gave the money to who I assumed to be Mr. Roberts.

I again lost track of the conversation as I attempted to ground myself, missing Fawkes presence more than ever. When I zoned back in, we were all starting to walk towards the campground.

"Mr. Weasley," I said.

"Yes Lilly?" he asked.

"I have to go find the Malfoy's," I reminded him.

"Oh, right," Arthur said. "Walk with us for a bit, and then go find him, your ticket is with them, so if we don't see you before the match, we will see you at it."

"Thanks Mr. Weasley," I said. "See you all later."

I eventually found the Malfoy's tent. It was an extravagant confection of striped silk that looked like a miniature place, with several live peacocks tethered at the entrance. I stared at the tent before realizing that I have not had a conversation with either of Draco's parents in a long time, and had no idea of how to act around them. Hesitantly, I knocked on the side of the tent. Within a few seconds, a house-elf appeared in the entranceway.

"What business do you have with my Master?" they asked me.

"My guardian told me to check in with the Malfoy's when I arrived," I informed the elf. "My name is Lilly Evans."

"I will go check with the Masters," the house-elf said to me, bowing.

The elf then apparated away, and I stood awkwardly at the mouth of the tent. My head was starting to swim violently. As I waited, I felt myself swaying due to the influx of emotions flooding my mind, and I sat down on the ground. I was starting to have a panic attack and was hoping that Draco was going to come to get me. The house-elf reappeared.

"The Master would like you to follow me," they told me before noticing my predicament.

The house-elf grabbed me by the arm and did what I assume to be sidelong Apparition. I appeared in the middle of a very fancy living room area that contained no people. After the elf made sure that I wasn't in any immediate danger, he left again and reappeared a moment later holding onto Draco's arm. Being in the same room as him felt odd, as though I was missing some vital piece of myself and he was filling in the gap.