Shit, I'm Falling For A Weasley || George Weasley

Chapter 35 - In which the monster gets tamed

**DISCLAIMER SOME DIAGLOGUES TAKEN FROM THBP AND BELONG TO THE QUEEN JKR**

"Close your mind. Focus on your breathing. Get to a space where the only thought in your mind is about your next breath."

In. Out. In. Out.

I gave in to my curiosity and found myself wandering towards Snape's room. Like he promised, he was there waiting for me. Had I known his training sessions would involve stupid mind games then I don't know whether I would have bothered to come in the first place. 

"Clear your mind Lily!" 

His voice rings out annoyed and I struggle to stop myself from laughing. What's clearing my mind going to achieve? I thought we were going to work on using my powers not boring them to sleep.

"Yes well as amusing as it all is, we need to be able to channel your fire in a... safe manner," Snape says slowly emphasising the word safe. What happened to him trusting me? Believing in me? Suddenly it's all about his safety and everyone else's. I can feel his presence in my mind, but it doesn't bother me that much. It's our first session together and I can't help but wonder whether they all will be as useless as this one. 

"Just breathe," he says and I resist the urge to open one eye and peek at him. No Lily, I promised myself I would give this a decent shot. I mean I am curious to see whether he will be right about the whole controlling my powers thing. That would come in handy if I have to face of the Dark Lord. Suddenly Snape's presence becomes more curious and I can feel his attention shifting. I don't want him to go exploring  through my thoughts and memories especially when I don't even remember my memories! I consider kicking him out of my mind with the shields he taught me to use, but then a better idea comes into my head. 

In. Out. In. Out.

What was it my father used to say? Count to 10 and everything will be okay? Well I've been counting to 10 my whole life but for some reason I can't find the better yet. Focus Lily. Focus on your breathing. 

I mean maybe I found it with George back when I had all my memories and I was Lily Argent. I might have found the better but then I had to sacrifice it all for this. So was it really a better or did it just make the better more worse? Does that even make sense, I mentally scold myself.

Focus.

But again I'm finding myself in a okay place. I mean my weird friendships are all surviving somehow and I haven't gotten myself killed yet so that's a huge plus. Is this my better then or is there a better after this better?

"If you're quite done with your ramblings, I think it's time we test out your abilities," Snape says cutting my thoughts. I frown but don't open my eyes. I doubt it's the first time he probed my mind but it's not like I actively tried to stop him. Like he said, I am a pretty decent mind blocker when I want to be. 

"Lily!" Snape calls the frustration leaking in his voice. Smiling I open my eyes and give him what I hope is an innocent look. But from the scowl on his face I know the mischievous glint in my eyes are there. It's fun to irritate my guardian, I just forgot just how fun it can be. 

"Yes Professor?" I ask as he glares stonily at me rubbing at his temples. My mind babbling must have given him a huge headache- good! That teaches him for probing around where he is not wanted.

"I want you to channel your fire to this orb here. Hit it right in the centre. It will absorb the energy and shouldn't break if you hit it with enough accuracy," he says, still scowling.

Licking my lips nervously, all the previous thoughts vanish as I focus on the orb in front of me. I didn't realise just how much I want this to work, but now it's like my life depends on this orb not shattering. Like somehow it will reflect whether my performance in the task will be good or not. I stare at the orb with as much as concentration as I can muster and point my finger.