❝𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘴...❞
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Lily Evans was the first ever witch not to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in attempt t...
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Shadows creep across the pavement, consuming everything in their path, even the pools of amber light that the lampposts emit. Puddles of rainwater dot across the street, some reflected the orange light, making the water appear more like whiskey. They too are swaddled in shadows.
The shadows spread further across the pavement until they approach a house, perhaps hers, perhaps another's. Houses around here tend to look similar. The window of the house is open, a curtain flapping in the wind, inviting the shadows with a misplaced, merry flourish.
All she can do is scream as she watches the shadow reach the open window. It's possible she does not even have a body, only eyes with which to observe the sinister being bathe it's surroundings in darkness.
A figure stands on the pavement, in the dark, his shadow casting ugly projections onto the concrete, growing arms and legs, fangs and teeth. The figure stands behind the only remaining light, seemingly perfectly peaceful, or perhaps poised...
A smile creeps onto the figure's face and it becomes obvious who it is.
Lucifer grins.
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(2nd May 1978)
Lily woke with a start. The sheets of her bed were damp with sweat and her hair felt matted against her head. Normally when Lily dreamt like this, the memory would subside soon after she opened her eyes; the details would blur and would all just become a whisper in the back of her mind.
But that day it was different. That day, every single baleful detail was printed on her mind like a tattoo. Dark and sinister.
Lily breathed a heaving sigh, long and arduous. The sun had already risen by the time she'd awoken, and the clock by her bedside told Lily she had overslept.
