Silver Eyes

001

I had been home schooled my entire life-until now. I was about to begin my sixth year at Hogwarts, which was typically unusual for someone my age to be starting so late. As much as I protested, my parents insisted I attend.
They reminded me it was the smartest and safest choice while they continued their work in the fight against...
'You-Know-Who'.

Death eaters were swarming the streets not only in the wizard world but now the muggle world too. My parents and I lived in the outskirts of London far away from the city. We had no neighbors, living down a long road with lots of land surrounding our estate. I was so thankful our house was sized up enough where I didn't go mad being here all the time.

My parents also consistently reminded me on how my cousin was at Hogwarts. I hardly had the time to see my extended family- due to living in secret. Our family's name came with danger.

Harry Potter. Famous in the wizarding world. The boy who has survived Voldemort.
His father, James, had a brother who was kept in secret after his death.
That's my father, Robert.

Robert and James were only a couple years apart; James being the older one. Once James died my father went into hiding. He had me not too many months after Harry was born immediately putting myself into hiding as well. All my life I grew up homeschooled not making any friends, so seeing Harry once in a while made it worth. The letters he wrote were often but the visits were not.
He was the only thing I would look forward to at Hogwarts. Everything else seemed so bleak. Why would I have to go to school this late in my life?

It felt intolerable.

My mother did her best teaching me her ways. Both my parents had grown up at Hogwarts and knew this was the right decision.

Harry appeared in the papers more and more lately. The headlines like, 'The chosen one?' appeared everywhere.
Some articles were nice while others... not so much. I was happy to be with him soon and make sure he was doing alright after all that's happened. The only information I received was what my parents told me and what I snuck from the papers or the news when my parents weren't noticing. They really were trying to keep me from all the danger as best as they could.

The morning of my departure I had hardly packed. Throwing my long blonde hair into a messy bun while I threw the rest of my clothes into my suitcase. I sat at the edge of my bed looking around my room I had grown up in, sad to leave. Knowing I would be back for breaks or holidays it still made my stomach turn.

I pulled out my wand and whispered, "Wingardium Leviosa," sending the rest of my belongings into my case.
Knowing it was illegal to use magic at my age but then again, no one even knew I was here.

My name was changed from Lila Potter to Lila Prongs - pronounced Lie-Luh- after my uncle and aunts death. No one could know about us.
My parents had named me after my aunt Lily and changed our last name to my uncles nickname out of memory. Everyone called uncle James 'Prongs' considering his stag transformation. I grew up hearing so many stories and tales of our family's lives.

My Father was yelling my name from downstairs when I flashed back into reality after staring at my childhood photos moving about behind the frames.

I grabbed my thick suitcase and dragged it down the stairs painfully. My father stood at the door waiting patiently while my mother paced around looking for probably nothing. She murmured to herself under her breath looking stressed as can be.

"I'm ready", I muttered.

My father offered me a half-smile knowing he would miss me.

"Okay! Let's get going. Don't want to be late on your first day away." My mother said, breathless. I could tell she had been crying all morning.