Harry and Lilith Potter and The Chamber of Secrets
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"Let me take you back fifty years ago."
Lilith Potter expected her second year at Hogwarts to be filled with magic and new adventures, bu...
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Scotland, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, 4th February, 1993
The next day, Harry's determination to learn more about Riddle dragged the group to the trophy room during their break. Lilith walked alongside Hermione, who seemed equally intrigued, while Ron trailed behind, grumbling under his breath.
"Honestly," he muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets, "I've seen enough of the trophy room to last a lifetime. If it weren't for Filch and his obsession with polish, I'd be fine never setting foot in here again."
"It's not like we're coming here for the view," Lilith pointed out, her tone sarcastic. She was still skeptical about the diary, but Harry's resolve to piece together its connection to the Chamber of Secrets had worn down some of her resistance.
The trophy room smelled faintly of dust and metal polish. Rows of plaques, medals, and trophies gleamed under the pale light filtering through the high windows. Hermione scanned the cases with precision, her gaze darting from name to name.
"Here it is," she announced, gesturing toward a burnished gold shield tucked away in a corner cabinet.
Lilith leaned in, her green eyes narrowing as she read the inscription: Tom Marvolo Riddle, Special Award for Services to the School.
She frowned. "It doesn't say what those services were..."
"Good thing, too," Ron muttered. "If they'd spelled it all out, that shield would've been too big to fit in the cabinet. I'd still be here polishing it."
Hermione shot him a disapproving look but didn't reply, moving on to a nearby display. "Here's his name again," she said, pointing to an old Medal for Magical Merit and, further along, on a list of old Head Boys.
"He sounds like Percy," Ron said with a grimace. "Prefect, Head Boy... probably top of every class."
"You say that like it's a bad thing," Hermione said, her tone slightly wounded.
"It is a bad thing," Ron insisted, crossing his arms. "I don't trust anyone who reminds me of Percy."
Lilith snorted, though her focus remained on the shield. Riddle might have looked perfect on paper, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something about him didn't add up.
"Perfect records can hide a lot," she said softly, more to herself than anyone else.
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Scotland, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, 13th February, 1993
As February continued smoothly, Hogwarts seemed to shake off some of the gloom that had hung over it since the attacks. The sun began to peek through the gray clouds, and the atmosphere in the castle grew lighter. Even Lilith found herself relaxing slightly, though she kept an eye on her surroundings and listened closely to the murmurs of her wand whenever they passed certain parts of the castle.
