Lilith (potter_girl) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2010-02-07 15:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2025 02, character: severus snape, dead character: harry potter, dead character: lily luna lestrange |
RP: Lily Luna and a mission
Who: Lily Luna Potter, later Harry and Headmaster Snape.
Where: The hallowed halls of Hoggy Warty Hogwarts
When: The deepest dead of Sunday night, preparing for Monday morning.
Rating/Warnings: N/A
Summary: A little late-night artistry
Dark. Quiet. Lily slipped from her bed in silence, picking up her wand and what looked to anyone else like a blank piece of parchment. She could hear her father snoring softly. Her mother's breathing. She padded silently past their room, shoes in her hand, to the door and out of their quarters.
It was late, but she had a task. A job to do. Something important.
She opened the parchment, finding the drawing and the instructions. She was His messenger here. His messenger at Hogwarts. She was the only one who could do what He needed doing. She was unique. Special. Valued...
Lily walked quietly through the halls, avoiding the soft wandlight that meant Aurors. Tiptoeing past sleeping portraits, ducking under ones who were awake. Casting spells that others wouldn't notice her at all. She wasn't sure how she'd got so good at the spells, but somehow, she had.
And here and there, she paused. Traced her wand against the stone of the castle, leaving an image in shimmering black. Adding a Celtic knot of curving serpents in glittering green. A tap to ensure it would last, and another to set it in motion. Lily smiled, rubbing her forearm absently, then turned and headed to another corridor. Another stretch of wall.
For hours, she worked in silence, the only sound the soft pad of her feet, the whispers of her spells. She consulted the parchment frequently at first, but after a while she knew the curves of the design like the curves of her own name, and forming it on the wall was as easy as writing.
He would be pleased.
She made her way down the wide stone steps, to the sprawling floor of the entrance hall, and there she laid her best work. A skull she could have lain in without touching the edges. Serpents as thick as her body, undulating around it, each head eating the tail of the next. The letters glittered slick and black on the dusty floor. Lily knelt in the centre as she added the last touches, the spell for permanence, then watched as the serpents came to life.
Oh yes, He would be pleased.
And satisfied in the feeling of a job well done, Lily returned to her quarters. Slipped into her room. Banished the message with a breath of a spell, then climbed between clean sheets and slept without dreaming.