Who: Lily Potter and Hope Mikaelson Where: Starting in the Main floor corridors When: June 26th, afternoon What: Lily's arrival Status: Closed/Incomplete Warnings: None yet
Lily winced, bracing herself for a second as the door clicked shut, the faint noise sounding painfully loud on the hushed landing. Thankfully, Harry remained asleep in his cot and she was able to tiptoe away, stifling her own yawn as she headed downstairs to join James in the living room.
It was as she stepped over the threshold, expecting a small, cosy space filled with crackling firelight, that it all went wrong.
Lily froze, caught off guard by the sudden light and gleaming marble. It took a second for it all to register, the change of location so jarring that she had no way to process it. She stared, taking in her stark surroundings for a long moment before it clicked. Panic, icy cold and terrible, rushed through her, sending her heart into her throat and her stomach spiralling. Lily spun, grasping for a door handle which (obviously) was no longer there.
No. No, no, no, no...
She tried to apparate, only to find herself painfully wrenched back to the same spot, hitting the ground so hard she stumbled. What had happened? What had they done? A phone was ringing, the sound bizarre and echoing in the otherwise deserted room. For a split second, some stupid, unthinking part of her moved to answer it...
But no. Catching herself, Lily dove for the closest door, wrenching it open and flinging herself out into an empty corridor. She started moving, quickly breaking into a run - although she had no idea where she was running to - and reaching for the wand in her back pocket.
She had to get back. She had to... it didn't matter that none of this made sense, that there were no flashes of light or heat or pain or anything that she would have expected. There was only one reason she could think of that anyone would want to pluck her from her home, and she wasn't about to let that happen.