Chapter 12: A Weekend Between Brothers (01/02)
| September 7, 1991 | Great Hall – Hogwarts |
Today was Saturday, the weekend, and the day from now on when I will introduce my dear little brother to the joys of magic, with suffering and pain as the daily menu to make him understand that magic is dangerous and that he needs to protect himself, giving me time to practice the 'Protego' spell.
While waiting, as usual, my brother in the Great Hall, I took the trouble to reserve three places at a mostly empty table; on weekends, few people get up early. After more than a good hour of waiting, I finally saw him rushing in my direction with his famous friend trailing behind.
"Sorry for the delay, Lilian, I couldn't wake up Ron, who insisted on coming with me," he said, rolling my eyes at his excuse.
"Hello, my dear little brother, and don't worry, I reserve my Saturdays just for you and your learning. Although I won't lie, I'm curious, Ronald, why on this fine Saturday would you waste a lie-in for a private lesson you're not invited to," I said with a smile, turning my head towards Ronald, posing this question.
"Wait, he's not invited!?" My idiotic little brother still hasn't noticed that his friend and I don't get along.
"I think not, my dear little brother. The things I'm going to teach you are mostly from the Potter Manor, and I don't know yet which ones can be classified as family secrets."
At my statement, young Weasley got angry. "Why do you have to be like this, always looking down on everyone as if you were superior to everyone? No matter if you're Harry's brother, you'll always be, above all, a nasty Slytherin who seeks to harm Harry, so I won't leave you alone with him."
Okay, I'm fed up with the pretense with him, losing the usual smile on my face. I was really in a bad mood. "Listen to me, Ronald Weasley. I don't look down on everyone; I look down on YOU. It's not that I'm superior to everyone; it's just that I'm superior to you. And unlike you, I don't target only one person by their house. Yes, for my first impressions, I judge them based on their house, but I don't base all judgment on that. And I'm tired of you constantly insinuating that I'm a bad person to my brother."
Taking a breath to regain my composure, I continued, "Know that in every house, there have been good and bad people over time. You consider the Slytherin house as bad; we consider it as dignified, being the house where Merlin was sorted. Just as we could consider your two older twin brothers as psychopathic jerks laughing at the misfortune of others, I consider them as innovative geniuses in their own way, who, according to your criteria, would fit in Slytherin or Ravenclaw if not for the fact that they would risk being isolated from you and your family like ugly ducklings. Reflect, Ronald, reflect; the world is never black or white. There is that thin line that can turn a cold-blooded killer into a victim of society."
Having said everything on my mind, and with most people looking in our direction, including the Weasley twins, whom I'm almost sure heard what I said, I resumed my cheerful demeanor with my famous smile and invited my brother to eat with his friend Ronald, who did the same in silence."
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" You weren't too hard on Ron back there? Lilian, he was just trying to protect me in his own way," Harry asked as we traveled towards the seventh floor.
"Believe me, my dear little brother, I haven't revealed everything I think about him, and I can assure you he's not protecting you but himself, and incidentally, you. And no, I won't elaborate on that thought," I replied before Harry could ask, putting an end to that conversation.
"Here we are." In front of us was a corridor with an idiotic tapestry of someone teaching trolls to dance. This 'art,' hiding an even more idiotic idea, is a room that fulfills the needs of whoever asks for it. I haven't tried it yet to see if it works, but according to Mum, you have to pass in front of this tapestry three times with a wish in mind. She used it as her own private resting and training spot, so she hid it from Dad.
"Let's see if it works... a place to teach magic to my little brother... a place to teach magic to my little brother... a place to teach magic to my little brother."
While I paced back and forth, Harry watched me repeat the same phrase like a madman. I think he was wondering how to escape my infamous class. The answer is that he will be stronger than me, which is never. Before he could express himself, a door suddenly appeared.
"So, are you coming? Welcome, my very dear little brother, to what I will kindly call the 'Hall of Endless Lesson and Learning' or, to put it more simply, 'HELL."
****(Change of perspective - Harry Potter)****
Today marked the beginning of the weekend, the day I promised Lilian to spend time with him, and as he is passionate about magic, he decided to teach me. I was quite happy to spend time with my brother, but as the weekend approached, the way he said he would train me became more and more frightening.
When he gave a name to the magical room where we would spend time together, I truly felt that he and I had different main motives for this encounter. But I can't turn back, and I really want to spend more time with him.
"Well, to start, my dear little brother, you'll have to endure and transform into an entirely new man. Here, put your blood in it and drink this."
He handed me a flask containing a fluorescent orange liquid, but with the addition of my blood, it turned a bright crimson red. "What is this?" I asked.
"It's a body enhancement potion. I took an improved version of this one, but as the ingredients are too rare, I can't make another, so I made a weaker version that just harmonizes the body and mind, which costs 66% less than mine and doesn't require a ritual to drink since the soul is not included in the harmonization. Still too expensive to mass-produce and sell."
He handed me the bottle and added, "Considering you've become the youngest Seeker in a hundred years, I believe this can greatly help you. Anyway, I know Dad would be very proud of you. He always saw you as his successor in Gryffindor and said that the Potters would also be a lineage of Quidditch players with you."
To be honest, I understood almost nothing about the potion, but I knew he was proud of me, just like Dad would be if he were here. I'm sure he would never give me anything bad because he was like me, someone who wanted a family above all, even willing to humiliate himself for it. I never contradicted Uncle Vermont's orders because I thought deep down, I was part of their family. But with all my encounters, I saw that it wasn't the case. I saw the relationship between the Weasley brothers, always bickering, but if someone bothered Ron, the twins would prepare their worst prank for them. And I know it would be pretty much the same for my brother.
So I did as he said and drank the potion in one go.
"By the way, since I noticed you seem to be a daredevil, my dear little brother, don't hesitate to tell me about your mischief. I'll always be there for you, and if it's something you can't handle yourself, I'll be there to help."
Tears welled up in my eyes at my brother's speech. That's what a real family is.
"In fact, to tell you everything, Lilian, Hermione, Ron, and I ,AAAAAAh." Indescribable pain took control of my body. It felt like molten lava passing through my veins and spreading throughout my being.
"Oh, it has already begun. Don't worry; it will just last the whole morning. We'll still have the afternoon to train."
What do you mean, the whole morning, and you knew this was going to happen? That's what I wanted to say, but with the pain, only screams came out of my mouth.
In my agony, my mind began to cloud. All I could hear were my cries and very faintly the fact that Lilian was talking to me, but I didn't know what he was saying. So, I pleaded with all my being, and suddenly the pain stopped.
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