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Sticks & Stones - Lilias Moon Drabbles - a distorted venture
of this twisted universe

niyki
Date: 2007-11-15 23:32
Subject: Sticks & Stones - Lilias Moon Drabbles
Security: Public
Mood:creativecreative
Music:The Futureheads - Hounds of Love
Tags:fanfiction: harry potter, prompts, sticks and stones
Title: Sticks & Stones
Author: niyki
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG (themes)
Word Count: Unknown
Summary: Lilias Moon drabbles. Inspired by the_andorran's take on the girl, but I have a habit of breathing in bouts of humanity into Slytherins. For my prompt tables at hpfanfic10x10 and 100hp_fics
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Note: Canon-compliant. And DH spoilers.

Vulnerable


Dropping a third lump of sugar into her strong, double shot espresso, Lilias Moon’s eyes welled up with tears. She’d only asked for the simple things in life. To be married to someone wealthy, preferably not oh-Merlin-curse-me-dead-now boring, and to stay as far, far, far away from this whole mad war.

Instead, she was trapped in her memories of that room with a perverted Professor eying her just-a-little-too-short skirt, choking down the bile that crept up in her throat as she watched Michael Corner writhe under another bout of the Cruciatus Curse just because he’d helped her little cousin.

She’d even give up her most luxurious aspirations if she could just get them to stop.

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Someday


He’d stumbled upon her hiding place by pure accident.

Shivering in the darkest alcove of the North Tower, ignoring the snow that slowly wafted and settled onto her hair, Lilias’ face was wet with tears. She stared past him resolutely, not even moving when he removed his jumper, wordlessly gave it to her and sat down beside her.

“You’re going to freeze to death,” the blonde sixth year stated matter-of-factly. “For fuck’s sake, put the jumper on.”

Three years ago, she told Dean Thomas that if Gryffindors were going to heaven, then hell must be having a heck of a party and someday she would be proud to attend it.

Lilias wrapped her arms tighter around her knees. “Make them stop, Quintus,” she whispered. “I don’t like hell.”

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