A Secret is Meant to be Kept

When Ron lashes out at Hermione and gets them into a sticky situation, Hermione transports herself back in time. But the Marauders Era was a bit farther than she expected. She must figure out how to reverse the spell, deal with falling in love all over again and fight against some of the most notorious Death Eaters, who are inside the castle's walls. Not as intruders, but as classmates.


17. Protect You

That weekend Peter went home with the flu.  It was best that he was with his mum and dad at that time, he had said in order to ease Euphemia’s worries.  Despite the loss of one member of the group, Mummy Eu forged ahead with the planning.


“Well, I suppose it’s best that we take a trip up to Madam Malkin’s for some new dresses, don’t you think girls?” Euphemia said, smiling at Lily and Hermione.  “The elves have nearly finished decorating, but we have a few more things to pick up.  I’d say that teaming up with those little creatures created quite the scene here!”

The children beamed as they took in their surroundings.  Silver and gold and glittery items cascaded down every wall and pulled the eye in several directions.  The manor was breathtaking as it stood without the extra decorating, so seeing it now was just a marvelous sight.  A grand piano was charmed to play light tunes at all times, which added so much more to the overall feel of the place.  Lily and Hermione were then pulled into a conversation about what kind of gown they envisioned themselves in, distracting them for a number of minutes until a small elf began to tug on Lily’s jumper.

“Miss Lily has received a package,” the soft-toned creature said to her, holding it in the air.

“Who would be sending me a package?” she asked, confused.  She took the package from the elf with a nod and a ‘thank you’.

“The owl was from a Severus Snape.  The note said to deliver to Miss Lily Evans right away,” it spoke again.

“Well, thank you again,” Lily said, her tone sounding rather indifferent.

“Snape … Were the Snapes invited, Fleamont?” Euphemia asked, perplexed.

“I don’t recall the name, Snape …” Fleamont said, shaking his head.

“Prince?” Lily asked to no one in particular, now shaking her head.  She was returned with no answer.  “Sev’s dad is a muggle.  His mum is a witch … Eileen … Eileen Prince,” she said slowly.

“I certainly do recall Eileen, however.  I didn’t know she married a muggle,” Fleamont said.  “How do you know them, Lily?”

“Neighbors,” she spit out.  The room was silent until Fleamont and Euphemia were swept from the room by elves inquiring about where the final Christmas tree would be placed.  The group them bundled up and headed out to the strategically placed circle of stumps that were placed in a clearing by them that summer.  Lily ripped open the package and set the outer shell of it on the ground.  The gang marveled at it as Lily opened the note that accompanied it and began to read aloud.


    Happy Christmas!  It’s the season of second chances and I’m hoping you’ll give me one more.  I’ve missed you greatly, and Spinner’s End doesn’t feel like home without you.  I hope you enjoy your gift, and please be sure to try the potion (it’s a luck potion, rare and incredibly complicated to brew).  You always said you were interested in its effects.  I hope to see you soon.

                                     Yours Truly, Severus

Lily handed the note off to Hermione and allowed the group to examine it further.  She then opened the contents of the package to see that it contained a new journal with something written in the cover, as well as a small bottle which contained a potion.  As Hermione examined it, she noticed it looked much different than the flask of Felix Felicis that Professor Slughorn had given to Harry in their sixth year.  For a moment she thought this could be a luck potion as well, but she assumed practiced hands, such as those of Slughorn’s could surely prepare a luck potion.  After looked again, she noticed it had striking similarities to a potion she had seen on display in Fred and George’s joke shop.  It was hardly clear, much unlike the luck potion, and it seemed to change colors as the beholder pleased.  Shaking her head, she tried to throw out the idea from her head, but she could tell Remus was skeptical as well.

“Maybe with a little luck, I won’t have to think about him or see him at the ball,” Lily said, defeated, almost ready to take a sip, trying to put aside previous skeptical thoughts.

“Lily … I don’t think you should drink it.  It’s a -” Remus began, but was quickly cut off by Hermione.

“Love potion!  I thought so … Amortentia, the strongest potion to ever be created.”

Lily’s eyes got wide as she slammed the glass vial on the ground, shattering it completely.  Swallowing only the dryness in her mouth, she could only get out a word.


“Lily, it’s alright, the manor is huge, I’m sure we can hide you somewhere,” James joked, trying to lighten the mood.  “We’ll take care of you … I’ll take care of you, okay?”

“Okay,” Lily sighed, accepting that perhaps James would be the real solution to her problems with Severus, although it always seemed as if he started them.



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