The Story Of Lilith Potter And Lyra Black
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Lyra Black, she was an anomaly, that girl. She was much louder than the rest of her family, often seen protesting for witches rights, equality, and to stop the persecution of magic users all over europe, but most of all she was seen in the Queer Witches Association meetings, loudly telling her opinions on topics and rights, praying that her family would never find out. That is how I, Lilith Potter, met her anyway. My parents knew I was queer, but said I wasn't to tell anyone ever. They feared for my safety, being a queer witch in a time where practicing the craft and loving the same gender was against god's word, punishable by death.
She was pretty, light skin and blonde hair that fell in curls, wide hips and a round flushed face. I looked up to Lyra, she was so brave for being so open. I hoped that one day I could be half as amazing as her. I wondered if she had ever noticed me, thought about me as I do her, pondered the way my body would feel against hers, the way my body looked under layers of clothes. I knew I was wrong for thinking she could like I the way I liked her.
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I had become close to Lyra, very close. Sneaking out to the greenhouses after class to kiss, sharing a bed after balls when we were sure no one else was awake. The things I felt with her, I'm sure they were greater than any heaven that we could be granted. I found peace in the way her hand felt in mine as we sat o the astronomy tower, watching the sky bleed as the sun was ripped down into the horizon. I found happiness in the moments we got together, which were fair and few. She helped me to be myself, be more open about my sexuality, but I knew she needed to be open about hers too. If we ever wanted to live together, her parents would need to know that she was queer.
She wanted to run away and live in a cottage where we could be together, be us without judgement, but I know I couldn't leave my family. I wanted to finish school at least, and no one would hire a woman, we needed to wait until we had a stable income, we were only 17 for merlin's sake. Even though I loved her, I wasn't ready to uphall my life for her.
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Lyra told her parents. She had been open, been truthful. I thought they'd be accepting, mad at most but not...I didn't expect the reaction she got. She was dragged out to the towns centre, I heard her screams, pushing through the crowd in hogsmeade, I saw my beautiful, beautiful Lyra tied against a cross, rosy cheeks stained with her tears. Everyone knew, they all knew she was queer and there was nothing I could do to stop it, I was frozen in place as people threw rotten fruits and slurs at my love. I felt hot tears running down my cheeks as the cross was set on fire, yet Lyra did not fight, she did not scream, she just accepted her fate. She spoke to the group of people surrounding her,
"If my sin is to love, and yours is to hate who is the true sinner? I would gladly walk through any hell you condemn me to as it could never compare to the pain I feel when I am without her. You burn me for I am different, whilst I laugh as you are all the same. I will always come back, for i am a phoenix, love will always prevail"
She shot me a glance before the flames engulfed her, I stood for hours until none of her was left, nothing besides a locket, small and silver with a snake carved on it, the one she always wore. I clasped it around my neck and let my knees give in under me, for I knew it was y fault she was gone, I shouldn't have pushed, I should have listened when she asked to run away, how stupid I was then, how oblivious. I would never love again.