Lillian Potter | Harry Potter's Twin Sister

Chapter 38

"Alohamora!" I said, swishing my wand. It still didn't move.

"We need the key, but which one is it?" Harry said, looking above him at all of the different keys.

I looked at the keyhole on the door I had just attempted to unlock.

"Try one that looks old," I said, searching through the keys for one that looked older.

"Look! There's one!" Ron pointed at a rusty key, with a broken wing.

"How do we get it?" I asked, frowning.

"I don't know, maybe by using the broom that's right in front of your face?" Harry said.

"You should do it, Harry. You're the Seeker," Hermione said, shoving the broom into Harry's hands. He got on it, and started flying above us.

He grabbed the key and flew down. He walked over to the door and unlocked it, revealing a giant chess board.

"What is this?" I asked, looking over the board. I went to step on to it, but Ron stopped me.

"WAIT! It's a real life version of chess! We have to play to get to the next room, I think."

"But in wizards chess don't you get... killed?" Hermione asked.

Nobody answered.

Ron told us all where to go, and we started the game. Everything went smoothly, until it was our turn near the end of the game, and Ron's face turned pale.

"Harry, I'm going to move forward. After I'm eliminated, you checkmate the other team," Ron said nervously. "Got it?"

"No, Ron, you can't!" Hermione cried, tears running down her cheeks.

"I'm not important right now, Harry and Lily are. They need to go and save the stone. For everybody in the wizarding world..." Ron said nervously.

Without saying anything else, Ron took his turn.

The knight from the other team brought down his sword, and Ron fell to the ground, not moving.

"RON!" Harry yelled. Tears streamed down my face. I looked away. This was all my fault.

Hermione went to run beside Ron, but Harry didn't allow her.

"The game isn't over yet."

I wiped off my tears, and put on a straight face. We were almost there. Harry moved forward, and won the game.

As soon as the game ended, Hermione ran over to Ron and knelt beside him.

"He'll be okay, Hermione," I placed my hand on her shoulder, my eyes watery.

"He's... he's dead! What do you mean he'll be okay?" Hermione snapped.

"He's not dead! He's just knocked out! Come on, we have to keep going," I said.

She reluctantly got up, and we kept moving.

The next room was quite dark. I knew immediately that Snape had set this one up when I saw the potions on a table, in the back of the room.

There was a note left on the table.

Danger lies ahead of you, while safety lies behind.
Two of us will help you, whichever you would find.
One among us seven will let you move ahead,
Another will transport the drinker back instead.
Two among our number hold only nettle wine,
Three of us are killers, waiting hidden in line.
Choose, unless you wish to stay here forevermore,
To help you in your choice, we give you these clues four:
First, however slyly the potion tries to hide
You will always find some on nettle wine's left side;
Second, different are those who stand at either end,
But if you move onwards, neither is your friend;
Third, as you see, all are different size.
Neither dwarf nor giant holds death in their insides;
Fourth, the second left and the second on the right
Are twins once you taste them, though different at first sight.