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Chapter One: The Premonition

Sixth Year student, Lily Evans, was furious. Once again, James Potter and his obnoxious Marauders were fighting and hexing the Slytherins, especially Severus. She wasn't the only one who hoped Remus would keep them in line since becoming a prefect. So far, he didn't seem inclined to do so, barely scolding his friends when they started acting up. Lily felt like she was on her own, trying to maintain some decorum in Gryffindor.

James Potter was the main instigator. Naturally talented at magic and Quidditch, he was a school favorite and had the arrogance to match it. Lily watched him in class. He was especially gifted at Transfiguration, working with confidence and concentration. He was smart and completely capable.

But once he left the classroom, he was like a 12-year-old again. He picked stupid fights by teasing people and poking their sore spots. He cast hexes and jinxes in the name of having a laugh. He didn't seem too bothered by the consequences of his actions. Lily made it her goal to make sure James Potter faced the full consequences of his actions for his bullying tactics.

She used to like him. Oh, James had been a charming and funny boy their first year. Lily wanted to be his friend. She thought the boys were cool and smart, people she could hang out with. But once they got to Fourth Year, things changed. The little jokes became less funny pranks. He rode his popularity, assuming it would keep him from trouble and bad grades. He tried even harder to look cool, going from annoying to downright infuriating.

When he asked her out, Lily refused without a second thought. Unfortunately, all that did was convince James that he needed to win her over. Oh, it wasn't harassment. He didn't follow her around or ask excessive questions or really bother her. He just made himself known. And obvious. And it got on her nerves.

Lily walked down the hall briskly, hoping to reach the common room before the others did. She wanted some peace and quiet to herself for just a few moments. One thing she struggled with about living at school was the fact that she didn't have any privacy, or time to herself. Lily reached the portrait of the Fat Lady and said the password before crawling through the passage way.

She was relieved to find that no one was there. The grandfather clock in the corner read 6:00 p.m. Everyone must be at dinner. None of the Marauders, or really anyone for that matter, would miss a meal. Lily's stomach complained from hunger, but she just wasn't in the mood to go down and face all those people.

She dropped her bag on the floor before collapsing onto the overstuffed couch in front of the fireplace. She sank into the couch and tried to relax. Her eyes were starting to droop and she was trying to find the motivation to go up to her dorm. Just as she was getting up, she saw a notebook on the floor by her bag. She leaned down and saw the words "James Potter" printed on the front. Lily picked it up and an image formed in her mind. A picture so clear it was like she'd been transported to a new place.

It was a damp, musty old room in a shack made of stone. The only furniture she saw was a couch and a small table in the corner. There were stairs over to the right that led up to a loft, where she could hear loud snoring. On the couch lay a fat boy with brown hair. He snored loudly and turned over in the bed, his butt sticking up in the air as his arm fell over the side. A storm was raging outside, thunder growling every few minutes with flashes of lightning. The rain beat against the roof, making it difficult to hear if anyone was around.

Bang!

Lily jumped and turned around just in time for another bang. The door was knocked from its hinges, falling to the floor with a loud crash. In walked a huge man with black hair that Lily recognized immediately. Hagrid? What was he doing here? This was an odd place for him to be. Lily heard a noise from behind her. She turned and noticed that the boy on the floor was scrambling to hide in the shadows while the fat boy was trying to curl up in a ball on the table that was having a hard time supporting his weight.

"Sorry 'bout that," Hagrid said kindly as he leaned down to pick up the door.

People were screaming, but Lily couldn't tell what anyone was saying. Hagrid propped the door against the frame and turned back towards the crowd of people. Lily saw her sister, Petunia, standing next to a fat man who looked suspiciously like the boy from the couch. Lily blinked a couple times, looking at her sister. Petunia had aged so much since she'd left for school in the fall.

"I demand you leave at once, sir!" The fat man said in a quivering voice. He jabbed a rifle in Hagrid's direction "You are breaking and entering!"

Hagrid stomped towards the man and grabbed the end of the rifle. "Dry up, Dursley, you great prune." Hagrid bent the end of the rifle towards the ceiling. He didn't flinch when the fat man, Dursley, fired it.

Hagrid turned towards the boy on the table. "I haven't seen you since you was a baby, Harry," he said. "You're a bit more long that I'd have imagined. Particularly 'round the middle."

"I-I'm not H-Harry," the fat boy stuttered.

"I am." The boy from the corner stood up and walked into the light.

Lily gasped, her hand coming to her mouth. It was James! Except, it couldn't be James because this boy was so young and James was almost 17. And there was no possible explanation for why James would be in a shack with her sister.

Lily looked again and realized it wasn't James, although the boy could have been his twin. No, this boy was much skinnier than James had been at that age. And his eyes were a stunning shade of green. James' eyes were hazel. Lily stared, her mouth falling open as she tried to understand what was going on.

Hagrid was talking, but Lily didn't hear what he said because she was too busy focusing on this boy, Harry. She didn't snap out of it until the boy opened the box Hagrid gave him. Inside was a birthday cake. Hagrid said he was 11. Lily's back straightened and she turned to listen to Hagrid.

He introduced himself, gave his title. He assumed Harry knew what Hogwarts was, but he didn't.

"Blimey, Harry, didn't you ever wonder where your Mum and Dad learned it all?" His voice was so warm and familiar. Lily hoped this boy would feel the same comfort and friendship she felt when she talked to Hagrid.

"Learn what?" The poor boy couldn't look more confused. Or pathetic. Why were his clothes so big? Or did they just seem that way because he was so skinny?

"Yer a wizard, Harry," Hagrid said.

Harry denied it. Hagrid tried to explain, said Harry would be a good wizard after his training. The words were flying over her, so familiar and so strange all at once. It was as if she'd lived this before but it was not one of her memories. Had she somehow slipped into someone else's memory?

The boy was starting to believe Hagrid. Hagrid handed him the familiar Hogwarts envelope, one Lily had received half a dozen times by now. The boy opened it quickly and started reading.

"Dear Mr. Potter – "

Lily's heart stopped for one excruciatingly long second. He was a Potter! Who was this boy? He had James' name and face, but he was with Lily's sister. The truth was there, at the back of her mind, tugging at her to reach it. She couldn't make the pieces fit. She turned back to the people. The fat man was there again – he was yelling about putting a stop to some kind of rubbish when they took him in. The boy was accusing them of knowing.

"Of course we knew," Petunia said as she came down the steps. "How could you not be? My perfect sister being who she was? Oh, my mother and father were so proud the day she got her letter. We have a witch in the family – isn't it wonderful?" Petunia's voice was quacking with anger and tears were in her eyes. "I was the only one to see her for what she was. A freak!"

Petunia walked towards the fat man, stopping right beside him. "Then she met that Potter. And then she had you. And I knew you'd be the same – just as strange. Just as abnormal. And then, if you please, she got herself blown up! And we got landed with you!"

Lily felt lightheaded. She started to sway as her knees threatened to give out on her. This was too much. This was unbelievable. What kind of daydream was this? She was dreaming about her son – her son with James?

"Car crash?" Hagrid yelled out in distress. "A car crash killed Lily and James Potter? It's an outrage! It's a scandal!"

Lily felt the warmth drain from her face as the truth about what she was seeing finally hit her. Those weren't just any green eyes, they were her green eyes. This boy was hers and James' son.

Lily turned to Look at him again. He really did look exactly like James did at 11. Same messy, black hair, same glasses, same height, the only difference was his eyes. He clearly had Lily's green almond shaped eyes. He was skinny, too skinny. Her blood started to boil as she realized he was facing neglect at the hands of her own sister.

Then she looked around the room as another truth dawned on her. Hagrid said they were dead. She and James were dead, and that was why her son was living with Petunia and her family. Lily's stomach churned and she thought she might be sick. Looking again at Harry, Lily felt a new level of hatred rise for her sister. They hadn't been close since before Lily's 11th birthday, but this was a new low. Even for Petunia. Just as Lily was ready to go cause great bodily harm to her sister, the room grew fuzzy. Everything blurred until she could no longer see the room.

Lily was back in the Gryffindor common room, sitting on the couch, holding James' notebook. She blinked a couple times, making sure she was really back at Hogwarts and not in some shack with her sister and her son. Her stomach lurched again. A son. With James.

It had been too strong to be a simple daydream. It wasn't a memory since all evidence indicated an event in a future where she was dead. Where James was dead. It must have been a premonition. There was no other explanation for what she saw. Even if it seemed completely preposterous that someone like Lily could have a vision of the future.

Lily didn't move, she couldn't move. She was frozen on that couch, gripping James' notebook as she stared into the fire. Her mind was racing, thoughts streaming so quickly she couldn't hold on to one long enough to make sense of it. Nothing made sense.

The portrait creaked and Lily's head snapped up.

It was James Potter.