There was a green light, so bright that Lily couldn't see anymore. Then she heard a scream escaped her mouth. It was a shrill cry that echoes through the house. She tried to move, but all she could do is sob for she knew she had lost… lost a battle that she doesn't even know where it began.

Lily opened her eyes. She could make out a face looking straight at her, but it was blurred. "Who are you?" She tried to say while blocking her eyes from the painful light.

"I'm glad you're finally awake, Lily,"

It was no mistaken. She knew that voice. "Dumbledore? Is that you?"

She heard him chuckled. "I'm really overwhelmed that you recognized me."

Lily tried to sit down. For the first time, she realized that she was in Dumbledore's office. She was seated in one of the couch while Dumbledore sat at the armchair opposite to her, looking at her amusingly.

"What am I doing here?" Lily questioned the man.

Dumbledore smiled. "You don't remember, Lily? Tell me who are you?"

Lily frowned. "Albus, I'm not playing games…"

"Neither am I, Lily." Dumbledore said simply. "Just answer my question, who are you and what do you remember."

"You just said it yourself, I'm Lily." Lily said irritably. Dumbledore just looked at her as if expecting to continue. "I'm Lily… Lily Potter."

Dumbledore nodded. "What do you remember, Lily Potter?"

Lily snorted. "What are you getting at, Albus-" She stopped talking. She remembered something. That night… at Godric's Hollow… James and Harry… Harry, her baby boy…A hooded figure…Green light…Voldermort!

"Where's Harry?" Lily demanded. "Where's my family, Albus? What happened? Where are James and Harry?"

"They're quite all right." He said simply.

"They are not injured or something?"

"My God no!" Dumbledore exclaimed. "They are perfectly well."

She stared at the man for a moment. Something wasn't right. It was like she's missing something.

"Do you have any more concerns? Something you want to clarify?"

"Now that you mentioned it," She said. "I have one; how did Voldemort discover our house? It was under the Fidelous Charm! Only the secret keeper knows our hiding."

"You just answered your question, Lily." Dumbledore said. "Your secret keeper…"

"No. It couldn't be, not–"

Dumbledore held out his had to indicate silence. "Forgive me, Lily, but I have no intention to discuss this matter with you. It is irrelevant and isolated. It is of not great importance at the moment."

"What do you mean NOT IMPORANT?" Lily shouted. "My family could've died last night and it's not important?"

"Regretfully, it is not."

Lily's eyes widen in shock. How could Dumbledore not cared? James and Harry could have died and no one would care, even him.

"I think I had enough, Dumbledore." Lily said standing up. "I want to see my family NOW!"

"Believe me when I say you will see them soon." He said. "But I'm afraid we're not finished yet. As a matter of fact, we haven't even started."

Lily frowned and sat down. "What's it that you want?"

"Lily, before I continue. I want you to promise that you will not interrupt me, that any questions aroused as I speak will not be asked until I have finished, and that any comment you wish to express will be dealt after I had my say. Understand?"

"Whatever. Just go on"

"Promise me, Lily!"

They stared for a moment. "Yes, I promise." Lily said.

Dumbledore closed his eyes and sighed. "Last week, there was an attack at Stoner Hill. A family was assaulted by more or less five fully armed Death Eaters. The house was burned down and a muggle died out of haste."

"The children were saved with only minor wounds and bruises though they may have developed certain paranoia due to the event. The father vanished. We do not have any information if he is still, hopefully, alive. The mother was unfortunate enough. She was hit by an unknown spell that made certain recollections unavailable. To be brief, she was hit by a memory charm. But ordinary memory charm wouldn't make her unconscious for a week, so I assumed there is something in the curse beyond erasing memory."

"According to my source, the Death Eaters have discovered that the Order has long been spying on their faction and are desperate to catch the perpetrator. It was merely a scare honestly. Or if it weren't, the mother would've died rather than her memory erased."

Dumbledore sighed again. "Are you finished?" Lily asked.

"Not yet," Dumbledore said. "Lily, may I ask you something?"

"What?"

"What year are we now?"

"Dumbledore, what kind of question is that?"

"Answer me, Lily."

"It's… It's."

Dumbledore took a newspaper beside him and tossed it across towards Lily. She recognized it at once, The Daily Prophet. She looked at the headline: "MUGGLE DIED AT STONER—A WARNING". Lily saw the Dark Mark hovering at what looked like a burned house on a stiff slope, smoke still issuing from the wreck.

Lily looked at Dumbledore. "I'm sorry…"

"Do you want to read it?"

"I think I can–"

Lily stopped talking. She just saw something that made her heart skip a few beats. She looked awestruck at Dumbledore.

"What is this, a joke?"

Dumbledore shook his head slowly.

"This is a prank, right? Huh… It can't be. It's just. It's not." Lily said still looking at the newspaper date.

"I'm sorry Lily." Dumbledore said.

Lily looked stunned. "No! This couldn't be happening!"

Suddenly, she felt her eyelids heavy and her body weak. But before she hit the ground she caught site of the date; ten years forward.