She could see her husband James, and her baby son Harry, being tortured, being killed by a hooded figure with an unsavory shrill laugh. She was pressed against the wall, unable to move, unable to scream…
Lily Potter awoke with a scream. She sat up shivering and sweating in the darkness. "James!" she whispered, and was surprised and concerned to hear no response. That was when she realized for the first time that she wasn't in her bed, or in her room, or even in her house. The only light in the dreary room came from the open door. She followed it with her eyes to the doorway, looking for an exit, or an explanation. Leaning against the frame of the door was a man, tall, and handsome, with coal black hair and eyes, wearing a roguish smile.
"I see you are awake!" he said. "Drink this. It will takeaway the pain." Lily realized with a start that she was smarting all over, and that she was incredibly tired. The man crossed to the bed gracefully, and held the goblet to her lips. "Drink!" he urged. "It won't hurt you!" Lily looked at him warily, and carefully swallowed the potion. The pain cleared away immediately, and she suddenly could think clearly. A flood of questions and worries swamped her at once.
"Oh god!" she cried. "Where is James? Where is Harry?"
The tall man chuckled deeply. "Get your rest. You need it!" A he said this, the sudden burst of energy from the potion drained away, and left her eyelids drooping. She slept, and the man moved away from the bed, and changed slowly into a flat-faced man with incredibly pale, almost reptilian skin, red eyes, and slits for nostrils. "Just a few more days," he whispered, drawing up a hood. He turned silently, a cruel smile curling his lips, and walked quickly away.