The moment Lily woke up, she could tell something was wrong. Uneasiness was wandering aimlessly around her gut, and it wasn't treating the ground it walked on like some sort of delicate bubble.

It was trodding around, begging to be noticed.

In other words, it was pretty hard to ignore, unlike many other gut feelings Lily had had during her past Hogwarts years.

Maybe it was because the snoring she heard was much deeper, unlike the high-pitched noise Lily usually woke to.

Maybe it was because of how cold she was. At Hogwarts, the linens were always so warm and fluffy.

Maybe it was because how the satin separating curtain that Lily always kept closed had disappeared from it's usual pole.

Whatever it was, Lily couldn't tell. That was until she touched something small, warm, and breathing.

Strangling a shriek down, Lily pulled back, causing the thing to groan lightly in it's sleep. Pulling out her wand, she tried to calm down, but her fast-paced heartbeat ignored her.

"Lumos," she murmured. To her utter surprise, a minature James Potter stared back at her, thumb in mouth and feet curled up to his stomach.

As if it wasn't enough shock to find that- that boy in her bed, her shaking hands flicked upwards, revealing yet another version of Potter.

Staring in horror, Lily realized this one looked older. She couldn't believe her luck. Just because she had accidentally bumped into a mirror back home during a fight with Tuney couldn't mean fate landing her in a room with not one, but two, versions of someone she despises?

Turning away from their sleeping faces with a humph, Lily let out a gasp upon seeing the state of the room she was in.

There were ugly bumps covering the walls, along with big cracks from the foundation shifting. If Lily looked carefully, she could see little furry black balls cuddled up in the corner- spiders.

Lily also couldn't help but notice how tremendously small the place was. James #1 (the younger one) was squished roughly between her and James #2 (the older one), whose right half was hanging off the bed and leaning on the dirty carpet.

James #1 was curled up under a moth-eaten blanket, barely big enough to cover him. And the door- Oh, the door!

Lily was so caught up in surveying the interior she'd completely forgot about it. It was slanted across the top like a door to underneath a set of stairs would; their was no door knob or visible way of leaving.

In fact, it's only embellishment was a dusty vent, filtering in no sunlight, and revealing to Lily it wasn't dusk yet.

For all she knew, it could be 3 am! Sighing, Lily shifted in the bed, having decided to deal with her odd and horrendous situation later.

The bed groaned softly, but Lily didn't care. James Potter could sleep through a death eater attack.

She, on the other hand would jump up, no matter the noise. When James #1 woke up, rubbing his droopy eyelids, the least you could say was that she was surprised.

But of course, the surprises couldn't just stop there. James #1's eyes fluttered open, revealing not so hazel eyes.

Instead they were bright green. Lily normally didn't care so much about a person's eye color, but she couldn't help but feel like the little boy next to her had somehow stolen her eyes.

Because the eyes that were slowly widening up at her from the bed were her eyes.

Stupid surprises.

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