The first sign something was wrong was her hair. It definitely didn't go all the way down to her elbows yesterday. Last she could remember it went just past her shoulders. Then as she was pawing through her new longer locks, she noticed her nails. Cuticles grown out. Unfiled. Unpolished.

Things were definitely not right with Lily Evans.

But her problems didn't end there. In fact, things just got worse. Most appalling was the hospital gown she was wearing. But the fact that she was in the hospital wing was also quite alarming.

And that was when the panic set in. Where was she? Why was she here? What happened to her? Was she ok now? Where was everyone? Lily's heart felt as though it was constricting and she began to hyperventilate, becoming very dizzy. She set her hand on the bedside table to stable herself but it rolled under her hand and crashed noisily into the wall as her body crumbled silently onto the floor.

Who the hell thought to put wheels on a table in the hospital? Lily thought in irritation. The noise from the crashing alerted Madam Pomfrey, the new, highly effective mediwitch who came to replace the temporary Healer Johnson who was doing her residency at Hogwarts.

Lily noted warily that Madam Pomfrey seemed quite excited as she ran into the room.

"Albus!" she cried. "Minerva! Come quick!"

As though on command, Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall ran into the school hospital and in a rare display of emotion, the head of Gryffindor house flung her arms around Lily.

Suspicious, Lily thought. And in this hideous, blue hospital gown, definitely awkward.

"Miss Evans, it is such a relief to have you back." The words came from Dumbledore but echoed strangely in Lily's head.

Back from what? The panic was returning.

"Professor, what am I doing here?" These were the first words Lily spoke and her voice was hoarse from disuse.

"Oh my heavens, the poor girl," the mediwitch spoke sympathetically. "Of course you couldn't have known. You'd think after seeing so many patients I would have a more gentle way of telling you but unfortunately I don't. I have often found it's best to be direct anyhow. Lily, you have been in a coma."

A coma. Shock.

"How long?" was all Lily was able to choke out. She feared the answer.

"Twenty-three days, love."

Twenty-three days? Well that certainly was a long time, but by no means life altering. Sure, Lily knew she would have been slightly over three weeks behind in school but luckily she made a point to diligently study two weeks material ahead of time. And she could catch up one week in no time with a little extra effort.

"How did I become… uh… comatized? I mean how did I get here?" Lily had a difficult time finding the right words but she knew the three authority figures in front of her would understand.

"We were hoping you would be able to tell us that, Miss Evans," Professor McGonagall spoke. Suddenly, Lily was able to see the bags under the eyes of the head of Gryffindor house. Something had been worrying her. Something was not right.

Lily pulled the gown closer around her body as she wracked her mind for details or events, trying remember the events of 23 days ago. She could come up with nothing.

"Well," Lily began as she sat down onto her hospital bed, "maybe you could tell me how you found me - to jog my memory."

This time Madam Pomfrey spoke. "You had a severe case of pneumonia which we of course were able to alleviate immediately, yet you still remained in a coma afterward. But we didn't find you. You were carried in here at three in the morning. By James Potter." There was a slight tone of disapproval in her voice when the mediwitch spoke the time Lily was brought in.

"James Potter?" Lily echoed.

This situation is certainly becoming more and more strange. Lily knew James as a fellow Gryffindor but certainly not a friend. It would be a stretch to even call him an acquaintance. Since her first year as a witch, she had spoken very little to him – or to anyone for that matter – but it didn't change anything; she still liked him. It was not exactly in a romantic way, though perhaps not in a completely plutonic way either but Lily knew she would always only watch him from afar. She never had too many friends and Hogwarts and she knew her classmate saw her as an ice queen but it never bothered her too much. She was a private person and getting to know someone often meant sharing a big part of oneself that Lily was never quite willing to open up.

Lily sat quietly on her bed lost in thought and was jerked back to reality by Professor Dumbledore.

"I'm sure the mystery will reveal itself in time. But for now," he turned to address the two women next to him, "if I may have a moment alone with Miss Evans."

Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey both nodded in understanding and left the room. They spoke in hushed voices to each other as they left.

Dumbledore set his piercing eyes on Lily. "I'd like to ask once more if there is anything you remember. Possibly someone attacked you? Where you on call that night?"

All three inquiries confused Lily. It was unlike him to question a student's story once he had already heard it. And someone attacking her? Lily could not fathom why he would suggest this. Lastly, Lily was not sure why her referred to her prefect duties and being on call. Yes she patrolled on occasion but that was hardly being on call.

"No professor," she answered, casting her eyes down and fidgeting with her fingers, feeling uncomfortable with her lack of understanding.

But something caught her eye. As she was looking down she saw a long scar on the inside of her forearm. That definitely was not there last time she had seen her left arm

Dumbledore noticed where her eyes were and said, "Ah, yes. You were lucky to get out of that one alive."

"Excuse me?"

"Well, maybe you had better control of the situation than we assumed but I still feel grateful you are here today."

"The situation?" Lily's voice was now clearly rattled.

And finally comprehension dawned on Professor Dumbledore.

"Lily, what year of school are you in?"

"My sixth of course." Now these questions were just getting downright silly.

"No, Lily. You are in your seventh year. For the past 10 months you have been working for the Order of the Phoenix as a spy. And if you indeed cannot remember any of this, you seem to have retrograde amnesia."

Here endeth chapter one. I have the story plotted out, but if there is something anyone would like to see, I'm open to suggestions.

Please let me know if you liked it. Or if the fragments annoyed the hell out of you, let me know that too. I was just trying it as a style but if you don't like it, I can change it.

And lastly, anyone want a character named after them? I've got an opening.