A/N: I want to thank all my readers and, of course, Paris and Lauren. They rock. This sequel is dedicated to everyone who has read this, new and old.

Summer Dreams

by Olivia Wolfe

Chapter One

Homeward Bound

I wake up Sunday morning with my eyes still burning and a pounding headache. "Ugh," I moan

"Lily," Lauren calls softly. She tiptoes over to my four poster bed and sits on the edge. Alice follows suit. Lauren looks at me. "Are you ready to tell us what happened that made you so upset?"

I look up at them. "James…I…we had…row. He…we're over," I sob quietly.

"Oh," they both whisper sympathetically, pulling me in for a hug.

I look around and notice that the room is empty except for us three. "Where is everyone?" I sniffle and rub my nose.

"They've all packed and went down to the Common Room," Alice says quietly.

"Let's get you up and showered and cleaned up," Lauren suggests.

"I took one last night," I inform her. Lauren is like my mother away from home. She is always there to take care of me when I need it the most.

"Well, at least let me braid your hair, she giggles, lightening my mood.

"Fine." I half-smile at her.

"Oh, and Lily, we took the liberty of packing your things for you, except for you'll need today," Alice comments.

Merlin, I actually have the two best friends in the world.

The feast is glorious. Gryffindor wins the House Cup, but I'm not really in the mood for much celebration. The only time I pay attention is when Dumbledore gets up to speak.

The room falls dead silent.

"This has been a rather…quiet year, relatively speaking," Dumbledore says, letting a small smile creep out. "I speak now to the uprising seventh years. You all have your dreams of what is to come in the years following this next one. But, let me offer you a piece of advice. It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that," he says, his eyes twinkling. "Now to everyone, enjoy the rest of your feast and have a safe holiday."

Ha. Enjoy my holiday. Ha.

Monday morning on the Hogwarts Express is miserable. I'm in a compartment with Frank and Alice, Lauren and Sirius, and James. Kill me.

"Laur," I say weakly. "I'm going to go find Remus and chat with him. I'll see you and Alice at the station."

She stops snogging Sirius to mumble out an "okay".

I walk out of that compartment and walk down the aisle until I find Remus all alone in a compartment. I tap the door lightly.

His eyes flicker to the door and he smiles at the sight of me.

"Come in," he mouths.

"Where's Peter," I ask after opening the door and sliding in. "I didn't think you were the alone- on-a-train-ride type of bloke."

Remus smiles. "Peter went to the food trolley, but please join me."

I roll my eyes at the thought of Peter going to get food not two hours after we had breakfast.

"Are you excited for the summer, Lily?"

"Yes, my sister, Petunia, is getting married."

"Oh! You're excited for her; that's lovely!"

I look at him. "No, I just cannot wait to get her out of the house," I deadpan.

Remus starts laughing the hardest I have ever seen.

"Lily Evans," he gasps between little bursts of laughter. "You are quite a riot!"

Before I could even respond, Peter returns with food in hand.

"Oh, hullo Lily," he greets cheerfully.

"Hello, Peter."

"So is everyone ready for holiday?"

"Yes," Remus and I answer simultaneously.

"What about you, Peter," I ask.

"Oh, definitely; school wears me out," Peter admits.

"Anything wears you out, mate," Remus plays.

Peter and I start laughing at Remus' joke. Remus smirks at his own brilliance.

At exactly 4:50 pm on June 13, 1977, the conductor comes on over a speaker and says, "Kings Cross Station, Platform 9 ¾; all off!"

"Bye guys," I call over my shoulder.

"Bye Lily! Have a lovely summer," Peter yells.

"Goodbye Lily! I'll write to you," Remus shouts.

At exactly 5:00 pm, I find Lauren and Alice, finally separated from their significant others.

"Well, girls," Alice starts. "The next time we'll be back here is on September 1 of our seventh year!"

"And no doubt Lily will be Head Girl!"

"Oh quiet down, you two! You don't know a thing," I say, blushing.

"Oi, there's my parents! I'll catch you guys later," Alice calls.

"Bye, Alice," Lauren and I shout in unison.

"So, are you sure you're going to be okay," Lauren asks me.

I nod my head. "I'll be fine. I promise."

"Okay, well, I guess you have to go outside of this platform to find your mum. Wait; don't even think you'll be leaving me without a hug!"

Grinning to myself, I hug my best friend. "I'll write, and we shall plan on getting together sometime this summer."

"Sounds good! Bye Big Red!"

"Bye Laur," I call over my shoulder.

At exactly 5:15 pm on Monday, June 13, 1977, I exit Platform 9 9/4 and enter the Muggle Kings Cross Station.

"Lily," my mum calls. "Lily! Over here! Oh, it's so good to finally see my - oh dear, what's wrong," she asks, scooping me into a hug.

I can only shake my head. At once, Mum understands that I don't want to talk about it. Thank Merlin.

"Come on, hun. Let's get you to the car."

Outside, I discover, there is a torrential downpour.

How suiting.

The car ride is silent. A few hours later, we arrive at 22 Spinner's End. As soon as we pull into the driveway, I see my father on the porch! "Dad!" I run up and hug him tight.

"Lils! Oh, how I've missed you," my dad greets. "Well, I hate to tell you, but your mother and I ate before she left to get you and Petunia went out with Vernon. Do you want me to heat you up anything?"

I shake my head and get me trunk and Paris from the car. "I think I'll just take my stuff up to my room and go to bed."

My dad looks at me suspiciously.

I fake a yawn and peck him on the cheek. "Love you, dad."

"I love you too."

"Love you, mum."

"I love you too, dear."

I make my way up to my room and throw open the door. Everything looks the same as I had left it for that one day that I was actually home over winter holiday.

I walk over to my bed and flop face down on it. Ahh. I turn my head over to face my nightstand and notice an unfamiliar picture frame on it. I sit up and pick it up. It is a picture of James and md from New Year's. I put it back on the nightstand and fall back on the bed. I let the tears that I had been holding back fall.

Around two in the morning, I start drifting off to sleep.

The next morning, er, afternoon, I wake up with the sun shining through the window and my eyes still puffy and red.

A knock sounds from my door. My mum pokes her head in. "Lily, are you okay?"

Ha. Hardly.

I sit up and a new wave of emotions overcomes me as I shake my head from right to left.

"Oh, honey," she says, coming over to my bed.

I involuntarily let out a sob.

Mum cradles me in a hug. "Do you want to talk about it?"

No. "No," I deadpan. "But I'll have to eventually. So I guess you want to know what happened between James and me."

She says nothing. I take a deep breath. "Well, for the last two months or so, James and I had been fighting non-stop."

"What were you two fighting about?"

"Well, you see, he and his friends would disappear once a month, without warning. And then there is this horrible girl, named Cara, who told me to stay away from James – even though he is, er, was, my boyfriend," I spill out.

"Mhm," my mum says, nodding.

"And then Severus told me his theory about Remus being a werewolf, and when I told James, he got angry, as if I was suggesting that Remus is hiding something from him."

"But he's the one who is hiding something from you," Mum states.

I lay my head down onto my lap. At least my mother understands.

June 19, 1977

Dearest Lauren and Alice,

I've compiled a list. A list of what I hate, if we were being precise.

Lily's List of What She Hates

James Potter
Petty and Vermin
James
My mum insisting on waking me up before 12.
Potter
Quidditch
James Potter
Boys
Potter
Cara
Potty
Cute couples
Potter
Liars

Also, I need to see you guys soon. I'm going crazy.

Love,

Lily

"Alright, girl, take this to Lauren," I say to Paris as I give her a treat and tie the letter to her claw.

This afternoon, I receive two letters. The first is from Remus. The second is from Dylan.

I decide to open Dylan's first.

Dearest Lily,

While it feels good to officially be done with Hogwarts, there is one thing that I will miss. You. I know, it's a very corny thing to say, but it is true.

So, I heard you and Potter broke up and it was rather nasty. Did the prat turn out to be a bigger git than you thought? Was he a complete pig and realised you would never do anything sexually with him?

The reason why I'm writing this letter is because I think we should get back together again. We made such a lovely pair.

Think about it.

Love,

Dylan.

I roll my eyes and hastily write a response to send back with his owl.

Dylan,

Bugger off, you slimy git.

-Lily

I open the next letter and smile at the length of the letter.

Dear Lily,

I understand that despite riding together on the train on Monday, you are likely upset with me. Either that or you don't want to talk to me due to my association with James. But we're still friends in my eyes. I just hope you see it that way as well.

How are you? Er, I mean in terms of being home and not physically, emotionally, or mentally. Though, I do care about those too.

Listen, Lily, I am quite sorry about the breakup. James came into our dormitory angry and started punching the nearest thing. Luckily, it was his pillow and not one of us. It took him a few minutes after that to realize what had happened. I believe the exact quote was, "Oh shit, what have I done". If you tell him that I told you this, Lily, he will hex me, then I'll have to hex you, and I really do not want to do that.

Anyway, speaking of James, I have to tell you something. Now, please don't get angry with me. What is it that you muggles say? Ah, yes, don't shoot the messenger. What I am about to tell you is only being told to you because we're friends. And friends tell each other things, correct? Correct.

Alright, well, on the fifth, James threw a party and got really drunk. Now, we all know that James does stupid things when he's piss drunk and then the next day, he regrets it. Well, that night, while drunk, he hooked up with Cara. I don't believe I need to specify which Cara. On the fourteenth, he asked her out.

He claims that he doesn't regret this at all.

I am so sorry, Lily. Please don't hate me.

Remus John "Johnny" Lupin

Cara. He's dating Cara.

While I absorb the shock, I find a piece of parchment to reply back to him with.

Dear Johnny,

First off, can I call you Johnny from now on? I quite like that name.

Johnny, why would I speak to you on the train if I were mad at you! Of course we're friends! Anyways, you and James are two different people. Besides, you and I were friends way before James became a part of my life. Johnny, we'll always be friends.

Johnny, I won't lie to you. Physically, everything hurts, and I feel bloated all the time. Mentally, my mind has turned to mush. Emotionally, I am a train wreck. It's terrible. I hate it. I hate feeling this way. I wish I could get over it, but I truly cannot. I wish I could go back and take it all back. But I guess I'll move on. Eventually.

But on the other side, after I mail this letter, I get to go shopping for Petunia's wedding gown. Joy.

As for James' realisation, well, I suppose that's over with now. He's obviously over me and has moved on. Even if his definition of moving on is getting plastered and then hooking up with a slag. Cara has wanted him for a while now, so I guess it has worked out like it was supposed to.

Hey, what are you doing next week? We should get together. I would love to see you and talk to you!

I could never hate you,

Lily "Red" Evans

"Lily," My mum calls. "Are you up, dear?"

She opens up my door to see me in my current state of emotional pain and physical ugliness, sending off a letter. "Oh, dear, what's the matter?"

I release Remus' owl and turn back around to her. In all honesty, I contemplate lying, but right now it took up too much effort.

"James."

"Honey, it's okay."

"No, mum, it is not okay! He happens to be dating the girl who hates my guts! Everything is not okay!"

"Calm down, Lily," my mother soothes. "You know what they say?"

"Hmm?"

"If you love someone, set them free. If they do come back, they're yours. If they don't, then they never were."

"Mum, that is the most horrible and depressing thing I've ever heard!"

"Lily it'll all be okay."

I look up at her. "What if he never comes back?"

"He will, darling, just give him time."

"How do you know?"

She smiles and pats down my hair. "Your mum knows a thing or two."

I sniffle. "Thanks, mum."

"You're welcome. Now get up and dressed so Petunia won't throw a fit when she gets out of the shower and finds that you aren't ready."

"Joy," I groan.

"Just be ready in thirty minutes," mum warns me, leaving my room.

Thirty-five minutes later, I find out that shopping for a wedding dress is hell on Earth.

Petunia claims that each dress has something wrong with it. Either it makes her look too fat, too thin, too wide, too narrow, too pale, too petite, or too curvy.

Merlin, kill me.

Finally, three hours later, at the fifth store, Petunia finds one that she likes.

"Oh, Lily, doesn't she look lovely," Mum gushes.

I see Petunia's eyes flash over to me and narrow dangerously.

"Uh, er…"

"If you say you like it, I will refuse to get it," Tuney seethes.

"It's alright," I say acerbically.

"Well, good, I think it's ravishing," she counters.

"Casse toi," I tell her in my perfect French. (A/N: this means to fuck off)

"What did you just say?" Her eyes narrow to slits.

"Don't act like you know what I said," I spit.

"Girls! Stop," mum yells. "Honestly, you act like you are eleven and eight. Now act like you are twenty and seventeen!"

Tuney huffs and storms off to put a down payment on her dress. Apparently, we'll be back the week before the wedding for a final fitting.

Thank Merlin that I am not a bridesmaid. I'd end up killing her.

"Alright girls, let's go home!"

Finally.

Thirty minutes later, I find two owls perched on my window sill. One is Paris, the other is Remus'.

I tear open the one from Lauren and Alice.

Dear Big Red and Al,

First off, Big Red, wow, that's quite a list. Would you care to discuss it perhaps on the twenty-fourth? I'm most definitely free that day, if the pair of you would want to sleep over and such. We could do a sleep over every other week and trade off houses each time.

Love,

Lauren

Laur and Lil,

Lily: I love you. I hope you know that. Stay strong. You'll be seeing us soon. We'll sort everything out then.

Lauren, I love your plan. It's genius!

Love always,

Alice

I quickly grab a quill and reply back.

Al and Laur,

The twenty-fourth sounds good. I love you too, Alice! And of course, you, Laur.

Brill plan, Laur. It may be the best one yet.

Love, Big Red

I give the letter to Paris and she flies out to Lauren's.

I then sit down and open Remus'.

Dear Red,

I'll call you that. Red; that's quite the interesting nickname. I suppose you can call me Johnny. Just don't tell those three blokes I hang out with.

As for your current emotional state and all, it will get better. I promise. He'll come around eventually. He's just being stupid as of now.

As for our meeting; the twenty-second sounds like a plan. How about we meet at the Leaky Cauldron at noon?

Reply back if you cannot make it. However, please send back my owl.

Yours,

Johnny.

P.S. I have something to show you. You will definitely want to see it.

What could he possibly have that I would want to see?

I send the owl out after giving him a treat. I flop on my bed.

Merlin, my life just sucks right now.

A knock sounds at my door.

I look up to find Petunia standing in my doorframe,

As if my life can't get any worse…

"What do you want?"

"Mum just told me what happened and why you're so upset…" she says, trailing off.

"What about it?"

"Lily, don't act stupid. Mum told me about your break up."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"I'll go get Mum to talk to you about it again. She wanted to. I volunteered myself because she is absolute rubbish when it comes to giving love advice."

I smile, despite myself. "Thanks."

Tuney walks over to my bed and sits down on the edge of the bed. "Listen, I'm sorry for being so bitchy earlier today."

"Eh, you can't help it. Your wedding's coming up and you're pretty stressed."

We sit in silence for a few minutes.

"So, do you want to talk about what happened?"

More silence.

"Lily, I'm not leaving until you tell me what's happened."

Merlin, she's so stubborn. And as nice as she's being right now, I do not want her in my room all day. Or for all eternity.

I sigh and run my fingers through my extremely knotty hair. "Well, obviously, we broke up."

"No shit, Lily. Why?"

"He was sneaking around, hiding things from me, and then would get randomly cross with me," I recall, thinking about the events that had happened in the past few months.

"Who broke up with whom?"

"He did it."

Her face softens even more. "Lily, I'm so sorry. He seemed like a decent bloke." She actually sounds quite sympathetic.

"He is."

Petunia looks at me like I'm crazy.

"No, Petunia, he really is. I'm the one at fault here."

"Lily Marie Evans! You have never been one to admit that you're wrong. Are you really about to let some bloke change that?"

"But…"

"No 'but's!" She looks at me as if I'm a loon. "Oh," my sister says, getting quiet.

"What? What's the matter?"

"You love him, don't you?"

I look at her blankly.

"Lily?"

"Yes? Oh, right." I look at her for a few seconds, not saying anything. "Yes, I do love him. But it doesn't matter anymore. He's dating the girl who is absolutely the bane of my existence."

"One, I thought that was me. Two, he still love you," Tuney states matter-of-factly.

"You are nowhere as bad as her. And were you not listening to me? I said he has-"

"He has a girlfriend, yes, I heard you. But I know that he still loves you. Lily, god, sometimes you are so oblivious. It has been awhile since I last saw the pair of you together, but over Christmas, every time he looked at you, goodness."

"What? How did he look at me?"

"You could tell in his eyes that he was so head-over-heels for you."

I roll my eyes.

"God, Lily, Vernon has never looked at me like that. I know he loves me and I love him, but he has never ever looked at me like that. I knew that James was the one for you."

I sit there and stare at her. No, he doesn't love me. Not anymore, at least.

"Listen, everything will be okay." At that. Petunia gets up and leaves my room.

"Thanks," I call out weakly.

Petunia may not be as insane as I thought.

Hi Everyone!

I hope that the wait wasn't too long. When asked about when I'd post the sequel to "Snow Day Chances", it took me awhile to really think about it. The reason for the long-ish wait is because I wanted to focus on my last few weeks of school and not worry about having to write a good story while taking finals.

Funny story, I actually uploaded this chapter to my Doc Manager on May 12, on the night of my prom. That's right. Olivia Wolfe did not go to her prom.

But anyway, I present to you, "Summer Dreams"

Enjoy. Read. Review.

Love Olivia

Liv's Life:

I passed all my finals! I am so happy about that. For those who have taken their finals: how did you do?

Love,

Liv