I do not own Harry Potter.
Lily Evans was exhausted. So tired, she faceplanted into her toast at breakfast.
Alice looked concernedly at her. "Are you okay?"
"Yes." Truth was, she wasn't. Nightmares plagued her sleep, making it impossible to close her eyelids, terrified of seeing the same bodies on the street and the blood on her hands. Hours were spent silently crying, visions flashing through her head. At that thought, she stood up abruptly. "Actually, I'm not hungry."
Alice shrugged and turned to Marlene, who was talking about the socks she saw at a store in Hogsmeade on their last trip. Lily walked out of the Great Hall, turning toward the direction of the Heads' Dorms. And guess who was there? James Potter.
"Hey Evans, decided to cut low on the carbs? Good choice." Potter and her's feud goes way back. In First Year, they automatically hated each other, because he made fun of Sev- Snape and she defended him. Every year, it had only gotten worse. Every encounter turned into a screaming match. They've never had a single civil conversation.
Lily barely had the energy to argue. She didn't want to this anymore. "Thanks," she said, and shuffled tiredly toward the Heads' Commons, vaguely seeing an incredulous look on James' face. Dismissing it quickly, she collapsed on a comfortable couch. She wished she could sleep, but the thought of nightmares made her terrified.
But even the mightiest warriors cannot resist the temptation of sleep sometimes. Despite her best effort, Lily fell asleep. The last word running through her head was, shit.
Lily was standing in the middle of a street. It looked familiar, for some reason. In the middle of her mangled thoughts, she found a name. Cokeworth? That was her hometown, wasn't it? Lost memories found their way back, suddenly slamming into her. She stumbled back.
Where were her parents? She looked at her house, and screamed in horror. The Dark Mark was drifting over it, its green light ominous and terrifying. Lily sprinted into the house and in the doorway, horrifyingly, were her parents, soaked in blood and faces mangled. The sight was so gruesome, she leaned over and dry heaved, vaguely remembering something about not having food in her stomach.
Lily screamed so loud she was sure the entire city had heard her. How was she to cope, without her parents? How could the Death Eaters get in? Why did they kill her parents? The world was so bloody unfair, why did it have to be them? Why did it have to be anybody?
Suddenly, a ghostly Petunia appeared, face filled with rage and pinched with grief.
"It's your fault! Why did you have to be a freak, why did you have to go to that school of yours? IT'S YOUR FAULT THEY'RE DEAD."
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry," Lily hugged her knees into her chest, sobbing and rocking back and forth. It's your fault, your fault...
"MS. EVANS!" Somebody was shaking her, invisible hands, and she thrashed around before abruptly waking up, still screaming.