Chapter 1
'The Little Boy'

Lightning flashed in the distance causing the Library of Hogwarts School of witch craft and Wizardry to light up with a soft white glow. The room was completely empty except for a rather glum looking teacher and a 15 year old girl who was sound asleep at a small wooden table hidden by a large moldy bookshelf.

Thunder roared, and icy cold rain fell from the dark sky in buckets. Lightning struck a near-by tree with a loud crack causing the sleeping girl to awake with a start.

She yawned and wiped her tired emerald green eyes of sleep. The girl then rubbed a drool spot off of a page of her potions book that she had used for a pillow. Her books, parchments, and quills were spread messily across the table.

She looked up a the clock on the wall. Her eyes widened.
"Holy crap! How long was I asleep?! I'm gonna be late for dinner!" She questioned herself and cursed under her breath.

She quickly piled up her books and papers and threw them carelessly into her bag. She pulled her shiny ginger colored hair into a messy bun with a rubber band and placed her muggle no.2 pencil behind her left ear out of habit.

The girl bolted out of the Library and sprinted down the hall towards the Great Hall when she rounded the corner and ran right smack into someone coming from the oppisite direction. Losing her balance she fell hitting her lead off the cold stone floor.

The last thing she heard before losing consciousness came from James Potter...
"Lily? Lily? Are you okay? I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going...Lily?"

Lily drifted off. Her dream was strange. She was at a house. Then all of a sudden there was a flash of bright green light and loud ear-splitting screams. The picture blurred and twisted into another one. The scene had changed greatly and she found herself outside on a warm sunny day. There was a little boy. He was sitting on a bench outside a small house. He looked sad, almost abused looking. He was pale and had jet black hair that stuck up in every direction. He was tiny and looked about 5 years old. The wind blew his hair exposing a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. The little boy smiled at her. Those eyes. Those familiar bright green eyes. Her eyes. There was yet another blur and she woke up.

She was covered in cold clammy sweat. Her head hurt horribly. Her eyes crossed and the room seemed to be spinning. When her eyes came back into focus she found herself on a bed in the hospital wing. James Potter was sitting on the edge of the bed somewhere near her feet.

"What happened?" Lily had said still feeling a bit woozy.

"Well we kinda ran into each other and you hit your head," James answered.

"Oh right thanks, but that's not what I meant

"What did you mean?"

"I meant what happened to the little boy?"

"What little boy?"

"I- I don't know?" Lily sighed and shook her head stumped on who the little boy was and what he wanted.