As the green light hit her, Lily had a second to fear for her son before…
A young red head's eyes shoot open and she stares unblinkingly at the ceiling, trying to calm herself down, before slowly making her way to her desk. A well-worn journal is picked up, before Lily spends ten minutes hunting for a pen, her frustration overcoming her fear. She finds a pencil behind one of her books and decides that will have to do before, opening a fresh began and starting to write.
All her life, she has had fantastic dreams or horrific nightmares, most of which can be read in the pages she now holds. She has seen flying motorcycles and fallen in love with an arrogant, witty, humorous and loyal dork but she has also felt with uncanny clarity curses that could make her scream and escaped the clutches of a maniacal cult determined to end her and others like her.
I dreamt that I was standing in front of a crib, trying to protect a baby from the evil "Dark Lord" when I died.
Closing the dairy, Lily Evans goes back to sleep, hoping no more dreams would trouble her again. Or memories. After all, if she could make things fly, how could she deny the validity of these dreams?
A/N- Thanks for reading. I will hopefully be updating all my other stories soon. This is the last new fic I will ever start as a teenager, I guess, so yay?