She was running up the stairs, her baby clutched tightly in her arms, trying to protect him. She ran into her and her husbands room, looking for the emergency portkey. She quickly found it, and picked it up, but it didn't work. The door crashed open. What crossed the threshold was something from her nightmares. Transparent white skin, piercing, snake-like crimson eyes. He told her to stand aside, so he could kill her baby. She needn't die. She refused. He told her to stand aside again, with more force, she refused once again, saying she would rather die. Rather die then let this madman kill her only child. He laughed cruelly and green light filled her vision, followed by darkness.
The darkness was suffocating. Then she realized she couldn't breath. Where was she? Where was her baby? She reached her hands out only to find herself inclosed in something. A box. No, a coffin. Why was she in a coffin? She wasn't dead. She began to panic, her magic swirled around her. She gasped. The coffin exploded. Dirt flew. Air, sweet air. She drank it in, still gasping. She climbed out of the ground and sat there, dazed. She was in a cemetery. Why though? She turned to look at where she crawled out. On the tombstone was her name. And when she died. Where was her husband? Was he truly dead? Or like her? Next to hers was his.
She shuddered, gathered her magic and disappeared. With a near silent 'pop' she reappeared in front of a set of wrought iron gates, flanked by stone gargoyles. She paid them no mind as she traveled up the winding drive that she remembered from her days of attending. After what seemed to be an eternity, she came to the front doors, which just happen to be open. Hesitantly, she walked in and followed the familiar path to the headmasters office. Hopefully he was still there and would tell her what was going on.
She made it to the stone gargoyle that guarded his office and said the only password that she knew, the one for the Order. It hopped to the side and the wall split, indicating that it was still in use. She traveled up the winding staircase and came to the door. She knocked, but there was no answer. With great caution, she went in. It was still the same as she remembered, but with a tad more clutter. On a golden perch was the headmasters familiar, Fawkes, the phoenix. It gave a great trill with it saw her, lifting her spirit as she collapsed in front of it. He fluttered to the ground, cooing at her. With trembling fingers, she pet his warm, downy feathers.
The door behind her opened and she turned to see a very familiar face. "Albus?"
The wizened wizard looked down at her, taking in her fiery red hair and vibrant green eyes. He looked close to collapsing himself. He chose, instead to sit in his chair. "My word. Lily Potter? Is that truly you?"