So, hullo guys! This is my first ever Jily fanfiction, and my first work here on this website! I really hope you like it! Please review it and tell me where I could do better! I am going to try to write longer chapters, so bear with me on this first one.

None of the characters belong to me, as I am not the great and powerful JKRowling.


She is mad. McGonagall has gone mad. Why would anyone force us to be up at 9 in the morning on a Saturday, for a Divination seminar? Most of us don't even take Divination anymore! Did I mention that it's before 10 on a bloody Saturday? Back me up on this, come on, you know I am right.

Right, just my luck. Toerag Potter just decided to take over the Head bathroom. "Hey, I don't think your hair needs that much time you know?! It's gonna be all messed up anyways!"

"Sod off, Evans."

There, just like that. And what in the heavens did I do to deserve this torture might I add? James Potter, Head Boy? Dumbledore has gone off is rocker. Still not worse than McGonagall.´I still can't believe she is forcing us to come to a bloody Divination seminar. Who cares about Divination anyways? Well, I guess she wouldn't have had to literally force us if anyone signed up for it, but still. You'd think they'd give NEWT students a break, but no. Now I will be stuck in a dusty classroom all bloody morning because Ms. Seeker has a seminar to deliver. And to help my case, my excuse of a Head Boy takes more time putting on his make up than me.

"What are you even doing in there?!"

"You sure you want to know, Evans?"

"You are disgusting, and I hate you."


"Earth to Lily?!" Alice snapped me out.

"What?"

"We're about to go in."

We got in and I was reminded instantly why I dropped Divination – all that incense in the air didn't work for my allergies.

"Sit down, sit down…" The seminar began and I dozed off, until some weird scent caught my nose.

"In front of me is a curious little potion" Ms. Skeeter explained – but I thought this was Divination? That's what you get for falling asleep. Quite the model student huh? "It's supposed to smell differently to every one – no, it's not Amortentia – it's supposed to smell differently to every person because all of you will have a different future, a different fate. I want you to line up, and, taking turns, each one of you will experience a unique sort of dream. And you will each say out loud your last dying words. But I want you to be very careful because the things you say can change the way you look at your life forever. Scared cats are not wanted."

People started to line up, but I only really listened to the people I care about. Marlene was the first to taste the potion, like, really at the front of the line. She went wide-eyed all of a sudden and she said, in the most panicked and desperate voice "Please stop, please stop!". And then she snapped out of it, but her eyes remained wide and she was not quite the same.

It was Remus' turn and when he spoke, he spoke calmly "I love you." And I was actually quite surprised because I hadn't seen him go out on a date since, well, ever. But I was pleased that, at least, he will be happy when he goes. When Sirius tasted the potion he just laughed, and somehow, I was not surprised even one bit – of course he would die laughing, but sadly he will not be the last to laugh.

I was getting closer and closer to the cauldron, and I must admit, I was far more curious than scared. I was scared, a lot, actually, but I was even more excited.

"Lily Evans." I stepped forward. The potion tasted bitter in my mouth, and it smelt like snow and grass after it had been rained upon. My thoughts got blurry and all I could see was a green flash of light and when I opened my mouth, the only thing coming out was "Mama loves you. Dada loves you. Harry be safe, be strong." And then I could think again. Who is Harry? Obviously my future child. But to think that I'll die in front of him? It's a strange feeling, knowing your last words.

"James Potter" and he stepped forwards, just like I did a few minutes ago, and even though he irked me - with his pranks and his showing off, and the snitch he carries around everywhere, and the way he always messes up his hair – I couldn't help but to be curious. Will he die laughing, just like is fellow Marauder? Will he go happy, like Remus will? Nothing prepared me for what came out of his mouth.

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! I'll try to hold him off — just go!" he said panicked and I could tell he was crying, even if I didn't dare myself to look at him. Lily, take Harry. The whole hall was a blur as I ran to the Head dorm.