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Hello! To those who knew me from my first fic GRYFFINDOR CHARMS, I'm writing another story but don't worry because Gryffindor Charms isn't on hiatus and I just wanted to try this out.

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CHAPTER ONE – NEWS

It was a sunny day in summer. Lily Luna Potter was spending it at her best friend Ivory Clearwater's house and she was currently sleeping in their guest room.

Someone was walking…a man. It looked oddly familiar but she couldn't point out who it was because the vision was slightly blurred. She could only see that he had jet black hair…and then, nothing else. The man had his back to her, so she couldn't see…and yet, he was still oddly familiar. He was walking by the forest surrounded by thick, dark trees and she could vaguely see him with his wand in front of him. She shivered as the cold whipped her skin and suddenly, out of no where, a green light appeared to the man's right and he fell eagle-spread on the ground.

Dead.

"ARGH!" Lily screamed and woke up. She was sweaty all over her body and breathing frantically. Her heart was hammering fast in her chest as she remembered the dream.

That dream.

She has been dreaming it ever since the first week of summer and every time it happens, she always ended up like this – clammy and shaking. No matter how hard she tried, the dream always kept coming back.

It was one of the reasons why she was spending some of her summer at her best friend's house. She didn't want her parents and brothers to get worried about her just because of a stupid dream…or was it? It's just a stupid dream, right? Well, that was what she kept telling herself but deep down, she knows it a sign.

She just doesn't want to believe it herself.

"Lily!" Ivory said furiously, throwing the door open. "What happened to you? Those bloody dreams again?"

Lily nodded, taking few deep breaths before speaking to calm herself. "Yes. Those dreams again."

"You really should tell your –"

"No!" Lily interrupted, scowling at her. "How many times do I have to tell you I don't want my family to worry? I. Don't. Want. To. Tell. Them. Especially dad." She sighed. "So please just understand me, okay?"

Ivory sighed. "Okay. I'll try but I still think they ought to know. Your dad can help you!"

"I know he can but he has got other things in mind now than tending to his crazy of a daughter," she replied in a totally lame excuse. She's being stubborn as usual.

"That's not a very good reason," Ivory scoffed. "You really should do something on how to deal with that, like with a book or something."

Lily just giggled while her best friend glared at her. "A-book!" Lily choked between laughs. "Merlin Ivory, I don't know what to do with you!"

"Shut up," she muttered, crossing her arms indignantly. "Just because you don't like reading books doesn't mean they can't help you."

"I didn't say I didn't like books," Lily huffed crossly. "I like some books, those with interesting stories from the muggles or those with interesting spells and potions. But I don't like boring books and those books are usually thick! Now, how do you find that interesting?"

"Because they're stuffed with important information!" Ivory exclaimed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Lily just rolled my eyes at her. "Honestly, I'm hungry now so can we drop the subject about books and prepare something to eat?"

She nodded in defeat. "Okay. Let's go make some pancakes."

"Yay! Come on!"

"Hungry much? You might want to fix your hair first and change clothes because –"

"Fine," Lily interrupted and shooed her out.

She combed her long, auburn hair slightly and pulled it in a long ponytail. She then removed her pajamas and put on a comfortable, large grey shirt and shorts. It was summer, after all.

"How's the cooking?" she asked as she entered the kitchen.

"Help me, will you?" Ivory asked as she was mixing the ingredients.

"Okay."

She was about to take over the batter when she heard a sudden tapped on the window. She turned around and found a black owl outside. It was their family owl, Ebony. She quickly rushed to her and opened the window. "Ebony, what are you doing…Oh, why do you have a howler!" She got it from her beak and opened it quickly as it started smoking.

"Lily," she heard her mother's voice say softly, not like her. From her tone of voice, this couldn't be good. "Go home now. Please. I can't explain it to you in here but you could bring Ivory if you'd like. You might need her. I love you, never forget that."

Her heart was thudding fast as the letter turned into ashes, the last words from her mother frightening her. Have something happened? This couldn't be good. Suddenly, her best friend's voice startled her from her thoughts

"Lily, are we going now?"

She looked up at her and nodded wordlessly. She then went to her room to pack her things hastily.

"Come on," Ivory said to her and handed her a pot of Floo Powder. She grabbed a fistful of it, dragged her trunk with her to the fireplace, and shouted her destination loud and clearly.

And there she was, at home in Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place. Her mother was already there in the kitchen and engulfed her with a hug. She was getting anxious by her reactions but returned the hug nonetheless. "Hey mum."

Seconds later, Ivory appeared and stumbled back a little when my mother through herself at her, too, with a hug. "Hello Mrs. Potter."

She nodded and for the first time, Lily saw her fully. Her hair was disheveled, her face paler than usual…and her eyes… her eyes were red and puffy. She was clearly crying.

"Mum, what happened?" Lily asked her mother frantically. Ginny Potter wasn't the woman to cry easily, like Lily, so this isn't good news.

She sniffed silently and said, "This way." She started walking up the stairs and Ivory and Lily followed her. Lily was clutching into her best friend's hand tightly to contain her nerve.

Her mother opened the door of James' room on the topmost floor and Lily saw him and Albus already there. They wore confused and anxious looks and they were apparently haven't told the news about either. The two girls sat on the bed and they all waited with baited breath as Ginny Potter opened her lips to tell them the news.

"James, Albus, Lily," she said hollowly and a single tear flowed down her cheek. "Your dad is dead."

My dad.

Harry Potter.

Dead.

NO!

And Lily fainted.

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