Screaming. That's all I heard. I saw my red hair whip around me as if it were fire itself. I dashed through the dark corridors to try to find the source of the screaming but the closer I thought I went, the further away I was. "Lumos!" I shouted but my wand refused to function. "Lumos Maxima!" I shouted once more, causing my voice to echo throughout the way. Paintings on the walls started to appear, showing that I was in Hogwarts. But as I looked closer, I noticed that the canvases were blank. My eyes widened as I heard footsteps and maniac laughter filling the air. I dashed through the halls once more but the halls never seem to end.

I turned around and started to hear my own breathing start to catch up with my rapid heart beat. My feat were stomping on the ground and my legs were starting to give out. There was a shadow sprinting toward me. I quickly turned my head as I was still running and saw a tall dark figure standing in my way. Before I could turn around my feet slid on the now slick floor. Falling hard to the ground, I start to scramble to my feet, but it's useless. I put my hand on the ground and felt something oozing onto my skin. As soon as I touch the substance it turns into an immediate liquid. "LUMOS!" I shriek, knowing what it was going to be but not wanting to believe it. As a dim light finally appeared, a dark red liquid started to run down from my arm. I tried to wipe it away but the more I wiped it, the more blood escaped. I looked down once more and saw that I was in a pool of blood, but not my own.

Marlene, Sirius, James, Petunia, Remus, Mum, and Dad were all lying lifeless in the corner of the hall; their blood trailing down to where I currently was. I flip over and see the dark figure standing in front of me. Before I could even think of a spell to help save my life, a bright green light flashed in my eyes.

"Lily? LILY!" I felt hands shaking me but no matter how hard I tried to open my eyes, my body resisted. "She's having a night terror." Marlene's familiar voice started to sound through the air.

"A what?" I heard a male voice ask. Peter.

"A night terror," chimed in another voice belonging to Remus, "it's like a nightmare but worse. No matter how hard you try to wake your body refuses."

All I could do was scream. The light was getting darker and I could see snakes slithering by me. Why wasn't I dead yet? They opened their mouths to show the fangs they possessed that looked to be bigger than my middle finger. Hissing was engulfing my hearing, causing all the voices to become muffled. I looked back to the corner of piled bodies and they were all screaming as snakes started to attack them.

"Lily, please wake up!" I heard James' voice call. I felt strong hands grab my face, but all I saw was a face with no eyes and sharp, pointed teeth smile at me as a forked tongue slipped out of the figure's mouth.

"Wakey wakey, Lily Evans." A man. It's a man that was grabbing me. I thrashed to get out of his grasp but no matter how hard I kicked, screamed or punched, he wouldn't let go. I started to sob to myself when suddenly, I saw faces surrounding me. The familiar heat of the common room fire replaced the cold, damp temperature. I blinked several times before I saw six worried faces looking down at me. I was still crying as I felt many embraces. I shut my eyes trying to get rid of the terrible memory but no matter how hard I tried, the green flash was always in the back of my mind.

"Lily, what happened?" I looked over to see Sirius wide-eyed. You don't see Sirius Black worried everyday so I have half smiled.

Many more questions were being asked but one that was silent was James. I looked at him. He was the one closest to me and was probably the one who was holding my face. "Are you okay?" He mumbled under his breath.

I nodded as my eyes started to get teary from the sight of James, Marlene, and many others lying lifeless and cold from my nightmare. I smiled that they were all well, alive, and warm. I sat straight up and hugged them all and started to sob. Marlene hugged the tightest back, then I felt Mary's weak arms give a meaning hug.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I hear Marlene whisper into my ear.

"Later," I mumbled back, wincing at the sound of my voice cracking.

After the sob fest was over, I stood up and walked over to the portrait hole. I looked outside and noticed it was dark, and judging by everyone in their pajamas, it was also late. "I'm going to go get some hot chocolate..." I muttered. I opened the door and stepped out, heading down the moving stairs when I heard quick foot steps behind me. Still alert from my dream, I grabbed my wand and spun around on my heal only to find a pair of hazel eyes lock with mine.

"Um," he started to say, "I uh, wand down please?"

"I'm not in the mood for any funny business right now, Potter." I practically spat at him.

He looked confused as he slightly shook his head, "I just wanted to walk with you. Incase you were weary about walking the castle. Especially since it's four in the morning."

I lowered my wand and rubbed my eyes, "fine," I said in an exasperated voice.

James started to walk close to me, which was strange since he never was this close before. Well, he has been, but this time he wasn't trying to do anything. "If you want me to get the hot chocolate for you and let you rest, I can do that for you if you want." He looked sincere.

I shook my head, "the last thing I want right now is sleep."

We walked down the stairs in silence with the only sound throughout the tower were our own footsteps hitting the hard stairs. "So," James started, "what are we going to do for the Halloween party?"

I looked up at him. Merlin he was getting tall. I could tell he was trying to get my mind off any harsh subjects, so I rolled with it, "I dunno. Maybe the the usual of just floating pumpkins."

This year, as heads, Dumbledore wanted us to throw a Halloween party. The excuse when he told the whole school was that he wanted it to be a memorable year. The excuse when he told James and I was that he wanted the minds to get off all the terrible news with the Dark Lord rising in power. It's a scary time now. More and more students are starting to join the Dark Lord, and the worst part about it is the fact that one of my old friends is contemplating it if he hasn't already.

"Floating pumpkins?" James asked sounding appalled, "that is the most boring idea for a Halloween part I have ever heard!"

I glared at him. "I just woke up, leave me alone."

"No. I'll never leave you alone." He said in a distressed voice. He theatrically put a hand to his forehead and jumped down about two steps to be even in height with me. I was in no means short, I'm actually above average height for girls, but James Potter was a giant. "Lily, darling, why won't you accept my hand in marriage?" James wiped away fake tears and started to talk like an old southern American.

I smirked as I went along with it, "because it is forbidden! I am not your family's type!" I said exasperated.

"Don't mind my family," he said as he took me by the waist and dipped me over, "blood isn't thicker than water, I checked."

Butterflies were sent all throughout my body as he touched me. My eyes widened and my awkwardness started to kick in. "Yeah, okay." I said as I cleared my throat and got out of his grasp.

Okay, I no means, like James Potter. I would give the usual run down of adjectives like I did when I had a journal and others thought I liked him, but over the past few months, James has actually been... Nicer. Apparently, I don't call him 'Potter' any more unless I mean it. I just, I don't want to have feelings for him. For one, I would be constantly slammed with "LILY POTTER!" and "I told you!" But maybe that's just how it works. I don't really know since I never really had a boyfriend before. What? Don't look at me like that. I didn't want to start dating until I was 15, and when I turned 15 I was overloaded with schoolwork. So all in all, I've been single my whole life.

James looked at me oddly as he kept on walking until we got to the floor. We walked silently, discussing party ideas until we reached the famous painting in which you had to tickle a pair fruit. Quite honestly, it was the most obscure thing I have ever encountered before, but hey, no other student has gotten in the kitchens besides the marauders.

The painting opened and James held it open so I could enter first. Many house elves were either still working or just started working. They all eyed me lovingly. I had many trips down here due to all of the night terrors I had been getting so they have all grown a custom to seeing me every other night. As well as James since he almost always came down with me.

"Hello Miss Lily!" They all said at different times, "and Mr Potter!"

We both greeted them. "May I get a hot chocolate please?"

"Most certainly!" They all scrambled around preparing the hot chocolate for myself. It was rather cold down in the kitchens despite the many fire places that were roaring with fire. I looked down to find that I was wearing shorts and my t-shirt I got when I donated blood over the last summer. It sparked up many conversations with those who had never heard such a thing as donating blood. Many thought I only did it so I could practice dark magic. And hey, I went along with it and scared off a few first years!

I looked over to James who was already looking at me. He was wearing long, plaid pajama pants and a fitting white shirt. His hair was more wild than it usually was and his glasses were crooked. I leaned over and fixed his glasses and smiled at him. It was actually nice hanging out with James every now and then. It was a relief if I have to be honest. We still fight of course but other than that, things have been quiet. He opened his mouth as if he were going to say something but quickly shut his mouth and swallowed whatever words he was going to say. He looked sad about it, but smiled back at me.

Within a few more minutes, my hot chocolate was placed in my hands and I leaned against the wall and inhaled the sweet scent. After a few seconds of pure smelling goodness, I decided to take a sip of the chocolate. BIG MISTAKE. I forgot about the hot in 'hot chocolate' and basically burnt my tongue as the hot liquid landed on my tongue. "SHHHHHHHHI-" I started as I quickly closed my mouth and saw James cracking up in the corner.

"You okay there, red?" He asked still crackling in laughter.

I glared at him and started to blow on the drink which made it cool down. I took many more sips when I realized that the drink was already gone and my tiredness was overcoming me once more. You know when people get tired, they usually just stumble around? Well with me, I was cursed and I become loopy when I'm tired.

I set the drink down and my eyes started to flutter close. I felt James rush over to me and catch me before I fell on the ground.

"Okay there, sleepy. Time for bed, yeah?"

I sleepily nodded my head and looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back and put his arm around me trying to balance me. But my feet wouldn't cooperate and I kept tripping over my feet.

"Alright that's it." He picked me up and held me like the grooms did after they married their wives. We somehow successfully got out of the kitchens and I wrapped my arms around James and put my head on his shoulder.

Incase you have never smelled one before, boys smell either one of two of these options: Smelly or heavenly. There is no in between. Let me tell you what, James smelt heavenly. I guess it was hormones taking over because I couldn't help but hug James tighter and put my nose in the crook of his neck. I felt the vibrations of him humming, which he tends to do a lot of now-a-days, and I felt his the muscles in his face tighten as he smiled. A few moments later, I felt him walking up the stairs, which rudely interrupted my time for sleep in a boy's arms.

"Hippogriff" James said quietly. I heard the familiar squeaking of the portrait hole opening. The great warmth of the fire returned and I felt the softness of the couch on my body. A soft blanket was put on me and I felt warm lips press against my cheek. I heard the sound of the old love seat being sat in.

"James?" I mumbled sleepily.

"Yes?" he replied.

"Please don't leave." I muttered to him, remembering the night terror once again.

His hand grasped my own and I heard his soothing voice mumble back, "I would never." For the rest of the night, I fell asleep to the sound of James humming and tracing invisible, mini circles on the palm of my hand.