A/N: So I started this a really long time ago and I have most of it written, I just never bothered to post it because I was purely writing for my own enjoyment, but its always nice to get some feedback so I thought I'd post it. The faster I get feedback the quicker you get chapters, because I won't post if no one's reading. Okay, and for fans of my other story? Lies Without Consequence? I'm working on it, and I know its been awhile, but I'm really working on it, I just have had a bit of a writers block. If you have any ideas feel completely free to e-mail me also. But not about this story because its pretty much already written, but about my other one.) Thanks and Enjoy : ) -C

Sunlight drifted in from the window, in which the curtains had been pulled away from, and tickled Lily's cheek with warmth. She sighed heavily and rolled over in her bed, desperately trying to stay asleep for just another hour. She hadn't slept well to begin with. Now that she thought on it, she couldn't remember exactly how she had fallen asleep in the first place.

She remembered having the head of house meeting with James and Dumbledore. James was late as per usual, they'd had a much expected and anticipated row, and then James left, she'd been talking to Dumbledore, and then… what?

She couldn't remember at the moment, and she didn't quite care. All she was interested in was the warm, unbelievably comfortable, cloud-like bed that she was currently in. She began to relax again, cursing the sun for being up. She snuggled into the covers and almost began to drift off to sleep again, having no trouble imagining her dormitory around her.

Then she realized with a jolt of surprise that there wasn't a window across from her bed in her head girl dormitory, and that the sun never woke her up in the first place. Marlene always did with her loud chatter, or pouncing on her bed to drag her down to breakfast.

She reluctantly and slowly opened her eyes willing herself not to panic. She was not in the dormitory like she had previously assumed. She was...well she didn't know where she was, but wherever that happened to be… was nice. The bedroom she happened to be sleeping in was decorated very neatly. The sunlight streaming in from the window would've been lovely to wake up to, if Lily had known where she was and why exactly it was she was there.

She stared down at the blanket she had been so blissfully sleeping under only minutes ago and sighed. 'Where the bloody hell am I?' She thought to herself trying desperately to remember anything that would explain why she was in a bedroom that she had never seen before in her life, and why she couldn't remember how she got there.

She got out of bed and as soon as her feet hit the floor she regretted it. A feeling of dread slowly swept through her body as if this was the wrong choice and she shouldn't go any farther. But how was she going to get back to Hogwarts without getting out of this place first? She walked over to a desk that was in the corner of the room, it was a cute and neat desk not at all like the one she had at home, and shared with her sister Petunia.

There was a computer sitting on the desk and there were letters and papers in neat piles sitting next to the computer and quills and ink bottles all beautifully lined up next to blank parchment. She bit her lip and turned away from the workstation to look at the dresser.

The dresser was fairly normal and Lily would've completely disregarded it if it wasn't for the picture she had just noticed. This photograph was not of the moving kind, and it disturbed Lily beyond comprehension. Not just because it wasn't moving, but because it was of her and James Potter. EMBRACING, Looking happy, and well…as if neither had a care in the world, or that either hated the other…like a family.

She turned away from the picture. "Where the bloody hell am I?" she said again, only this time aloud. Then she heard the sweet, soft, cry of a baby. Her breath caught in her throat and she felt as if she might never breathe again. But then like normal, her breath began to flow easily out of her lungs.

The crying continued and Lily felt as if she was going to start crying. She had to get out of here…but she felt this odd obligation to go and tend to the baby even though she had no idea who the baby belonged to. She left the bedroom that she was so comfortable in and ventured into the hallway.

There was a room directly across from the one she had just come out of and the crying instantly got louder as she made her way towards it. She placed her hand on the doorknob, took a deep breath, and opened the door. As she opened it and looked around, she couldn't help but smile. It was the perfect definition of a baby room.

The room was painted blue and had clouds that actually moved very slowly around the room. There was a small toy box in the corner flooded with toys… and the crib…it had to be elf-made, it was absolutely beautiful. The baby inside of it was screaming at the top of its lungs, and Lily had no clue what to do.

"Okay…baby…" she said "Um…what do you want?" as if he was going to answer. She frowned "Okay….sorry If I do this wrong…" she picked him up and held him, rocking him slightly. As soon as she had picked him up the baby instantly stopped crying. She smiled to herself as the baby's eyes began to droop, as if it was going back to sleep…those startling green eyes that only she had, the ones she had only ever seen in the mirror. This child had to be an Evans. There was no other explanation. She smiled as he fell back asleep, and she placed the baby back in its crib.

Lily made her way back to the bedroom that she had been in earlier that day, and decided that she wasn't getting out of here anytime soon, so she went into the dresser and tried to find some clothes to change into. She found something that looked about her size and changed out of the nightgown that she'd woken up in.

Once she'd changed, she didn't know what else to do and she would've gone in search of a fireplace if not for the voice she heard. The voice that haunted her every single day of her existence, James Potters voice could distinctly be heard saying "Lily!" as if he was worried about her where-abouts, Lily froze on the spot not daring to move, 'No! James Potter can't possibly be a part of this too!' She was determined to stay frozen until that oh so annoying and penetrating voice ceased, and she was back in that cloud-like bed, no sun to interrupt her sleep.