Author's Note: Title credit goes to Muse, characters to JK Rowling, and story to me. Hope you enjoy :)

Unidentified Location- Day 1

Lily's first few seconds of consciousness are spent pragmatically; she simultaneously reaches for her wand in her pocket, feels her head as a rush of pressure hits, and searches around the room for some sort of hint of where she is. However, she is soon deterred. Her wand is not in the trusty pocket that she always keeps it in, usually kept hidden by the shapeless robes that she dons for school. Lost, she finds she is not even wearing her Hogwarts uniform, but instead a thin, papery gown, similar to one she would put on in the doctor's office back in Cokesworth. She becomes even more confused as she fingers a giant lump on the back of her head and finds that she cannot sit up because she is literally bound there by ropes that confine her to the cot she is laying on.

She twists her head back and forth, still unsure of her whereabouts. The room is white and looks nothing like the Hospital Wing that she is so accustomed to, she notes.

What is the last thing I remember? she asks herself, a fun game she likes to play when she doesn't fucking remember anything. Her mind is a blank abyss. It's not even like when she doesn't remember what she ate for breakfast or the last time she wrote to her parents. No, it's like there's nothing there. Nothing at all. Odd.

But Lily's usually pretty good with these kind of situations so she starts with the clues she's given. She has a bump on the back of her head. That means that she must have gotten hit pretty hard at some point.

It could have happened when she:

a) fell down

b) was hit on the head or

c) something else that she can't possibly fathom.

Her lack of inspiration doesn't really help her at all. So maybe she fainted or was knocked out but how and by whom? If only she could remember what had been happening. All of the questions are making her head hurt even more. She leans back on the bed and closes her eyes tightly.

Ughh, she groans. She just wants to throw a tantrum and scream and yell, but she can't because she's all tied up and there's no one to yell at, no James to- JAMES. Why the hell hadn't she thought of him before this? Where was he? And why wasn't he HERE? If she was hurt in any way- and given the bump on her head and the hospital-like setting she's in, she is definitely hurt- why isn't he here for her?

Something must be wrong, is a conclusion she comes to almost immediately. He was always there for her, no matter what. And if was not here, wherever here was, then there was something terribly wrong. Sirius nor Remus nor Peter had even come, and she knew that James would always send them if he couldn't make it, like when he sent them to pick her up for his family's Christmas party since he was too busy setting up for it or when he made them check in on her when she came down with the Muggle flu just last month. But now he wasn't here and neither were they and all she can think is no, no, no, no because no one is there for her and the room is empty and she is tied down and there is a bump on her head and a horrible, heavy feeling of dread is coursing throughout her body. And then she is screaming and thrashing and yelling for James or Sirius or Remus or Peter or even fucking Dumbledore or McGonagall or somebody to come and save her from this place.

It is a delayed reaction, but because it is delayed, because she has tried so hard to think it though, because it is not logical at all, it is heightened. She is screaming so loud there are tears streaming down her face, which means that when someone finally walks into the room, everything looked slightly blurry. And when that person walks up to her and shoots something into her arm, her mind quickly becomes as blurry as her vision. Although she tries to hang onto her consciousness, tries to open her eyes long enough and recognize the person who looks vaguely familiar, she just can't. Her last thought upon going under is that James is going to have some explaining to do.