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Author's note: Nupur has told me that I did some mistakes, so I fixed it. Thank you Nupur ! I owe you :D

Wait. What's happening ? This must be a dream. A terrible dream. No way this is real the way I think it is. I must be mistaken. I must be blind. Or mental. Or ill. Am I drunk ?

"What ? Who... who are you ?" I manage to stutter.

"You should know. You know it. But you're scared to admit it."

"I'm not scared ...!!! I..." Again lost of words.

She laughed. "Of course not ! You wouldn't be in Gryffindor, hm ?"

I've got to sit down. That person who's sitting on my bed looks similarly to one person I know. Very similarly. Shockingly similarly. She has auburn hair a little shorter than me, fair complexion like me, only with less freckles. Probably also the same height as me. But her figure is more...feminine. You know, she has curves on right places. But one thing is exactly the same like mine. Almond-shaped eyes. Green like algae. Somebody in third year told me that. I hexed him. Of course nobody knows it except of my friends. I wouldn't be Headgirl ! But maybe yes, if Potter is, and he has more detention records than all Gryffindors all together. Maybe even plus Hufflepuffs. But it was prat.

"Then ...you're...me ?"

"Yep," she nods.

"But older..." I say, thinking.

"Yep. I knew I was smart."

"How old are you, ehm me, or...whatever ?" I ask. Who wouldn't be confused ?

"Nineteen. Exactly two years older."

"Wha ? What do you mean 'exactly' ?"

Older myself grins.

"Exactly. It is used to emphasise that something is correct in every way or detail. Synonyms are precisely, literally..." she says patiently like explaining to five years old.

"I KNOW what it means !" I cut her off. What does she think ? "I only..."

"Then why you were asking ?" she cuts me back. What the ...? Where are her manners ? I know it's little unusual to be angry at myself but I've learnt nothing is ordinary in my life. Starting with being a witch, then having a sister who loathes you because she's just jealous, and having a stalker who knows even the size of my knickers. OK, maybe the last one is in past tense, Potter had a 'stalkerish' phase in fifth year, but whatever.

"Don't frown, I'll have more wrinkles."

I frown even more. I don't care whether it is appropriate for seventeen year old girl, soon to be a woman.

"And don't act like five year old brat."

"I don't care !" I reply not-so-much-intelligently but she's already stood up and grabs my photo on my desk with me, Mary, and Alice.

"Oooch ! I almost forgot. You know, I've lost this one," she sighs and puts it back.

I'm staring at her with eyes wide open. I still don't believe it. I'm watching her like Black when looking at food. Oh, alright not so great comparison. But I can't think of anything else. Don't ask why I think of Marauders even at situation like this. They follow me everywhere. Even in my dreams. No, not like that. Not now. Mostly about their pranks. Back to her. She may look similarly to me but I don't know, what if she's some sort of disguised Death Eater.

She suddenly turns to me and says : "I'm not a Death Eater." Can you please tell me what is this ? Who is she, a Legilimens ?

Before I can reply, she retorts: "And neither a Legilimens." What ?

"What ? So how did you ...?"

"Call it sixth sense, " she says with a slight smile.

I still look like I don't believe her because she continues: "I understand you, but you must believe me. You can ask anything if you want." She's looking at me straight in the eye, with a pleading look. Maybe she's sincere after all. But I must be careful. Especially muggleborns.

"Right. What's my patronus like ?"

"Doe."

"What did I discover in fifth year about Marauders ?"

"Remus is a werewolf."

"Yes, how did I discover it ?"

"You suspected him for months and you simply asked him. Poor boy."

"I had to ! And besides that was you too !"

"So you trust me ?"

"Not entirely."

"Maybe this'll do. You had a huge crush on Potter in forth year when you were sitting together in Transfiguration." she says like nothing.

I look at her, terrified. How in hell did she know that ? I'm speechless. Nobody knows that. I've never told anybody. I almost forgot. I tried to forget. This belongs to my worst memories ever. Right next to the memory how I fell down when I was attempting to fly. Prat Potter laughed like no tomorrow.

"He didn't show any signs of insensibility, He always said 'sorry', he wasn't such a prat ..."

"like when he was among his friends. But then it ended and began to being a show off and hexing innocent students on the corridors." I finish her.

She smiles. "Yes, he always ruffled his hair only to impress me." she remembers with starry look. I don't like this look. I wear that look when I remember of my first kiss or holidays. Simply, pleasant things. Does an older me remember of these dark times when Potter doesn't give me a rest with pleasure ?

Before I can ask anything I hear my mum as she wants to open the door to my room.

"Lily ? Is everything alright ?" she asks in muffled voice.

"Ehm, yes mum ! " I shout as I quickly shove Older Lily into the wardrobe and silently praying I really sound alright.
She opens the door right after I close the wardrobe. Thank God.

"Lily, you should get up right now ! Has your letter arrived yet ?"
The letter. Now it is the last thing on my mind.

"Yes. I'm Headgirl !" I tell her not so happily as much as I try. I'm not so great actor. Especially in front of my mum.

"That's great ! We'll have to celebrate it ! Ehm, are you feeling OK ?" she asks suspiciously.

"Yes ! I... I mean, why wouldn't I ?" I stutter. That was brilliant. Now she'll enquire even more.

"Really ?" she enquires as I predicted. And also goes to the wardrobe. I must act. Now.

"What are you doing ?" I ask casually.

"I'm putting your clean clothes into..."

"I'll do it !" I cut and grabs the clothes. "Now you can go, mum. I have to change."

"You sure ?" she asks as she goes out of my room.

"Of course !" I say and shut the door. Then I come to the wardrobe and open it.

"That was close."

"No, it wasn't. I am a witch, you know," she replies and shows me her wand.

"Whatever."

A/N: So that was second chapter. Hope you like it. If yes, tell me. If not, tell me. Please. :D