Hi all! I'm back! This chapter does not have that much in Lily's point of view; her character does not do much until Hogwarts starts up again. I may give characters other than Harry and Lily a point of view for certain parts- not sure yet. There is also going to be some third- person narrative. Thanks to you two wonderful people who reviewed –though I do wish more people had done so- and, as one of you was not signed in, I'll write my replies here;

AlisSilly- Thanks for your support, and no, I am not making Hermione evil, it was supposed to just be a coincidence that Lily said the name Hermione was an unusual one. Lily has absolutely no idea of who Hermione is.

Ward- Thank you, too. Now for your concerns… in this chapter you will get a shot of how Harry really feels. As for the grammar, punctuation, and spelling, Microsoft Word does not know the Harry Potter terms; I thought Gryffindor was spelled Griffindore, and once I checked in the book, Word was being annoying and I could not find all of the places that needed changes. The typos in the beginning are because I added that part after I put it on fanfiction and there is no spell check so I did not notice. Hopefully, you will like this chapter better.

Disclaimer: let's see... 'Dis'; prefix, meaning to the negative. 'Claim'; meaning to demand something officially that somebody has a right to or owns. 'Er'; suffix, meaning somebody who does something. Thus, I do not claim this to be my own... it is JK Rowling's - except for the plot, and Lily, and anybody else I happen to come up with.

Here goes;

"Why me?" the robed boy asked, wand out, stepping forwards. "why did you pick my life to ruin?"

The other dark-clad figure smiled cruelly. "Why, who else was there to pick? I could have chosen Longbottom, but something drew me towards you. Perhaps it was the fact that you were half-blood, so I hated you more. Perhaps it was that there was such obvious love between you and your parents that I wanted to destroy it. Whatever the reason, it is your life that I chose to ruin and your life that I will end today" the man's haunting voice was high, evil, and familiar. His words hung in the air like mist, until the boy's voice blew them away.

"Well you didn't destroy my love for my parents, I can still love! And it won't be my life that ends today! It will be yours!" The boy's eyes narrowed, a look of pure hatred for the man- no, Voldemort wasn't human enough to be a man- who had made his life a living hell etched plainly across his face. He stepped forwards again, raising his wand higher. He opened his mouth to shout a deadly curse…

Lily's eyes flew open. She lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, sweating, shaking. That damn dream again! I hate it! I HATE it! Lying there lifeless, too scared to move, or to speak. Over and over again, every night! Waking up, fearing for his life. And that's the worst part! Whose damn life am I afraid for! It should be my lords, but I don't know if it is or isn't! She had had the same dream every night for the past three weeks, and it was driving her insane!

She shook her head as if to clear off a fly and stood up, staring out the dark window, thinking… I wonder what my brother is doing now…

(Harry's POV)

As it was, Harry was standing at a window staring out into the night, just like Lily. He too was distressed. He thought he had hidden it well throughout the day, but it had been hard. It was hard when Ginny opened the door to let them it, hard when he had seen the picture of Dumbledore Mrs. Weasley had hung in the new living room as a memorial, and hard when they had all sit down at the table for a feast, with everyone laughing and talking as if Dumbledore had still been alive, as if Sirius had never fallen into that veil, as if everybody Harry loved was not destroyed… they never realized that, by laughing and talking with him, they were endangering themselves. It had been hard, and he had only been able to hold himself together because people had given him other things to think about, other things to do.

But now, going over everything that had happened in the course of the day, he couldn't hold himself back. He let out a sob, quickly trying to stifle it with his fist, but the heart wrenching moan could not be muffled. Grabbing a small, leather bound book he raced out the door to his bedroom and down the steps, taking every flight of stairs at a sprint, flying out of the house. He didn't stop until he reached the old tree at the edge of the lake (A/N: I don't know if there really is a pond/lake/thing at the burrow, but lots of people think there should be, and I agree) where he threw himself down on the ground and cried into the long, soft grass.

After a while, he sat up, lit his wand and began looking through the leather bound book. It was a photo album. The one Hagrid had given him in his first year. Since then, he had added pictures of himself, Ron and Hermione together, as well as one of the whole Weasley family, quite a few of him and Ginny, a couple of Ron and Hermione without him, as well as a few with only one of them in it. He had also added three of just Ginny, a few of other friends from school. There was even a photo or two or Sirius, and the last place in the book was occupied by a picture of Dumbledore.

As he flipped through the book, he remembered all the wonderful times he had had and all of the people he had had those times with. He thought about how Voldemort had taken it all away from him, and he wiped back his tears. He stood up, staring out into the lake. The sunrise would be coming soon, and if he wanted to be in shape to find horcruxes and kill Voldemort, he had better get his sleep.

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Well? How was it? REVIEW PLEASE! I know it was really short but it just seemed like the right time to end the chapter! Pleasepleaseplease review!

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