Mia: Hola, habla español? That's French.

Lily: Um... that's... Spanish.

Mia: It's French if I say it is. This is my story.

Lily: And that brings us to our point.

Mia: If you recognize it, it's from an earlier chapter.

Lily: Or...

Mia: Fine. Jo created the Harry Potter world. I'm just... editing.

Lily: That's great. Now I'm sure the person that's reading this is wanting to read story, not A/N.

Mia: OK... thank you for your review, Diddleymaz, and now... (Drum roll)... the story!

Iris' POV

"Welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts," I said cheerfully. "I'm Professor Snape, and, please, Ms. Dagworth, give me that," I held out my hand for the note.

I read it silently, it was just gossiping... about Lily Potter.

"One point from Hufflepuff, and I expect more respect from you. My husband, believe it or not, is very strict about this story of thing, even more so than I. Remember, although I may ask a little more politely, we have the same power."

I stood until all eyes were on me, and I started roll call.

"Very good. I will call each of you up for a review of what you know. Leah Aran?"

One by one, I called them up, and have them perform shield spells, which I find necessary, and minor jinxes. Most were awful, and I found the Ravenclaws generally knew the spell, but it took them a few tries to get it. The Hufflepuffs went at it until they could do it well enough. Lily was very powerful, occasionally too powerful, as her spells would have too much energy behind them, and I had to send a student up to the hospital wing on her shield not just stopping the spell, but pushing forward with a lot of force. I sent her back to her seat with five points for her effort.

Lily POV

I was quite embarrassed when my shield malfunctioned, and Marietta had to bring Cho to the hospital wing. After defence, we had potions, which Professor Snape's husband taught. It's going to be confusing when we're trying to talk about one of them.

I hurried up to the hospital wing, and I started apologising profusely to Cho.

"Lily, it's okay. It was an accident, I know that. Could you take notes for me in potions? Madam Pomfrey wants me to stay here for another hour, to make sure I'm really okay."

I nodded and dashed down to potions, and set up my cauldron carefully. I finished as Professor Snape walked in. He had dark hair, kind of oily, as if he hadn't showered since yesterday. He had a hook nose, and, all in all, I concluded, was the complete opposite of his wife, who was golden blonde, blue-grey eyed, and very pretty.

He gave a ten minute lecture on the beauty of potions, then we began the actual brewing. I accidentally stirred the potion Marietta and I were brewing three times too many, but I quickly added an extra porcupine quill, and that seemed to fix it. In fact, it made it look even better. Professor Snape grudgingly gave me a point, commenting I shared my mother's skill in potions. I blushed, looked down, and wrote down in my potions book to stir three extra times plus another porcupine quill.

I wrote down what I remembered, then copied it neatly for Cho.

A fourth year came in, saying Professor Dumbledore needed me.

I haven't done anything wrong, maybe it's about Cho?

Professor Dumbledore looked at me, a twinkle in his eye. "Lily, please, sit down."

I studied the silver instruments on his desk, fascinated. "What did you need me for, sir?"

"Before your parents died, they set up a special gift for when you started Hogwarts. I was to give them to you when you started." He lifted a case and opened it. It was holding little vials. There was definitely more space than there should have been. "Undetectable Extension charm?" I asked.

He nodded. "These are memories. Your parent's memories."

My mouth fell open. I was finally going to be able to know my parents, in a way. "When... how do I see them?"

"This. It's a pensive, and allows you to view memories in great detail. I, once a week, am going to allow you to use it for an hour or so." he opened a cabinet showing a basin holding a silvery substance that was not exactly liquid or gas.

Tears started welling up in my eyes. "This is wonderful!" I whispered.

"Would you like to start now?" he asked kindly.

I nodded. "Yes, please, sir.

First Memory

There was a small boy, holding a toy broomstick. He looked like Harry, except for the eyes. His eyes looked like Derrin's almost exactly.

"Dad," I whispered.

"Mummy! Look what I got!" he shouted.

A woman with eyes like him and curly, grey streaked, brown hair looked up. "Where did you find that, James?"

"The closet!" he shouted triumphantly.

She sighed. "That was going to be your Christmas present."

"Then you can get me another present," he said matter-of-factly.

She smiled indulgingly at him. "Charlus!" she called. "James got into his Christmas gifts!"

A balding man that looked very much like Dad, only older, a wider nose, and light brown eyes, came into view. "James, what are we to do with you?"

"Play hide and seek!" he shouted excitedly, then ran off. I followed, as he navigated the spacious house with expertise. He climbed to the top of a closet, which had brown, paper-wrapped objects. He crawled down the shelf, curling up into a ball, pulling an old quilt over him. After a few minutes, he grew impatient and stuck his head out, and yelled, "Come and find me!" before covering back up.

A few minutes passed, and his Mum started calling, "James! Iris is coming over with Aunt Theokleia and Uncle Gregor are here! If you want to play with Iris, you have to come now!"

He scrambled down, falling the last meter, and getting back up to his feet.

"Rissy! Aunty 'Kleia! Uncle Greg!" he ran over. The family of three appeared. One, the Aunt, looked suspiciously like Professor Snape, only with completely grey eyes and, if possible, an even narrower nose and face. The Uncle had warm, blue eyes and reddish brown hair. I looked at Iris, and realized her to be Professor Snape. She was about the right age, too.

Iris and James ran outside, James telling her all about his new toy broomstick.

"Please, Jamie? I really want a turn!" she begged, and he finally relented and handed her the broom.

"Whee!" she shouted, flying in circles a few feet above his head. "Thanks! This is so cool!"

"I know! It's my Christmas present!" he told her.

"But isn't Christmas isn't for a long time?" she said, looking puzzled.

"I found it in the closet." he explained.

She nodded sagely. "Mums and Dads always hide presents in closets."

They sat in silence, looking fidgety and bored.

"Let's play Hogwarts!" She shouted.

"I'll be the Griifindor, and you'll be... the Slytherin." he said.

"Okay," she said happily.

He looked annoyed, probably that she didn't blow up at having to be the Slytherin.

"Let's do potions!" she grinned.

"But I don't like potions!" he whined.

"You do when we put sweets in it," she cocked her head to the side.

He perked up. "Every flavor beans?"

"Chocolate frogs. Licorice wands." she grinned, reaching into her backpack and pulling out handful after handful of wizarding sweets.

James ran inside and came back with a small, silver cauldron. "Here! Put it in here!" he shouted.

She nodded, carefully counting out beans and placing them in. "Now stir clockwise 3 times," she said importantly.

He started to stir.

"No! No! The other way!" she shrieked.

He glared and continued.

She continued to tell him directions, then she took out spoons and they started eating the soupy mixture.

Everything rippled, then changed. They all looked a few years older, maybe eight or nine.

It must've been my mother and Iris. The Defense teacher, not the potions master.

They were playing on a swingset, wrapped up in scarves and cloves, happily chattering about Lily's birthday party.

Iris jumped from the swing, landing in a melting pile of snow, slipping, then righting herself with a laugh.

Lily ran to her side, concerned.

"I'm alright!" Iris insisted. "Let's go play that game you like. The one where you kick the ball."

"Football," she reminded her, going over and picking up a checkered, round ball. "And you're not allowed to catch it. Or touch the ball with your hands."

She kicked the ball over, the blond haired girl dodging it.

"No! You're supposed to kick the ball! It won't hurt you!" Lily placed a hand to her forehead.

Iris blushed. "Sorry. I'll get Tuney, and watch you two play."

Lily nodded. "If you're sure you want to watch."

Iris nodded, looking a bit relieved, and ran off, coming back with another blond girl I recognized as Aunt Petunia.

"Bring it on, Lily!" she looked a few years older, her eyes big and blue. She actually looked pretty when she was younger!

Lily kicked the ball expertly, Petunia running, kicking it, and sending the ball into the bushes behind her.

They seemed pretty evenly matched, Lily having natural talent and Petunia having the skill that comes with lots of practice.

Iris fell asleep on the bench, sitting up whenever the ball came close to her.

I watched memory after childhood memory, until I found myself back in Dumbledore's office.

I hugged him. "Thank you, sir!"

He patted my head and told me to hurry down to lunch.

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