She was poking her food, not really eating it. She had heard Hugo talking about that "Riddle kid" again, and everytime that name was mentioned, she felt like someone just hit her with a bludger. She felt sick and for some reason, the skin on her forhead was burning extrememly bad. "Lil?" She glanced up and saw her father coming to site beside her. "Rosie said you were acting weird. Are you ok?"

Could she ask him? Everyone had been pretty quiet about her father's past. Yes, she knew that her grandparents were killed by Voldemort and that Harry killed Voldemort. She knew basically what he went thru a little, but not much. And she was getting the feeling that this Riddle kid had something to do with Voldemort. She could ask Snape...no, he never keeps a secret. Neither does Dumbledore.

"I'm fine." She managed to say, surprising herself that the even had a voice. She glanced back up at her father who was staring at her with a funny expression on his face. Her eyes wandered off to the huge clump of her family watching the fireworks. James, Albus, Hugo and Rose quickly turned when they saw her looking at them. She rolled her eyes as she absentmindedly rubbed her forhead. Her father watched her do that with that same expression on his face and asked, "Why did you just do that?"

When Lily's eyes met her fathers, she just stared at him. His expression turned into a smile as he said, "Well, I'll leave you." He got up from his seat across from her and walked over and brought her into his arms. Rather tightly, as if he was...well, scared. "If you need me, come find me, arlight?" She nodded, and he leaned down and kissed her softly before going back over to the crowd.

"Riddle?" She whispered to herself as she poked the piece of cake her grandma had made. She looked down at the napkin that she had written down the two Riddle kids names after she asked Hugo, so she could look them up in the yearbook later. Though she thought he said that only Tom was in school. Marvolo was beginning his first year this year. Tom and Marvolo Riddle. She was just playing around with their names, not caring about the firework show George was putting on.

Moto Fit Larv Didde

She took her pen and began shuffling the words around. She didn't know what told her to do that, she just was doing it. What connection did he have with Voldemort? She knew there was one, or she wouldn't have reacted this way. But why hadn't her brothers reacted the same way she had?

Tomi Malo Del Rovdr

Her forhead started itching again, and she took a hand and rubbed it before turning back to the letters. She stared at them for a minute, before she picked up her pen and wrote:

I

Could she ask her father? No. She couldn't ask her mother either. Snape and Dumbledore were out of the question. While Snape may tell, she knew that Dumbledore spoke in riddles.

Am

Even thinking the word 'riddles' made her feel sick. Maybe her Uncle Ron would tell her. Aunt Hermione would freak out, more than likely and tell her parents. Ron may not. Who is she kidding? Of course he would.

Lord

George may know. And as he said the day previous, she was his favorite out of his nieces and nephews. She knew that his twin was killed in the war and she also knew that that uncle wouldn't tell anyone. But he may not even tell her.

Voldemort

She groaned as she tossed the pen aside and was about to crumble up the napkin. That was, until she looked down at the words she had been absentmindedly writing down as she got lost in her thoughts. "I am Lord Voldemort." She whispered. Her green eyes got wide as she let out a scream before ripping the napkin up. Harry whirled around to look at her, and when he saw the look on her face, he ran back over to her.

"Lily?" He asked in a worried voice. He placed his hand over her forhead to see if she had a fever. When he did that, it made her skin burn like crazy, and she screamed again, pushing his hand away from her. She had never seen her father look quite like that. And she knew that she never wanted to ever again. Soon, Ron, Hermione, her cousins and grandparents and her mother were crowded around her. She closed her eyes as another pain shot thru her head, Not thinking, she put her hand to her forhead causing Ginny and Hermione to gasp.

"Lil, what's wrong?" Harry asked her, kneeling down beside her. She shook her head rapidly, but instantly regretted it as it made the pain get worse. She let out another cry as it got to the point of almost being unbearable. Harry pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her. It didn't help her at all when she felt him shaking. Her dad was never scared, or at least never showed it.

She had gone to bed early. On her father's orders of course. Her mother was about too confused to say anything. She looked over at the bed that her father put beside hers to see Rosie fast asleep. Glancing at the clock, it read 1 in the morning. Sighing, she tried to close her eyes and get some sleep. But when it feels like a razor is cutting thru your forhead, it's hard to do so.

"She kept holding her forhead, Hermione. What the hell does that remind you of?" Her eyes popped open at the sound of her father's cleary distressed voice. She listened, but didn't hear anyone respond. She heard her father give out a long sigh, accompanied by a soft thud letting Lily know that he had just collapsed on to his chair.

"Why wouldn't the boys have shown any-" Hermione paused for a moment. Either she didn't know what to say, she didn't want to say it, or Harry was giving her one of those looks. The answer came soon enough. "Harry, don't look at me like that. I'm just saying that it's werid she's the only one of your children that's acting like this-"

"Unless there is another prophecy." Silence accompanied Ron's statement. "What? There could be."

Another sigh, "I don't know. I mean-" Harry stopped for a minute and said, "-I killed him. You saw me! I killed Voldemort!" Lily glanced beside her to see Rosie was now awake, apparently woken up by Harry's loud voice. Rosie glanced over at Lily, unsure of what to say. "What's happening?"

There was another silence. Apparently, like Rosie, no one knew what to say. Finally, another voice chimed in (one she recognized as belonging to her grandfather), "I did hear Hugo talking about a child named Riddle-" Lily winced as another pain shot thru her head. Rosie looked over at her, a worried expression playing out on her face. "-I didn't make the connection. I just thought..."

"Maybe we shouldn't send her back to Hogwarts, Ginny." Harry said after he was being silent for a minute. Her mother said something to Harry that Lily couldn't make out. But she knew that it was a disapproving tone. "Gin, I could quit my job and home school her-"

"Harry, that's ridiculous!" Hermione cried. Apparently she was closer to the door. "She's a Potter. It may just be a reaction to the name or something! Voldemort didn't have any children did he-" Another pain shot thru her head at hearing his name. "-well, it may just be a common name-"

"A common name?" Harry said with a bitter laugh. "Look what I found-" Lily closed her eyes. She knew that he had found that napkin crumbled up and used his want to put it back together. "Tom and Marvolo Riddle. And you're saying that's a common name?"

Hermione didn't answer as she heard someone start walking around. "Look what she wrote under it. I've never told her, and you all promised not to tell her. Look! I am Lord Voldemort. She knows! She knows-" Harry trailed off and the soft thud, letting Lily know that he had sat back down. They were silent for a moment, before she recognized another voice, "Harry. I do think that it is unwise to not send a witch as brilliant as Lily is back to Hogwarts. When I leave, I will go inform Minerva what you have just told us." She knew that it was Dumbledore. They had another frame like the one in the Headmaster's office hanging in the living room.

Two, actually. One for Dumbledore and one for Snape. Just like the smaller ones in Lily's room. "We'll make sure that security is more tight this year. But Harry, I must say-" Dumbledore paused for a moment, before saying, "-I think that what you're saying about Lord Voldemort returning, that is a little absurd. He can't come back. You killed him, Harry. He can't come back-" Dumbledore's voice was calm and gentle. After another long silence, Dumbledore said in a quieter voice, "I'll go inform her now."

"What have I done to her?" Harry whispered, probably just to himself.

"You didn't do anything to her, mate." Ron said. She could picture her uncle shaking his head. "This isn't your fault." They were silenting, letting Lily know that the conversation was over. Rosie got off of her bed and walked over to Lily who was now sitting up in hers.

"Lil?" She asked, putting a hand on her shoulder. Lily just shook her head. She could feel the tears coming out of her eyes, and soon, she felt Rosie's arms pull her to her exactly like her father had done hours before. "You'll be fine, Lil. We're in this together."

"I want you to write me if anything goes-" Harry paused, trying to find the right words to say to her. "-you come home if you need, erm, if you want to, alright? Don't feel like you can't." It might have just been Lily's imagination, but she could have sworn that her father's scar was more noticable than ever at that moment.

"Dad, I'll be fine." She said, trying to give him a reassuring smile as the conductor gave their last warning to board the train. Harry rolled his green eyes at that, and then turned back to his only daughter, "Be careful, love."

"Dad-"

"-and don't do anything stupid-"

"-Dad-"

"-or anything that I wouldn't have done." He paused at that sentence and made a face before saying, "Don't even listen to what I just said. Just be good, alright? Do you have your picture frames-"

"Yes, Dad."

"And your-"

"Dad. Daddy, I'm fine. I'm 15 not 11." He smiled at that thought, remembering that little girl that was whining about wanting to go to Hogwarts when they were dropping Albus off for his first year. Now he looked at the young witch in front of him, barely recognizing her as that same little girl. She had looked so much like Ginny then. Now-

He wasn't so sure. He was almost scared to look at her, because the more he looked at her, the more he saw himself. It started worrying him just a few years ago when her brown eyes turned a piercing green. Up until then, only Albus had green eyes. She no longer resembled a Weasley, but resembled the Boy-Who-Lived. As he stood there and looked at her, he saw a small red spot on her forhead where she had been rubbing it. Though hers was perfect and unscarred like his own, it still worried him. "Is you head alright-"

"Dad."

"What? Can't I be worried about my only daughter? Come here." She smiled as she jumped into his arms. He laughed as he kissed her cheek and said as he held on to her, "Be careful. I don't know what I'd do if-" He broke off, causing her to pull back and stare at him. He just smiled at at her and said, "Just be careful." He leaned down and kissed her, before saying, "I love you."

"I love you too, Daddy." She said, hugging him once more as the conductor was now screaming. She groaned and pulled back from him, her prefect badge glistening in the sun. He smiled remembering how upset Hermione was when Rosie wasn't name prefect considering both she and Ron had been. She ran up and hugged her mother, before grabbing her bags and following the rest of them to the train.

Ginny came to stand beside Harry, taking his hand, and said, "She'll be alright."

He touched the scar on his head and said, "I know she will." Though inside, he was doubting it...

"Did you see him?" Rosie and Leena Longbottom were pressing Lily against the door to their comparment. They couldn't see him, since all of the girls were crowded around him. Katie Chang made a disapproving sound from behind them. She never knew her father, and she looked just like her mother Cho. She tossed her silky black hair back and said, "Why fawn over some-"

"-extremely gorgeous and buff Qudditch player?" Rosie asked, sending a smirk back at Katie. Katie stared at her for a moment, before sighing and giving in. She ran over to the door they were pressing Lily against to look out the window as Hanson walked by. "There!"

"Where?"

"I can't see-AH!" Someone had opened the door, sending all four girls falling on to the ground. A chucke escaped the door opener's lips as a hand reached down for Lily's. He pulled her up to her feet, ignoring Rosie's mumbled of, "Thanks.", and said, "Lily Potter." For the first time, she looked up into his face to see Scorpius smiling down at her. "I leave you for a few minutes, and look what happens." She felt a blush creep across her face as he said that.

Her gaze fell on Hanson Krum who had just appeared beside Scorpius. She saw Scorp's face fall a bit when Krum said, "Ah, Miss Potter, I assume?" Hanson took her hand and gave it a kiss, causing all of the girls that had been surrounding him to give Lily a death glare. "It is a pleasure to meet you. I have heard so much about you-" He broke off to look at Scorp who had a different gleam in his eyes. "Vell, who are you?" Not waiting for an answer from Scorp, Hanson turned back to Lily and said, "I hope to see you again." He gave her hand another lingering kiss before winking at her, and walking off. With his fan club following behind him of course.

"Tell me that did not just happen." Katie sighed, now gazing off at Hanson as he walked off. After a moment of staring at her hand, Lily looked back up at Scorp and said, "Did you need to tell me somthing?"

"Yes." He said, changing the look on his face. "We're wanted in the prefect compartment." It was at that time Lily saw his prefect badge shining next to his Slytherin tie. She smiled back up at him, and said to the girls, "I'll see you later." And followed him down the train. The girls she left behind shrugged and followed Hanson.

After McGonagall had given the prefects their orders, and the others had walked out, Scorpius closed the compartment's door before Lily could get out. It startled her, and she just looked up at him. He shrugged and said, locking it, "I thought we could just talk."

"Talk?" She asked, but sat down anyway. He was so handsome. It was hard to believe she was fawning over Hanson moments ago, when Scorpius was just...gorgeous.

He pushed a strand of his long, blonde hair out of his piercing blue eyes and said, "You've been acting different lately." She groaned and looked out over the hill. She could see Hogwarts getting closer, and she could feel the excitement inside her as she turned back to Scorp and said, "You're starting to sound like my dad."

"I certainly hope not." He said with a smile, leaning closer to her. He just stared at her for a minute, before opening his mouth. She never got a chance to hear what he said though...

"Lily! Take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!" Lily would have thought that that man was her father had he not said for her grandmother to take Harry.

Lily raised her wand to her grandfather, and yelled, "Avada Kedavra!" The green light filled the room, and soon enough, her grandfather fell to the floor, dead. She could hear her grandmother screaming from upstairs. And soon, Lily found herself face to face with her gradnmother.

She shielded the baby version of Harry with her arms as she yelled, "No! Not Harry. Please not Harry!"

"Stand aside." Lily hissed at her as she raised her wand.

"NO! Please not Harry! Please take me instead. Please-"

"This is my last warning. STAND ASIDE!" Lily yelled, causing her grandmother to scream out as tears streamed from her face, "PLease! Not Harry! I'll do anything. Just please-"

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

"Lily?" She heard Scorp yell. "LILY!! PROFESSOR! COME QUICK!" She heard footsteps running to the compartment as Scorp whispered in a worried voice, "Come on, Lily! Open your eyes. Lily please!"

And that wasthe last thing before she slipped into darkness.

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