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Forever and Always Yours

Chapter Four

"Really Lillian, I thought you were the sensible type. You used to say that you didn't believe in this prophetic garbage. Why the sudden urge to see another one of your 'frauds'?" I gave her a look and Alice/Anne wisely kept her mouth shut for the rest of the carriage ride. The Grand theatre in London was once, the biggest vaudeville like theatre in all of Britain. However, the invention of movies and such came and it became merely a storage house and later on in World War I, a makeshift hospital until a fire during 1918 burnt it down.

I knew this of course from History of Magic at Hogwarts, although I don't know how I manage to stay awake all the time in Professor Binns' class. I guess after you hear Potter asking you out a couple million times, anything else starts to sound interesting. The entrance to the hall was decorated with muggle magnificence (I say muggle because magic would've made it more enchanting). A soft red carpet invitingly drew the guests into the polished marble hall. Statues were carved to perfection of the great Greek gods and goddesses. A big chandelier was hung from the high ceiling, each crystal catching the flame of a candle and sent it off in a brilliant array of light.

"Something tells me we shouldn't have come." Anne/Alice whispered. To my misfortune, she was right. All the other guests were staring at me directly and whispering in each other's ears. I frowned. What's going on? "Oh there you are Lillian darling." It was Narcissa Black, a fifth year Slytherin from my time. Her white blond hair was swooped up into an elegant chiffon and her periwinkle blue dress tried to lessen the cold blueness of her eyes with no avail. She, along with many other girls lusted after James, no matter that he was a Gryffindor and a 'traitor' to purebloods. She had to be in my other lifetimes too. I shook my head mentally. "My, don't you look flushed this night. One might think you had enjoyed your time in bed with your husband, but in your case, you're still a virgin. Ha ha!" And the rest of the people laughed with her.

I frowned even more. "What do you mean?" She sneered, her red rouged lips widening to make her look like a blood satisfied vampire. "I mean, that the whole ton knows how James Peterson can't even make love to his wife." She cackled along with the whole world. "He told everyone in a drunken haze at the Leprechaun's Pot. I always knew you were too vile for the likes of us royals. Figures, your father stole his title from his half brother after proving that he wasn't a bastard in court." She said the last sentence in disgust and right then, I felt like punching that ugly stuck up nose of hers.

My anger got the better of me, for right then, the big chandelier fell and would've crashed on Narcissa (or whoever she is in this lifetime) if it weren't for another white blond male to grab her away. "She – she- she did it I tell you. Leonard, I tell you it's her!" I looked to see who she was hysterically telling this to, although I sort of had a feeling anyway..

"Calm down now, Narissa. I think you've had enough excitement for today." Lucius/Leonard Malfoy soothed her. I rolled my eyes, tired of all the drama. "My sister needs to calm herself. She is a delicate lady. If you'll excuse us…" He held her hand and supported her out of the theatre but not before uttering a rude word to me. Narcissa is his sister??? Well, I shouldn't be surprised. They are almost cousins in the other lifetime anyway. What would be more unsuitable is if they got married. Yech!

"Lillian, I think we should leave." Anne murmured. "Don't worry about Narissa. She's just a hateful squib. You know how she wanted James since you married him. Bloody girl thinks she can buy anything with her money. And that brother of hers is no better. Word has it that he uses magic to help the pirates steal and keeps half the booty himself, but no one can prove it because he's so rich and well titled." I wasn't surprised to hear that both Narcissa and Lucius were still the same as they were before, but Narcissa – a squib? She tried to influence one of her aunts to open a campaign in favour of killing all squibs at birth.

"Let's go, we'll see Heinrich Schliemann another time. Now –"

"NO! I must see him now! You don't understand, it's very urgent. I –" "Lillian!" She looked at me. Her brown eyes pleaded, her round face as sweet as ever, but I wouldn't budge. "Anne, if you want to go, you are welcome to. This is something I must do. It…it'll save mine and James' marriage." Her eyes lit up with hope to that and I felt a squeeze in my heart. Forgive me…

She merely nodded and followed me in for the show. During his opening performance, he did a lot of things I've seen Professor Trelawney do. He predicted deaths, read a couple of minds and he also did a bit of "magic". While the crowd gave a standing ovation, I slipped through the back door with Anne to Heinrich Schliemann's dressing room. Strangely, the door lay open. "I knew you would be coming Lily Evans." The man said with his back to us standing in front of the mirror.

I was stunned. "Who's he talking to Lillian? Surely not you, you're Lillian Peterson." Heinrich Schliemann turned. "We must never trust our eyes, for they deceive us all the time. Would you kindly leave us for a moment?" Anne looked uncertain. "I assure you that no harm on her already ravaged reputation will come." He smiled. Anne gave one last look and closed the door behind her.

The clairvoyant took out his wand and put a charm on the room. "So no one hears us." He smiled again. Heinrich Schliemann was a tall man, around the age of forty, built with a handsome brown beard and kind watery blue eyes. My guess was that this was one of Professor Trelawney's ancestors. "I suspect that my great granddaughter sent you to see me. How is Cassandra?" I was even more taken back to find that he not only knew I was coming, but he keeps in contact with his own great granddaughter! He smiled even wider, as if he knew what I was thinking. "If you knew that she sent me, then why didn't you come and find me?" He shrugged. "It's not my place to alter destiny."

I was getting tired of all this nonsense about fate and reincarnations. He gestured to a chair for me to sit on. Thanking him, I sat down and took a breath. "Look, I made a mistake. I was trying to find out why I was so unhappy. Now, I've learned my lesson and I wish to go back home." It took all my strength to keep myself from whining. He stared at me. "You haven't learned your lesson. You still don't understand why you're so unhappy."

"Then YOU tell me why!" I yelled, annoyed at all the riddle talk. "Tell me, how are your relationship with other men?" I frowned. "That's getting a bit too personal isn't it not?"

"It's necessary." He said still staring. I thought. "Not very good. In fact, I can't seem to feel anything for them." He nodded.

"Right. Now describe your relationship with…your husband." An instant flame of hatred lit up. I told him everything. How I couldn't stand him. How he got in the way of the plan I had for my life. I let the other soul of Lillian let out some of her anger too. "Except I want him. Physically, I crave for him." I said the last bit with an ashamed face. "It's nothing to be ashamed about. You love him."

I burst out laughing. "I love JAMES? Are you jesting? Maybe – "

"Maybe you should think about how the others make you feel. Nothing. You're compliant and cool as a cucumber with them." (A/N Dunno if they ever had that slogan back then) I give up. "Yes!" I cried. "Yes, oh please tell me how to undo this!" I grabbed his shirt collar, tears dripping down my cheeks. Heinrich soothed me, calming me and handed me a cup of tea. "Now listen to what I have to say. As you can see, some of us have many lifetimes. Your sister-in-law and yourself have them too. It's so that we could correct ourselves from the last lifetime. It seems that both you and James did something during another lifetime. NOT this one. So you'll have to go back and fix it."

I sniffed. "But how?" "I'm not sure, but I suspect that you 'cursed' each other." I was even more confused. "Cursed? Is that why he can't…" "Perform in bed with you?" I blushed. "Hey! You're not suppose to say it out loud! I thought this was Edwardian England. You know, all proper and everything?" He rolled his eyes. Whatever be the case, but something the both of you did back then angered the other, which resulted in a VERY strong curse. You have to go back to that lifetime and undo it. Hurry, because in two days, you and James will both die!" It was a lot of information for one girl to handle.

"Die? But – but how?" It was the first time I saw him look unsettled and worried. "I don't know, but whatever you do, it must be now!" Blankly I stared at him for moments and thought about how he said that I loved James. Although I still wouldn't believe him, I managed to 'remember' how nice he was to Lillian before their wedding and how he tried to shower her with gifts and such and how cold she had acted. Even if I didn't love him, I considered Lillian's actions quite unfair. "Alright then. What do we do?"

Heinrich smiled. "Close your eyes and concentrate on the last previous feeling you had…" This time, it was lust for James and my body quaked, wanting to be touched as if my soul wanted to join back together with another one. Again, I felt myself going back in time in a fluid like motion. Back, to where it all began…

Hope you liked this chapter. It took a while to update cuz the document manager was having a load of problems. Ah well…at least it finally updated. I'm gonna start answering some of the reviews. For some reason my computer doesn't let me do replies anymore so I'm gonna write them after each chapter. Please R/R and till next time!

kookie92 : Basically her curse is that he'll never be able to make her his. Meaning that he'll never be able to have sex with her…lol. There's more to the curse that you'll find out later on.

Drakie's Gal : Hehe…yes…I'm guessing you know who that's for.

Lily and James Love 4 ever : Yup yup, thank u!

Sammy

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