Hey everyone! The first three chapters were mostly background and getting settled in after tragedy struck. Now, Lillian's trials truly start. First, she has a run in with Trelawney and then in Divinations, she sees something that sends chills through her entire being. I guess, you will have to read to find out what it was and what becomes of it.

Chapter 4 - Whisper in a Corridor

Lillian awoke to find she was alone in her dorm room. Besides herself, it didn't appear that anyone had stayed there for many years. Not that it was dusty or smelly; it just had that overwhelming feeling of loneliness. As she looked around, several empty beds stared back at her. The only trunks in the room were her own. Lillian slid off the bed into her house shoes. She pulled the blanket off the bed keeping it wrapped around her shoulders. She walked over to the window and sat down. The sun was rising slowly over a distant mountain. The lake glistened with the newly born rays of light. Lillian smiled as she felt the warmth on her face. She conjured up a warm cup of tea and sipped it silently.

Once Lillian finished her tea, the cup vanished and her blanket made its way back to her bed. Lillian stood and walked toward a door in the corner of the room. Inside, she found a bathroom complete with everything she would need. She returned to her trunks and took out a school uniform, her knickers and bra, and laid them on her bed. She then carried her bath things back into the room. Using wandless magic, a rare ability, she turned on the water inside the bath tub. Once it was filled, she undressed and stepped into the water. The water was deep and reminded her of Erica's hot tub except this had magic bubble aromas. Lillian's choice for today was watermelon.

After Lillian was finished, she climbed out and put on her bath robe. She returned to her bed and put on her uniform. After doing a simple glamour charm for her hair and make up, she took a look at herself in a mirror. She then went to work gathering her books for her first classes. Transfigurations and Divination were first on her list so she slid them in her backpack. The books for the rest of the day, she laid on her night stand.

When Lillian turned around, she realized she did have a roommate.

"Good morning," Lillian greeted.

Her phoenix sat watching her every move. "Good morning, Lillian," it greeted back.

Lillian was not surprised that the bird spoke to her. She had been able to speak to animals since she was a small child barely learning to talk.

"I don't believe I have named you," Lillian said tapping the cage and changing it into a perch.

The phoenix stretched its wings and agreed that she hadn't.

"Do you have any preference?" Lillian asked politely.

"I have been called many things," said the bird. "Among my favorites have been Songbird, Harpy, Ashes, Starling, Thundora, and Anatolia."

"Well shall we call you Shasta then?" asked Lillian. "It includes the first letter of all those names?"

"I like that very much," said Shasta giving a slight bow.

"Good," said Lillian. "Would you like to go outside for a while today?"

"I would," answered Shasta.

Lillian opened a window and Shasta, with a brief good luck for the day, took flight. Lillian picked up her backpack and left her dorm room putting a locking spell on it as she left.

Lillian passed other girls coming sleepily out of their rooms carrying clothes and bath things.

"Do they not have a bathroom in their rooms?" Lillian thought to herself, but without much more thought continued to the common room.

Few occupied the common room among them, thankfully, were Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Lillian went over and greeted them cheerfully. They all sat down in front of the newly lit fire and Lillian found out quickly what they had been discussing before she had arrived.

"I can't believe they wanted me to sign back up for Divination," Hermione whined. "That woman doesn't know a thing about the present let along the future for Merlin's sake."

"I have Divination," Lillian said.

All three of her new friends looked at her.

"Why are you taking Divination?" asked Ron. "It really is just a waist of time."

Lillian looked at Harry and bit her lip. She had told Harry most of her secrets including her ability, but she wasn't really ready to tell Ron or Hermione.

"Er...Er...because..." Lillian stuttered. "I can't tell you here."

"Why not?" Ron asked flatly.

"I just...I just can't," Lillian said slightly frustrated. "Come out into the corridor and I will show you."

"Show us?" asked Hermione.

"Please, just come," said Lillian.

They followed her out of the portrait. Lillian looked around and dragged her hand along the wall. She closed her eyes and a door began to form. When Lillian stood back the door opened.

"Come in," she asked them.

Her friends followed her in and the door closed behind them. "

Lumos Maximus," Lillian said.

Lillian's wand tip lit up and they found themselves in an empty room. The only exit being the door that now, from the outside, had vanished. Lillian cast a spell that sent many lit candles in the air. The room brightened and she lowered her wand after saying the counter charm, "Nox."

Lillian looked down and swallowed. She looked back up at her friends and told them she had to put a spell on them. Ron started to object, but Harry nudged him. The spell is simple but powerful. It will not allow you to tell anyone what I am about to tell you.

"What does it matter?" asked Hermione.

"Trust her," Harry said. "It is really important that it doesn't get out."

Ron and Hermione looked at him, but said nothing else.

"Please, take hands," said Lillian. Lillian took Harry and Ron's hand and began.

"Privatus Secretum Silentium (Private, Secret, Silence)," she said.

The wind seeped through the cracks in the wall, but the candles only flickered.

"Dico Omnis Res Occultus Priscus Munero! (Speak all things secret ancient and present)" she shouted as her body stiffened.

Everything that she needed to show her friends flashed before her and into them.

When the wind stopped and last memory had flashed to them, Lillian let go and weakly began to fall, but Harry caught her.

"Lillian?" Harry said. "Are you okay?"

Harry helped her lay down. Lillian put her hands to her face. She felt sick, but she knew it would pass.

"It...It just takes a lot to do something like that," she explained. "The more people, the more power I have to use. I will be okay in just a minute."

When most of the nausea passed, Lillian sat up. She still felt nauseous, but that was normal after something like that. Harry and Ron helped her on up and supported her until she got her balance.

"I think I'll be okay now," she told them after a couple of minutes.

Hermione reached her wand and back pack to her.

"Thank you, Hermione," Lillian said taking them. "We better go to the Great Hall now."

Lillian led the way out. The door closed and vanished again once they had exited. Lillian held on to the rail. She was a bit shaky and didn't want to end up in the hospital wing the first day of school.

Down in the Great Hall, most of the students were midway finished with breakfast. Lillian and the trio sat down and filled their plates. Well all but Ron.

"Bloody Hell," was all Ron said as he sat there. "Is all...all that tr…true?"

Lillian looked at him.

"Sadly, yes," she answered.

"All the stuff you can do," Hermione said trying to steer the conversation from the more horrible things they had just seen. "How did you learn it?"

"My line goes way back," Lillian began. "My family can be traced back to the beginning of our world. Some powers have been lost completely since then, but others are as strong now as they were back then."

"You have the ability to see...time?" asked Hermione in a whisper.

"Yes, Hermione," answered Lillian. "Others include my ability to speak in any language and turn invisible."

"I can speak in Parselmouth myself," said Harry.

"I know," said Lillian. "I've known for quite a while. It is a rare gift, Harry. Use it wisely."

When the bell rang, signaling the start of classes, Lillian and the trio made their way to the Transfigurations classroom. Taking their seats, they talked among themselves until Professor McGonagall began teaching.

"Good morning, class," McGonagall greeted.

"Good morning, Professor McGonagall," the class returned.

"Firstly," she continued, "I want you to copy the notes from the board. When you are finished, turn to page one in your books and read the chapter. Answer the five questions and once you are done, we will test what you have learned."

Everyone took out their parchment, ink, and quills and went to work. A couple of lines into her notes, Lillian realized that Ron was still searching frantically through his backpack.

"What's wrong, Ron," Lillian whispered.

"I can't find my ink," he said.

"Don't worry," she said.

Ron looked at her like she was crazy. He then remembered she had never had McGonagall in class before. Lillian took out her wand and pointed at her ink bottle.

"Duplicate," she said and immediately a blue jet of light sprang from her wand.

The bottle began to glow slightly. It then appeared to melt and divide forming two bottles of ink. She picked up the copy and reached it to him.

"Er...thanks," he said a little louder than a whisper allowing McGonagall to hear.

McGonagall cleared her throat and both Lillian and Ron went to work.

Once Lillian had finished her notes, read the chapter on changing a thorn bush into a chair and back again, she answered the questions and waited until everyone else was finished. It wasn't long though and McGonagall told everyone to clear their desk. Once everyone cleared their desk, McGonagall asked for a volunteer. When none came, she called upon Neville Longbottom, a short mousy looking chap with brown hair and big teeth. The boy nervously got up and pointed his wand at his chair.

"M...Mutatio Te...Tenus...Vepres (Transform into Thorn bush)," he said.

Nothing happened at first and several began to giggle at his failure. His wand finally lit to a medium green color and began to spin around the chair. The chair didn't change the way it was supposed to, but Neville was fortunate enough to get it to grow limbs with massive thorns.

"Not quite, Mr. Longbottom," said Professor McGonagall. "Try and change it back."

"But, professor," he begged.

"Don't dawdle," she said.

Neville gulped and tried the counter charm.

"Mutotia Tergum ut Exampler (Change Back to Original)!" he said.

His wand didn't hesitate this time and the limbs began to recede into the chair. Once it appeared it was finished, Neville quickly sat down. He, however, stood up just as quickly.

"Ouch!" he cried.

"Pronunciation, Mr. Longbottom," said McGonagall as the rest of class laughed.

"Right," he said rubbing his backside.

McGonagall fixed his chair and he sat down.

"Miss Praisley, you next," said McGonagall.

Lillian stood up and took out her wand. She cast the same spell as Neville, but without stuttering. The green light quickly shot out of her wand and wound around her chair. When it stopped, a small thorn bush sat in its place.

"Very good, Miss Praisley," said McGonagall. "Five points to Gryffindor. Now, show me the counter charm."

"Mutotia Tergum ut Exampler," Lillian said. The bush lifted into the air and floated a couple of moments. A ring that looked like light flowed from the top of the bush down to the floor leaving in its place her chair.

"Excellent," said McGonagall. "Another five points to Gryffindor."

Everyone else in the class took their turn. Harry and Hermione did well on theirs too, but Ron had a little difficulty. He hadn't properly memorized the spell. He had been too occupied with watching a spider weave a web. McGonagall set their homework and dismissed them to their next class. For Hermione it was Arithmancy, but for Lillian, Harry, and Ron it was the dreaded Divination. Lillian had heard rumors that Trelawney was nothing but a phony, but now she was to find out for herself.

When Lillian reached the tower, she felt the heat from the room brush her face. The perfume scent was overwhelming and would smother one to death if they dare to breathe to deep. Lillian looked around the room and was disgusted by the decor. She wish she could make it better, but she believed it hopeless and besides, if one was to change it this way in the first place they probably wouldn't like anything that was truly tasteful. Lillian, however, did open several windows. It appeared it made the entire room very thankful.

Lillian sat down beside Harry and Ron, whom thankfully had sat where a good circulating breeze reached. Before long, everyone that was going to show, were there. Everyone was talking amongst their classmates waiting for class to start that they failed to realize a voice that spoke from within the shadows.

"I said good morning class," it tried again; this time it succeeded, but was answered with less enthusiasm than expected.

Lillian frowned slightly when a rather odd looking woman stepped out of the shadows. Her glasses made her eyes look as if they were three times too big for her face and her clothing was mixed matched and nothing tied together. Professor Trelawney said nothing else until she clumsily reached her chair in front of the fireplace. Even from where Lillian sat, she could smell the faint hint of rum from her teacher.

"Today, class," said Trelawney, "We are going to review the major items that may show up on your N.E.W.T.s at the end of this school year."

Several groans echoed within the room, but Trelawney continued.

"Those items," she said and the paused as a hiccup escaped. "Excuse me. As I was saying, those items will be fortune telling, reading the magic ball, and tea leaves."

Several disgruntled groans once again echoed around the room. Lillian, Parvati, and Lavender were the only ones who didn't complain.

"If you notice," she began again after hiccupping three more times, "your cards, magic ball, and cup of tea sit in front of you. You may drink your tea now, but we will start with the cards."

Everyone took out their cards and spread the out and began to read each others fortunes. Trelawney made her way around asking each group different questions. Several times, when Trelawney asked Lillian or Harry a question, she would reply with 'no that's incorrect' or 'search for your inner eye." Lillian had enough experience with simple tricks like these to know that her answers and those of Harry's were correct. Lillian was beginning to confirm the rumors as pure truth. Trelawney didn't know what she was doing and has apparently never known.

Near the close of class, at the point everyone had finished their tea; the final item of review began. Trelawney stumbled toward Lillian's table and Lillian rolled her eyes.

"What do you see in Mr. Potter's cup?" she asked leaning against the table for balance.

Lillian glanced in the cup and began telling some of the things she could see.

"Give up, child," Trelawney interrupted. "Your inner eye is blind as can be and it is a waist of time to keep trying."

Lillian had taken enough.

"Now see here," she said as she stood.

This motion caught the eye of all the students and they waited for Lillian to walk out like Hermione did in third year.

"I can assure you I know all about the magic tricks of yours! They mean nothing to the true gift of the inner eye. My parents died because of their inner eye!"

"A gift, obviously, they didn't pass down to you," said Trelawney.

"Yes they did!" Lillian said getting up in Trelawney's face.

Trelawney stumbled slightly, but still tried to get the last word.

"Prove it," she told Lillian.

Lillian took out her wand. The class gasped. They thought she may try to curse Trelawney, but Lillian allowed Trelawney to get out of the way. Lillian took a glass ball off of a nearby table and laid it on the floor. She then performed an engorgement charm so everyone could see. Once Lillian made the pink mists start flowing within the glass, she asked for a volunteer. Lavender raised her hand and rushed forward. Lillian instructed her to think of something that there was no way for her to know about. Lavender stood for only a moment before she said she was ready. Lillian put a hand on the ball and a hand on Lavender shoulder.

Lillian closed her eyes and concentrated. She only opened them when she heard Lavender gasp at seeing her memory, of the day Hermione left Trelawney's class, inside the ball. Lillian told everyone of what she was seeing and hearing. Everyone knew at that point Lillian knew what she was talking about. Once the memory ended, Lavender went back to her seat.

Lillian looked over at Trelawney. Trelawney looked shaken that the class was paying more attention to Lillian that to her.

"Oh, dear girl," began Trelawney. "Just sit down."

"No, professor," snapped Lillian. "I'm not finished." Lillian turned back toward the others and asked if anyone wanted to see what someone was doing at that very moment.

"Potions!" a dark haired boy said. "I have a killer test today and I want to see if I can have a hint of what to study before class.

"Very well," Lillian tapped the top of the globe and the pink faded to black and the dungeons came into view.

Lillian told everyone what she heard, but to the boys disappoint, Snape was just chewing out a seventh year Hufflepuff girl and not discussing the test.

Lillian began rubbing forward on the ball. Silver and Orange mist sped forward chasing her hands. The mist again started turning dark a picture flashed in her head and she gasped. She pulled her hands from the globe before anyone saw what she saw. She saw death. Not like Trelawney's death predictions, but literal death.

Lillian felt nauseous and she knew she had to get out of the room.

"Excuse me," she said grabbing her back pack and disappeared.

"How did she do that?" asked a rather short boy who was near where Lillian had disappeared. "It isn't possible to Disapparate on Hogwart's grounds, is it?"

"No," answered another sitting near him.

Lillian Apparated at the bottom of the steps and ran down the corridor into a bathroom and straight into a cubicle. She gagged. She felt like she could puke, but nothing came. She came back out of the cubicle and walked over to the sink. She turned the faucet on and splashed water on her face. She then dried off and back toward the wall and slid down it onto the floor. She hid her face in her arms and tried to get a grip. She of all people should know that the future hasn't been written. It is changed by one's actions.

Lillian stood up and wiped away a falling tear. She picked up her bag and started to leave when Professor McGonagall walked in.

"Why aren't you in class?" she asked.

"I felt ill, professor," answered Lillian.

You do look flushed," McGonagall said. "Do you need to go see the nurse?"

"No, ma'am," said Lillian. "I'll be fine."

"Good," said McGonagall. "You best be getting back to class."

"Please, professor," begged Lillian. "Don't make me. She keeps telling me that I can't do anything right and…"

Lillian broke back into tears. Professor McGonagall was taken off guard by her reaction, but recovered quickly. McGonagall put her arms around Lillian and tried to calm her.

"I will speak to the Headmaster about her." McGonagall said.

"I don't want her to get in trouble, though," said Lillian.

"Don't worry," McGonagall reassured her. Dumbledore knows how she is; what I want to do is find a substitution."

Lillian listened as McGonagall chose her words carefully.

"This stays here and only here."

"Yes, ma'am," agreed Lillian.

"Professor Trelawney isn't what she claims to be. She is mostly a person whom makes guesses. Coincidence only, she is right sometimes. She has only made a few real prophesies during her time. I think you know what those are."

Lillian shook her head. She did know. She, at this point, didn't know what the outcome would be, but she did know prophecies.

"Now," said McGonagall, "Tell me what happened that upset you so. I know it couldn't have been completely Sybil's fault."

Lillian bit her lip and began telling her what she had seen.

"The globe faded to black shadows. I saw my friends…"

"Harry, Hermione, and Ron?" asked McGonagall.

"Yes," said Lillian. "They were walking down a corridor. I heard voices coming from the area in which they were walking toward. I moved in toward the shadows and saw several figures dressed in black robes and mask."

"Death Eaters?" said McGonagall. "In the school?"

Lillian shook her head in the positive and continued.

"At that point, one man stepped out and cast the killing curse toward them and I watched them fall. Standing behind them was Death."

"Death, Lillian?" asked McGonagall. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, ma'am, I'm sure," said Lillian. "Death stood outside my door for a week just waiting for my parents. That is one of the factors of why I was sent away. They knew it was only a matter of time."

"Lillian, will you come with me and repeat this to Professor Dumbledore?"

Lillian nodded and followed McGonagall out and to the entrance of Dumbledore's office.

"Ton Tongue Toffee," said McGonagall which made the gargoyle move out of the way.

Lillian followed Professor McGonagall up the winding staircase. When they reached the door, McGonagall knocked. The door opened by invisible means and McGonagall and Lillian entered. Inside, Lillian saw past Headmasters and Headmistresses moving around in their portraits. Some were still asleep. The room was filled with odd objects including a rather large and funny shaped telescope. Dumbledore sat at his desk looking at some papers. McGonagall walked up and talked to him briefly before beckoning Lillian to come forward. Lillian walked forward where again she had to tell what she saw.

"It is bound to happen sooner or later," said Dumbledore. "I, myself, don't like the outcome. So what, Lillian, do you know about the future?"

"That it can be changed by one's actions." replied Lillian.

"Exactly," said Dumbledore. "We will make a complete search of the school."

"Sir, I don't mean to be contrary, but I don't believe that will work." said Lillian. "We know not the time or day they are coming. It is in the future. Only when the time approaches will I know for sure where and when. My gift hasn't completely matured yet. Once I am eighteen, I will be able to tell when and where upon the time that the prediction comes to me. It is sort of a protection. So no one, like Voldemort, can use someone like me, who is underage according to Muggle law. Without it, someone with a gift such as mine could be forced to predict the outcome of an event."

"Very well," said Dumbledore, "You will, however, report to me as soon as you know?"

"Yes, sir," replied Lillian.

Lillian turned and walked out of the room, back down the stairs, out of the hole, and past the gargoyle. She stared around at the empty halls. Class was still in session. The students and teachers were all in class, in the library, or in the common rooms. Lillian began to walk down the corridor when Professor McGonagall came out from behind the gargoyle. "Oh Lillian, I almost forgot, here is the badge that I told you about." "Thank you, Professor." McGonagall left as Lillian looked at the badge with the words 'Head Student Ambassador' written upon it. Lillian pinned the badge on her robe and walked down the corridor.

The bell rang just as she walked into the bathroom to get her bag. She picked up her bag and walked out. She heard Ron, Hermione, and Harry coming. She slipped inside the shadows of a corridor. She didn't want to explain what she saw and how she did what she did in Divination. As her friends turned down the dark corridor and closed in on Lillian, Lillian felt a wave of electric like current flow through her. This was it. Her prediction was coming true. Finally, after all the worry of being seen, she had to save her friends. Over the loud beating of her heart she heard voices coming from the far end of the corridor in which she stood. Lillian pulled out her wand and tiptoed down the corridor still out of the sight of the friends. With the little bit of sunlight that came through a window she spotted someone in a hooded cloak.

"Here they come," the voice said.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione closed in on them. Lillian had to think quickly.

Lillian jumped out in front of her three friends.

"Get down," she screamed.

Harry, Hermione, and Ron hit the ground. Lillian raised her wand and pointed it at the trio.

"Munimentum Contego!" she said.

A purple glow encircled them. Lillian then turned seeing the hooded figures approaching her.

"Avada Kedavra," one screamed, but at the same time Lillian cast the 'Expelliarmus' charm.

The figure's wand flew to her as did three others.

"Close your eyes," Lillian said. "Transportus, Dumbledore's office."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione vanished.

Lillian grabbed the wands from off the floor and ran out of the corridor. She put a sealing charm on the window and the entrance of the corridor so that whoever was in it couldn't escape. Lillian sat down against the wall. Pain flooded her body. She felt dizzy and gave into unconsciousness. Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall rushed to the area in which Ron, Harry, and Hermione had told them. Dumbledore peered into the sealed corridor as McGonagall examined Lillian.

"Albus?" she said looking over at Dumbledore. "Something's wrong I can't wake her."

"Minerva, take her up to Madam Pomfrey," Dumbledore said.

Professor McGonagall conjured up a stretcher under Lillian and transported her up to the hospital wing while Dumbledore went to send for the Minister of Magic.

Up in the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey looked Lillian over, but couldn't figure out what was wrong. She even used magic to try and wake her, but nothing worked.

"Maybe she will wake up on her own," Madam Pomfrey suggested.

Madam Pomfrey changed Lillian into a nightgown and left her alone. McGonagall returned to the corridor to help Dumbledore. Lillian laid there unmoving, but her mind drifted. Again she found herself spinning in the black and white swirl. Everything was different. She felt no fear. No worry. She felt only sweet bliss. Suddenly the darkness faded away as she reached the light and walked out into a field of flowers. The sun was shining down. No clouds in sight. She was surrounded by people. Some she knew; others she didn't. Lillian walked down a path. Past children swinging on swings, playing on a seesaw, and skipping rope laughing without a care. Other people walked on the path in front of her others behind her. Where was she? A little girl came up from behind her and took her hand pulling her forward.

Lillian followed the little girl. Just ahead Lillian spotted where the little girl was leading her too.

"Mum? Daddy?" Lillian said.

The little girl let Lillian go and Lillian ran to her parents throwing her arms around them both in an embrace. Lillian was in tears; tears of joy not of sadness.

"I've missed you so much."

"We've missed you too," her father Jacob Deneverous said.

Her mother, Heather Deneverous, wiped away Lillian's tears and cupped Lillian's chin in her hands. Lillian we love you, but you have to go back."

"Go back? Why? I want to stay here with you." Lillian cried.

"You have a destiny on Earth," her mother said.

"It is only beginning, Lillian," her father said.

"The beginning? The beginning of what?" asked Lillian.

"You will know soon enough," her mother said.

Lillian said nothing else. Her parents walked her back to the entrance of the black swirl.

"We love you," said her father.

"I love you, too," Lillian said, stepping back into the swirl.

The light faded as she floated farther and farther away until once again there was nothing but darkness. Lillian, although still unconscious, could hear voices.

"It has been a whole week since the incident. Why won't she wake up?" Harry said.

"Don't know, mate," answered Ron.

"I'm sure she will wake up soon," said Hermione.

Lillian tried to open her eyes, but she was weak. She felt someone holding her hand though and gave it a squeeze.

"She squeezed my hand," Harry said.

Lillian managed to finally open her eyes.

"Lillian," her friends said in an excited whisper which was returned with a small smile from Lillian.

"You're okay?" Lillian asked them.

"Yes, thanks to you," answered Harry.

Lillian smiled at him.

"What happened to me?" Lillian asked.

"We don't know for sure," replied Harry, "but we believe...although it seems impossible being that you're still alive…that you were hit with the Avada Kedavra curse."

Lillian side filled with pain as she tried to set up making her give a low cry.

"The Avada Kedavra curse?" asked Lillian.

"That is the only curse we heard before you cast the Expelliarmus charm," replied Ron.

"It never hit one of us. There is no other explanation of what happened to you," added Hermione.

Their conversation stopped when the sound of Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore enter the hospital wing. After a few moments of conversing with Madam Pomfrey, McGonagall and Dumbledore approached Lillian's bed.

"Good afternoon," greeted Dumbledore.

"How are you, Miss Praisley?"

"Better, thanks," replied Lillian. "What happened to me, Professor?"

"I am not positive, Lillian, but as I am sure your friends here have told you, we believe you were hit by the Avada Kedavra curse. What we don't know is how you survived. That is not very important, right now. What is important is you did survive. All of you did! I need to caution you right now. Voldemort wasn't among those captured. Those who were captured were fathers of some of your fellow classmates and so you may have created a few enemies. My best suggestion for you is that you best watch yourselves. Now let me get to the reason I came down here. Lillian for your bravery and quick thinking you not only saved the lives of three students, but you helped capture some of Voldemort's head followers. So, we want to award you a special award for services to the school. The Minister of Magic also wants to award you by giving you a scholarship to go on to any school of your choice."

Lillian was speechless and took a moment for all of it to seep in.

"Thank you!" Lillian spoke at last. "Thank you very much. I am honored."

"No, Lillian, thank you," added McGonagall. "Now, Lillian, you must get your rest. So, Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, and Mr. Weasley I do believe you have a class in a few minutes.

"Yes, Professor," said Harry. "We'll be leaving as soon as we say goodbye."

Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore left the hospital wing. Hermione bid her farewell and excused herself. Ron did likewise. Harry, however, stayed a couple minutes more.

After a couple of moments of silence, Lillian asked Harry what was bothering him.

"Oh, it's nothing. I...er...I was just thinking that maybe you survived the curse because your parents sent you away and died to protect your future like mine did. I didn't die when Voldemort tried to kill me because of the old magic that was embedded into my skin because mum died for me. Maybe the same happened for you."

"Possibly," said Lillian. "I haven't a scar, though."

"Actually you do or so I over heard," said Harry. "It is on your side where it hit you."

Lillian wanted to look, but her gown did not allow it at the moment and besides, Lillian still felt rather tired despite all the sleep she had and began to fall back asleep. Harry smiled at her as she fell back into a slumber. He whispered goodbye to her and kissed her on her forehead before he left.

A/N: Many of you are probably thinking that I am trying to make Lillian to be like Harry, but I swear I'm not. If you remember, these particular scars are curse scars (scars left by evil curses) not Voldemort scars. Anyone can get a curse scar. Although, Lillian's mother didn't have to beg Voldemort to take her instead of her daughter, she did send Lillian away and stayed to sacrifice herself so Lillian and the rest of the world would be safe so I think Lillian is entitled to that old magic protection.

Thanks for reading, drop me a review, and check out the next chapter. We will be taking a trip to Hogsmeade. FIELDTRIP: )