Disclaimer: If it was mine, I wouldn't have to read the part where Sirius dies every time I want to read the Order Of The Phoenix. Ugh.
A/N: OKAY WARNING DRAMA ALERT BEEP BEEP BEEP
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"I'm starving." I moan, hand in hand with James as I drag him into the Hall.
"Why didn't you eat earlier?"
"Didn't feel like it." I shrug, and he sighs, poking me in the side.
"Lily!"
I sit down, grinning, and slide my bag under the table.
I'm just reaching for the chips when the world implodes. At least, I think it does.
My hand has just closed the edge of the bowl when everything seems to disappear, and it's just me and the not weird at all relaxing voice in the back of my mind.
Stand up, it whispers. Stand up.
That's not weird at all, I want to say, but I stand up. The floor's still there, because I can feel it as I walk towards the doors. I'm floating, I think, I'm not sure, and then I stop, because thinking's overrated anyway. Now, now, Mudblood, that's silly. Who needs to think?
I frown, or I would frown, but I can't.
Go to sleep. The voice whispers soothingly. Go on, go to sleep.
That's funny, I think. When did I lie down?
Someone grabs my wrist, and I turn up to look at them blindly.
James, the name drifting up from somewhere. He looks worried.
He's nothing, the voice whispers. Now, speak.
The words I'm supposed to say float into my mind, and I open my mouth, then force it shut again. No. I mutter dimly. No thanks.
Speak!
No, I don't think I will.
SPEAK!
I do then, words pouring out of my mouth helplessly, like a river. A scream erupts from my mouth, torn from me against my will, and then I speak again, vision cloudy.
Ah. The voice whispers triumphantly. Good.
My hand fumbles in my pocket for a piece of paper that definitely wasn't there before; I throw it weakly to the ground.
"Get out." I mumble, but make no sound.
Gladly.
My legs shake, the world comes rushing back; suddenly everything's back again, and it's only James' strong arms that stop me from hitting the floor.
Angry voices from further down the Hospital Wing wake me up. Rubbing my side, I sit up and climb slowly out of bed, smoothing out my wrinkled clothes. The curtains are pulled around my bed, and I push them aside. I feel light-headed, sort of absent from my body, but other than that I'm okay.
"This is the second time this week her life has been threatened!" James shouts, and Professor McGonagall frowns sternly. "Kindly keep your voice down, Mr Potter. There are patients in here, including Miss Evans."
"What's going on?" I ask groggily, and they both turn around.
"Get back into bed!" Madam Pomfrey appears from her office with a shriek, and I sway at the sudden movement.
"Come on Lils," James loops his arm around my shoulders and practically drags me back to bed.
"What happened?" I repeat tiredly.
"Imperius Curse." He mutters. "And they're not going to do anything about it."
"I'm afraid we don't have sufficient evidence-"
"It's an Unforgivable Curse! Next time it could be the Cruciatus! And we all know what comes after that!"
I clap my hands over my ears at the shout, the volume making my head ring. James falls silent, looking panicked and puts me back down on the bed, tucking the duvet around me.
"I want to see what happened!" I stay sitting up, frustrated and Madam Pomfrey pushes me back down adamantly.
"Later. You need to rest."
"I'm fine!" I insist.
"Lily, you have been through a shock-"
I throw the covers off and jump up, ignoring the dizzy spell that hits me instantly.
"Anyone got a Pensieve? I want to see this in action!"
Professor McGonagall sighs.
I watch myself sit down at the table, laughing and chatting, and it's bizarre. My hair looks awful.
Suddenly my body jerks and stands up, walking robotically out of the Hall, and James spins around, looking confused.
I'm spontaneously, inexplicably distracted.
God he's hot.
FOCUS LILY. FOCUS.
His eyes though-
FOCUS. THIS IS SERIOUS.
HA, NO IT'S SIRIUS
LILY
James gets up and hurries after me, and Remus is close behind him, both of them looking confused. I'm lying on the floor in the Entrance Hall, arms and legs sprawled out, eyes blank and staring up at the ceiling, empty. My boyfriend grabs my wrist in desperation, checking for a pulse, and I spin towards him, face furious but overshadowed by muddled confusion.
"Why hello, James."
My mouth spits words in my voice, but it's the wrong tone, harsh and too slow, like I'm a puppet, like the wizard in my head is a ventriloquist, and the sight and even the thought makes me shudder.
"I won't keep you, but I just thought, being a kind and thoughtful person myself, to remind you to say goodbye to Evans. She doesn't have long to go now!"
I take a piece of paper from my pocket and let it drop to the floor, and Remus picks it up, frowning concernedly, as I collapse into James' arms.
"What did the paper say?" is my first question as I emerge from the Pensieve in Dumbledore's office, and James hands it to me. It's in the familiar handwriting.
THREE.
THREE.
MWA HA HA HA WE'RE GETTING CLOSER!
AND IT MIGHT BE WHO YOU THINK IT IS, IT MIGHT NOT BE, BUT KEEP IN MIND: THIS COULD BE CANON. IT IS NOT AN AU.
JUST SOMETHING TO BEAR IN MIND.
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