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The next morning I wake up feeling a little better.

I linger in bed reliving the strange dream I had. I know it had Severus in it.

For a minute I feel a pang of regret that I haven't talked to Severus since my accident. He didn't even come see me in the hospital. I don't know why I haven't thought of it until now. Probably because nobody mentioned him to me.

I wonder what house he is in. Obviously not Gryffindor.

I feel really bad that I didn't even think of him until this dream. It was really strange dream though.

In the dream I was mad at Severus. He kept asking me to forgive him but I wouldn't. Then I started yelling.

Something about death eaters and muddy blood.

I don't know why but it seemed so very real. Like it was actually happening to me. I try to shake off the feeling but it persists.

I get out of bed, yawn, and suddenly I remember what happened yesterday. My temper flares up.

I storm down the stairs looking for Sirius. I'm so mad at him!

I'm going to give a piece of my mind, or at least of my fist. Or maybe a nice stinging hex will do the trick.

I practice a few of those on the way down, almost breaking a portrait in the process.

At the bottom I look around but no one else is out in the common room. So I huff and puff back upstairs to drink my morning potion.

I have quite a supply of those awful concoctions. Probably enough to last me the two or three weeks. Maybe more if I end up skipping any days and don't dump any down the sink.

Ella and Anna are still sleeping but I don't wake them because it is a Saturday. They don't have classes today, not that it really matters to me.

I'm probably not going to have classes for awhile. At least, not until I have mastered most of the spells that have been already covered for everyone else. It's a good thing I have James as a tutor because that might take a long time.

I decide that being in there just listening to my roommates sleep is boring. Like really, really, boring.

For the second time in five minutes I walk down to the common room. There, it's just as boring.

I sit for a while, simply watching the fire.

I hear a familiar voice, "What are you doing up so early?"

"What do you want Black?" I ask him nastily.

Sirius comes and sits down next to me.

"Lily." He pleads, "Listen to me."

I turn my back on him but eventually relent.

"You better have a good explanation for your actions." I say as coldly as possible.

Sirius is silent, apparently thinking.

"Lily," He says, "Let me tell you what has really happened."


Authors Note

Coming up next... Sirius explanation, Lily's reaction, and a new mystery.

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