A/N: Review please? I've been thinking of continuing this story instead of posting all I have then turning it over to someone else / putting it on hiatus. School starts tomorrow so my summer homework is done and I'll have more free time. Weird, right? Less free time in summer haha.

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Chapter 7

Dreaming Of You

I woke the next morning with the sunlight shining through my bed curtains. I slowly pulled the blankets off of me. I felt so terrible. But why?

Then it hit me. What happened last night… with James and Sirius. Great.

I walked into the bathroom and found no one else in the room. I shrugged it off and put a hand on each side of the sink. I glanced into the mirror at my horrid reflection.

I looked like a mess. There were black circles under my eyes, my hair was standing on end, and my eyes were bloodshot. Oh joy!

Ugh. I splashed water on my face and began to hurry the process of getting ready for class. Thirty minutes later, I was back to my normal self with a fake smile on my face. I walked down to the Great Hall, wondering where Shae, Kristina, and Bethany were, since they weren't in the room or Common Room.

I walked through the open door and quickly walked to the Gryffindor table, searching for my friends. Then I spotted them, laughing and talking… with the Marauders. I groaned and slowly walked to the end of the table; which was luckily empty, leaving my friends to give me weird looks and wondering why I wasn't sitting with them.

After a few minutes of staring blankly at my plate and prodding the small portion of food with my fork, someone tapped my shoulder. I slowly whirled around to see Shaylene.

"Lily, what's wrong? Why are you sitting over here when we saved you a seat?" she asked, taking a seat next to me. I shrugged.

"Nothing. I –er- just thought you guys were talking to them, so I –er- came here," I replied stupidly. Shae knew me only too well.

"Lily, you're being stupid. Even if that was true – which it's not – you could have joined our conversation."

"Ugh. Just – forget it." I stood up to leave. "I'm gong to Transfiguration, you coming?" She gave me one last weird look, then rose to my side.

Ten minutes later, class began, yet Professor McGonagall wasn't there. I looked around the class, and my eyes fell on a certain black haired boy. He was bent over a sheet of parchment, writing furiously. I returned my glance to my desk, right when the Professor entered.

"Good morning, class. I apologize for the tardiness, but today, you will be having a free period, since I must attend important matters." Everyone cheered loudly and began to pack up once again. "Oh, Potter, Evans, I need to speak to you."

I felt a golf ball sized lump in my throat. I slowly walked up to her desk and waited for the others to quickly filter from the room.

"Yes, Professor?" I asked, clasping my hands together from my nerves. I looked sideways at James who was quickly folding up his piece of parchment that he had been scribbling on earlier. I rolled my eyes; probably another plan for pranks.

"Well, Professor Flitwick and I have been called upon for the week, for assistance to the Headmaster. Since you two are wonderful students in these subjects. Head Boy and Girl, and since we had no other choices… Professor Dumbledore wanted you both to teach these classes. You'll be exempt from you other classes. Miss Evans, you will be teaching Charms, and Mister Potter, you will be teaching my class, as much as I hate to let it go."

When she saw our blank and surprised looks, she continued. "When you have classes off, you will be joining one another, helping with their class. It begins tomorrow, so good luck to both of you. You're dismissed."

I stared in disbelief, then unfroze myself from that spot. I turned slowly away, and walked to the door, with James at my side.

After he closed the door behind us, he said, "I wasn't expecting that," he said. I glared darkly at him, then turned on my heel and stormed off to the next class.

I sat in my dormitory, trying to finish some last minute homework. I glanced up when I saw the other girls come in. Shae dramatically dropped onto her bed with a large sigh. She groaned loudly as she took out her books, starting her work.

"Lily? Do you have an extra quill?" she asked, still taking out her books.

I began rummaging through all the pockets in my robes. I pulled out a new quill and tossed it to her. When I lay back down on my stomach, there was a crinkling. I reached into my pocket once again, to pull out a nicely folded sheep of parchment.

Dear Lily,

We really need to talk. Please, please, meet me in the Common Room at nine. It would really mean a lot to me if we could just talk about everything.

Love From James

Why did everything have to be so hard for me? It was all so confusing. I gave the sheet of parchment one last weird look, then shoved it in the drawer of my bedside table.

"What's that?" Bethany asked me, coming to sit on the floor between Shae's bed and my own. Kristina followed her, with all her books in hand; it was a tradition to do our homework together.

"Oh, just a note," I replied, turning back to my work.

"From James?" My head spun around to her so fast that it cracked. I began to rub it with the palm of my hand as I replied.

"Uh, yeah. How'd you know?"

They all exchanged nervous looks with one another. "Um, lucky guess," Kristina lied. I could tell in her eyes; she always was the worst at lying. I raised my eyebrows at them, until Shae spoke up.

"Fine, Lily. Sirius told us what happened last night and how James wanted to talk to you in private."

"HE TOLD YOU?" I shrieked, jumping up from my bed. I glared down at Kristina. "You tell one person, and I'll kill you!" I pointed a shaky finger at her.

"Whoa! Lily, calm down! I won't tell a soul. Just go down there and talk to him"

"Sirius only told us, so we could get you to talk to him," Shae said. "James has been moping around all day muttering, 'She hates me' over and over again."

"Well, since when have I ever liked him?!" I yelled, my infamous temper quickly rising. "He shouldn't waste his time!"

"Lily! You're being stubborn!" Bethany yelled back at me, her temper rising to meet mine. She rarely got angry, but when she does, stay away.

"Maybe I am, but it doesn't make a difference! I'm not going down there, anyways!" I jumped back onto my bed and slammed the curtains closed. They wobbled a bit, as I looked down at my wristwatch; I was 'supposed' to meet James right now.

Hmff. There was no way I was talking to him. He goes and tells the world what happened, trying to boost his popularity. He kissed me after six years of struggling to get me to say one word to him. There was no way he actually wanted to 'talk about it.' He only wanted another kiss so everyone could see, just like the old big-headed James would have. It was stupid of me to think he had changed.

I heard the three others sigh at my 'ignorance' and stand. "We better go tell him," I heard Bethany whisper.

I pushed my books off the side of my bed, not bothering to clean up my completed work, which was a first. I lay my head on the cold pillow and reluctantly fell into a confusing dreamful sleep, still dressed in my robes.

I sat on the shoreline of a large, beautiful beach, with my head in someone else's lap. He spoke softly, and his voice made me smile.

"So what should we name him?" he asked. I looked up into his deep hazel eyes.

"I don't know. Whatever we decide upon will be perfect, though," I said involuntarily. He pulled me closer and kissed the top of my forehead.

"How about… James?" he asked. I laughed a little as he put a hand to my pregnant stomach.

"Perfect for you, but let's keep James as his middle name. I can't really picture a James Jr. running around." I giggled a bit.

"Fine, what about… Patrick, or Jason, or Matthew, or Harry, or-"

"Yes," I said, and kissed his cheek gently.

"Yes what?" he asked confusedly. I smiled wide, my eyes glittering.

"Harry James Potter, son of Lily and James Potter." His smile grew immensely.

"Harry it is."

I smiled in my sleep and rolled over.

I sat alone in the Common Room. I was sitting in front of the warm fire, with my hands pressed hard against my eyes. I was crying helplessly, until a strong hand pressed gently on my shoulder.

I choked back my tears for a moment, my eyes bloodshot and visible for a short second. "Get away from me, Potter!" I spat, and shrugged his hand off of my own. I stood up and began to dash towards my dorm, when he pulled me back.

"Lily, you have to listen to me!" he said desperately, clinging onto my forearm. "It just saw you with him, and I got jealous! I just reacted wrongly! He explained everything to me! I would never hurt you!"

I glared at him, and pulled away forcefully. "Well, you just did, and now, you won't be able to ever again. James Potter, I never want to see you again!"

Once again, I rolled over in my sleep, yet this time, I was uncomfortable with all the dreams.

Once again, I had that dream. I was in the same house, with the same messy-haired, green-eyed baby, with the same killing of James, and the same beady red eyes coming for my son.

I woke up, right as the last green light hit my chest. I was panting heavily, with sweat dripping down my forehead. Three weird dreams, right after one another. Three random dreams, with only one thing in common… James and I.

I looked at my wristwatch to see it was three in the morning. There was no way I could go back to sleep, and it was extremely chilly in the dormitory. I took a deep breath and slowly pulled back the bed hangings to see three sleeping figures in their proper beds. I pulled on a pair of pajamas, since I was still dressed in robes, then I wrapped my arms around me.

I slowly walked to the Common Room; I'd be able to think near the warmth of the fire. I halted, though, when I suddenly heard voices coming from the room that I was about to enter.

"Why doesn't she like me like every other girl in this bloody school?" asked one familiar voice. I strained harder to hear their full conversation.

"Seriously? I don't know, mate. But that's why you like her… isn't it? Isn't it because she doesn't fall all over you for your looks and charm like every other girl in this 'bloody school'? Isn't it because you actually have to work for this girl?"

"Padfoot, just shut it."

"No, Prongs. I want to know why you like her so much, even though she completely despises you."

"I… I… I like her because she's different from everyone else. Sure, she's beautiful, smart, nice, funny… but that's not the point. Whenever I look at her, my heart rushes, my throat closes up, and I just can't bring my eyes to anywhere but where she is."

"Mate, you're hopelessly in love." I looked down at my feet, it wasn't hopeless for him. I would have to tell him soon… as soon as I could; the dreams would have to wait until I did.