St. Mungo's Magical Hospital

March 7th, 1942

Lily has been trapped for six months

Healer Julian Handel was checking through the filing system for a patient's records when his Healer-in-training informed him he had a patient waiting for him.

"You better come quick," he said, shaking his head.

Julian followed his trainee up the flights of stairs to the lobby where the patient was waiting for him. He was surprised to see a lovely young girl sitting in an uncomfortable chair watching a wizard with a teapot for a head stumble around the room.

"Miss?"

The girl looked up at him and smiled. She stood up, and it was then when Julian noticed immediately that she was heavy with pregnancy. She was probably six months along or so.

"Follow me and we'll have your check-up."

Julian faced the young girl who was sitting on the table. She brushed a strand of dark red hair out of her startlingly green eyes and smiled again.

"I haven't been to the Healer's for a while."

"Not even with your pregnancy?"

Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened.

"I'm—I'm pregnant?"

Julian and his trainee stood in dumbfounded silence.

"You.......you didn't know you were pregnant?" Julian asked dubiously, his eyes resting on her bulging belly.

"No!" she gasped, "No! I just thought I had some disease that made my metabolism all wrong."

Another silence ensued.

"I see," Julian finally spoke, "How old are you miss?"

"Twelve and a half."

Another silence.

"Well, biologically, I'm fifteen and a half."

"Biologically?"

"Look, you know about the Hogwarts' apparition right?"

"Ah!" Julian suddenly understood, "You're Lily Evans!"

Lily Evans was sitting in some cafe on the street watching the world of March 7th, 1942 going by. She was pregnant? It was so unbelievable. Lily sipped her coffee (they didn't make decaf in 1942), wondering who was the father. Was it Snape? Or could it be (she shivered) Albus Dumbledore?

Lily knew it was Dumbledore's. After all, the healer, Julian, had told her she was at least six months along, and Snape and her hadn't gotten together until she was traveling for nearly two months.

She paid for her coffee and stood up, her belly heavy. It was harder to walk now, and even harder to travel. Because of this pregnancy, her body had been veering away from traveling into the future because of the additional weight it placed on her and opted for the lighter gravity of the past. She had spent two weeks in 1942 now, and truth be told Lily Evans was getting tired of it.

She was also reeling from disbelief from what the Healer had also told her. Among the wizarding community, a rare magical incident sometimes took place among witches pregnant with children. If they procreated with more than one man during their pregnancy, there was a possibility that the child could have TWO fathers, Lily's egg being fertilized by two different kinds of hardy, magical sperm. The thought made her sick—the thought of the child being both from Albus and Severus.

Julian had tested the baby's genes with his wand for an abnormalities and he had detected this rare magical phenomenon. Lily had passed out when she found out.

The blackness had abandoned her, but she still felt the presence of the void tugging at her insistently. That meant she was going to be staying in 1942 for a long, long while.

St. Mungo's Magical Hospital

June 10th, 1942

Lily has been trapped for nine months

Julian looked into the observatory for the newborn babies from the glass windows. The fifteen-year-old's child was a beautiful, little girl, but Julian had to admit that even for a witch, the child was very, very unusual looking. The girl had dark red hair with a shock of black in it. One eye was the same startling, green shade that the fifteen-year-old, Lily Evans, had and the other was black with flecks of icy blue. The skin was pale, but the gene tests foretold no freckles. Julian shook his head; he had only seen one other baby that was the product of the Dipater effect (the word was a combination of the Latin stems for 'two' and 'father'), and as far as he could tell, the children were odd looking when this happened.

Lily Evans had fallen in love with the child though, like a good mother should. Julian was glad. Lily had named it Charlene Ann Evans.

Pleased, the Healer Julian Handel took the baby back for further observation. Lily had agreed to come by the next day to pick up her child at noon.

Noon the next day came and went. Lily wasn't there.

A very disappointed Julian called up the nearest adoption agency to inform them there was an abandoned one-day old child waiting for adoption.

Grovefield Cemetery

September 19th, 1984

"No!" Lily shrieked, "You can't do this! I had a daughter!" She pounded her fists against the hard earth. It was afternoon, but the sky had black, rolling clouds, torn by lightning bolts and enormous crashes of thunder. There was no rain, only white-hot electricity in the sky.

The ground was covered with scraggly, pale green and yellow grass. There were sloping hills as far as the eye could see—and they were all covered by tombstones.

Lily lay in a curled up ball on the ground sobbing. She knew she was in the future, not only because of the weightiness she felt, but because of the tombstone that she saw in front of her:

Here lies:

Lily A. Potter

Born: August 20th, 1960

Died: July 31st, 1982

R.I.P.

"No," Lily gasped.

She would die in 1982? How was that possible? She would only live to be twenty-two years old? Even worse was the tombstone that lay right next to hers.

Here lies:

James Potter

Born: January 1st, 1960

Died: July 31st, 1982

"Why is this happening?" she cried out.

A cold hand touched her shoulder and she screamed.

"Shut up," the man hissed.

Lily's eyes widened.

"Severus?"

The young man crouched down and sat, leaning against James Potter's headstone. His black hair was long and shaggy, and his skin even paler than usual. His face was smooth and had none of the craggy lines of his forty-one-year-old self. His eyes were still black and piercing as ever.

"Rather an unsatisfactory place to end up in, isn't it?"

Lily nodded.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, sniffling one last time.

Severus looked at her for a long while before pulling the sleeve of his robes up, revealing a dark mark on his left forearm.

"What is that?" Lily frowned.

"The Dark Mark," Snape exhaled, and let the sleeves of his robes fall. "I work for the Dark Lord now—his follower. A Death Eater."

Lily let out a small whimper.

"But why?" Her eyes were tearing.

Snape ran his fingers through her hair, breathing in her scent.

"Because I chose to. Also because the Dark Lord and I are related distantly. Amongst other reasons." He kissed her neck.

"Severus?"

"Hmm?" He looked up at her.

"I just had your and Dumbledore's child yesterday."

There was a long silence.

"Mine and Dumbledore's?"

"The Dipater effect," Lily rested her forehead against her own cool tombstone.

"Jesus Christ."

Severus Snape rubbed his temples with his fingers.

"You slept with Dumbledore? Jesus Lily. You have quite the affinity for professors don't you?" he sneered at her.

"It was a hundred and fifty years ago."

"That doesn't change anything! Sure, Dumbledore would've been what? In his twenties? But that doesn't change that you willingly slept with......Albus Dumbledore!"

"I didn't."

"You didn't what? Willingly sleep with him?"

"Yes."

"He raped you?"

"No!" Lily shouted. "He didn't! Merlin."

Another long silence ensued.

"Fine. So what happened?"

"I was kind of drugged from a really long trip back into the past and he was......well I guess he was just drunk."

Severus let out a short laugh.

"This is so fking unbelievable."

Lily just stared at his forearm.

"You support him?"

"Yes. Is that so surprising?"

Lily's eyes met his.

"Lily. Look at me." Severus exhaled, "What is....what is my future? Being a professor—it doesn't exactly fall in what I do now."

"No," Lily said, "It doesn't."

"Do I change?"

"That's exactly what it means."

Severus reached out for her, but Lily was already fading away.

"Lily. I'm sorry—I love you."

Lily didn't reply because she couldn't return his love.

She finally dissolved, leaving Snape to stare at the tombstone of James Potter.

Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft

June 8th, 1993

Lily's eyes opened, and she was staring at a horrible sight. A white-faced man with slits for eyes was staring out at her from the back of a man's head. Lily wanted to scream, but no sound came out of her.

She realized what was wrong; she wasn't in her own body—she was in a boy's. There was a mirror nearby: the Mirror of Erised, and Lord Voldemort was now speaking to her—to the boy.

"Yes, your parents were foolish. Your mother gave her life for yours.....even though her life could be spared—

Lily was hit by a wave of blackness and her form was sucked out of the boy's. Just before she was completely dissolved, she saw the bright, green eyes of her son staring at her.

The Potter Hideout

July 31st, 1982

Again, she wasn't in her own body, and she had no control over her movements. She could only sit back and watch as a spectator as the person she possessed went about doing her business. Lily had a sneaking suspicion of who she was in, but her suspicion wasn't confirmed until the woman started brushing her hair in her mirror.

An adult face looked out at Lily's—her own. Her dark red hair fell in long waves and her green eyes had matured. Her face was sharper and less round and babyish like it was now, and her body had grown a little leaner.

Lily watched as Lily number 2 walked down to the kitchen to get out a jar of baby food, and her heart lurched. Baby food? That meant she had.....Harry was already born? Her mind traveled back to the thunderous afternoon at the cemetery with Snape. Her tombstone had read 1982, and Harry was born in 1981 if her math was correct. If what she suspected was correct, she was very near to her own day of death.

Lily watched as Lily number 2 walked up the flight of stairs again with the baby food. A baby with a healthy amount of black hair and lovely green eyes was cooing at her from a crib.

"Hi Harry," her adult voice said, "How are you today?" Lily set down the baby food jar and scooped Harry from his crib. Lily watched as Lily number 2 swept Harry into the air and sang lovingly to him. She knew it was Harry Potter for sure, but there just seemed to be something missing from him.

It her in a flash: there was no lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead.

She recalled Ron's words from 1996:

"He's Harry Potter."

"You make it sound as if everybody should know him....."

The door opened and Lily number 2 set down Harry in his crib. It was night so Lily number 2 turned on a few lights before greeting whoever it was at the door.

If Lily had control over her body she would let out a startled gasp, but instead Lily number 2 wrapped her arms around the young man with hazel eyes and black hair.

"Hi honey."

James Potter kissed Lily number 2 on the lips and Lily felt an electric shock course through her. She had never felt this with (she shivered inwardly) Dumbledore or Snape. James let her go and smiled.

"How's Harry doing?"

"Wonderful. Would you like to see him?"

"Always," James kissed her again on the lips.

Lily watched as Lily number 2 and James played with what was possibly the happiest Harry Potter she had ever seen. In the future, she had always wondered why Harry Potter was such a sallow and troubled character, but after seeing both her and James Potter's tombstones, she could guess why.

Then what she saw gave her the shock of her life.

The calendar in the nursery was open and all the boxes were checked off. The words 'Days till Harry's birthday' were scribbled underneath the red 'x' marks through the boxes.

According to the calendar, it was July 31st, 1982.

It was night.

Lily and James were still alive.

"Where's Sirius?" Her older self spoke.

"He's—

But James was interrupted by a loud crashing noise downstairs. James whipped out his wand.

The next series of events that took place flashed through Lily's eyes. She tried to reach her wand, but a blinding, green light flashed, blinding her. She stumbled, and she saw James's lifeless body in front of her.

"NO!" she shrieked in agony.

Lily leapt upwards and ran towards the crib where Harry was.

"Get out of the way you foolish girl," a high, cold voice told her.

She was almost there......

Lord Voldemort raised his wand:

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green light shot out, directed right at Harry Potter. The older Lily made a mad leap for it and blocked the curse from hitting Harry. The last thing Lily saw from Lily number 2's body was a blinding green light. The older Lily's lifeless body collapsed on the floor, and Lily's form floated out, invisible.

"Pity," Voldemort said, "She could've been spared......."

Why would he want to spare Lily Evans?

Harry Potter was now squalling in horror. Lily's heart broke and her misty form tried to reach for him, but Lord Voldemort was hindering her.

"So you are the boy who is supposed to defeat me. Well, true to the words of the prophecy, none can live while the other exists. Allow me to eliminate you......"

He raised his wand.

"No!" Lily thought, "Stop! Please!"

"Avada Kedavra."

The green light shot out of his wand and enveloped Harry Potter. The baby cried out, but then the green light wavered and then ricocheted, shooting back at Lord Voldemort.

"AAAAGHHHHH!" he roared.

The baby shrieked again. Voldemort convulsed and from his wand, still pointing at Harry Potter, bright green sparks shot out and went right into the boy's forehead. The baby was thrown back against the crib, still wailing madly. Voldemort disappeared, moaning in pain and formless, like Lily was.

Lily floated to where Harry was. His forehead was no longer smooth and white.

A black, lightning bolt-shaped scar had now formed.

"Oh, Merlin," Lily breathed.

Harry Potter was indeed famous. He was famous because he had defeated Lord Voldemort on this night of July 31st, 1982, the night Lily and James Potter died.

Hogsmeade

December 27th, 2021

The Hog's Head

Lily has been trapped for a year

The rain fell in sheets, so hard and fast that the streets of Hogsmeade were muddy and flooded. Waterfalls ran, sweeping wizards and witches alike off their feet and the same strange cars roared past the village, the Muggles inside not seeing the several buildings and bright lights. When Lily looked up, she couldn't see the stars due to the lights and all the airplanes that constantly roared overhead. She waded her way through the calf-deep water towards the nearest building, the Hog's Head.

Lily suddenly stopped wading. There was a young girl, around eleven or twleve years old with dark, wet red hair peering into a foggy window.

Oh, Merlin.

It was Lily Evans herself! She was witnessing herself peering into that window on that rainy night far into the distant future at age twelve. It was incredible.

The younger Lily started to slowly fade away and then just seconds later two men and a petite woman burst through the pub's door.

"Lily!" the dark-haired man roared through the night.

"I'm here!" Lily shouted from the middle of the street, all too aware of her adult voice.

The three figures ran towards her and together, they all struggled against the current of water rushing down the streets and into the Hog's Head. Once Lily was able to focus her eyes without the water constantly pouring into them, she recognized her old friends, Ron and Hermione and her son, Harry James Potter.

Ron had grown well into his wiry, lean body. As a fully-grown adult a decade from being middle-aged, his leanness and wiriness was more of an advantage since he now was not afflicted with a paunchy stomach or saggy skin. His face was harder and had lines, his hair was much longer than Lily had ever seen it and was thinner, but red as ever. He oozed of charisma and on his left hand was a solid, gold band.

Harry too, had long hair like Ron's, but it had a shock of gray in it. His skin was less lined, but he had deeper wrinkles around his eyes and forehead. His glasses were gone; his muscular body had dissipated into Ron's leanness and wiriness, and his facial features and chin were stronger. He too, had a gold band around his ring finger. Lily's eyes traveled to his forehead, and sure enough, the lightning bolt scar was still there.

Hermione still remained a small woman, but her hair was cut shorter in a wavy, chin-length bob. She had pierced ears with two holes in each ear, and two small, silver hoops hung from each hole. Her face had no lines or wrinkles, but she had dark under-eye circles and a sad, hardened face. Her body was straight and true, and her robes were cinched around her small waist. On her wrist, a tattoo of a silver phoenix was snaked around, magically enhanced to move and twist itself around her wrist.

"Lily? We just saw you from the window," Hermione gestured towards the foggy window.

"No. That was my twelve-year-old self," Lily explained.

"Hmm, yeah I see." Ron nodded, but Harry was looking at a woman with pale, blond hair anxiously.

"Who are you looking at?" Lily asked.

"It's great to see you again, Mum. It's been a long time," Harry hugged Lily, but didn't answer her question. The pale blond woman turned around and her misty, protuberant, blue eyes met hers. She was delicate, but had a certain strength that emanated from her.

"Lily Potter?" she asked softly.

"Yes," Lily nodded.

Harry bent his head down and kissed the woman on the lips lovingly. Lily spied a small diamond on the woman's ring finger.

"Lily, that's Luna Lovegood, Harry's wife," Hermione explained, pulling out a pack of cigarettes.

"Aren't those bad for you?" Lily motioned towards the cigarettes.

Ron snorted, but charmingly so, "Not for our Hermione. She found a way to reverse the harmful effects of the tobacco so instead of looking even more old and wrinkled like us, she basically looks like she's still twenty."

Hermione grinned and gave Ron a kiss on the lips.

Lily felt dizzy. She felt uncomfortable having her friends as adults, as people who were old enough to be her parents, around her and snogging each other. Hermione also had an engagement ring and wedding ring around her finger so she assumed that Ron and Hermione were married to each other.

"We were just heading back home," Harry said suddenly to Lily, "Would you like to come with Luna and me? We have some people we'd like you to meet."

"Lily Potter?" a man's voice rang from behind her, "Is that you?"

She turned around. A strong-looking man with a rounder face than average was grinning at her. He had black hair, brown eyes, and a seven o' clock shadow. His eyebrows were long and craggy and he looked at her up and down, smiling.

"Long time no see, Lily."

Lily clamped her hand over her mouth.

"Neville!"

"Longbottom, what's up?" Ron clapped his hand on Neville's back.

"They're giving me and Harry hell at the Aurors' department, but other than that, nothing else is new."

"How's Josselyn?" Hermione asked, taking a long drag from her cigarette.

"She's good too, but we're still trying to work things out for the better. For the kids too, you know."

Luna nodded her head.

"Oh, wow, Neville," Lily breathed, "You've really changed. I mean....you look so much like your father."

There was a moment's silence, but finally Neville replied:

"Thank you, Lily."