"I'm going to see Dumbledore," James said numbly as he stalked out of the room. Lily grabbed her books and ran after him.

"James wait!", she cried fruitlessly. James ignored her as he stormed up to the third floor. When he reached the stone gargoyle he began pounding on its forehead.

"Mr. Potter, that will not do much if I am not in there," Dumbledore said as he walked up from behind the two, " Now I just spoke to Professor Slughorn and, James…"

"What's wrong with my dad?", James asked cutting Dumbledore off.

"Ms. Evans please go down to dinner, Mr. Potter and I must speak alone", Dumbledore said without taking his eyes off of James.

Lily nodded and left. When she got to the Great Hall it was already full with students. Sirius waved her over and offered her the seat next to him.

"Where's Potter Pizza Pants Prongs at?", Sirius asked as he laughed at his little tongue twister.

"In Dumbledore's office," Lily answered weakly.

"Awl man! Is he in trouble already? What did he do?"

Lily shook her head and closed her eyes to prevent a rainfall of tears. From what Slughorn had said and the way Dumbledore acted, Mr. Potter sounded really sick. Lily had lost her father in the summer before her forth year and she still felt the fresh pain from time to time.

"Lils?", Anne gently asked as she placed a hand on one of Lily's, "Are you okay?"

"Sirius," Lily suddenly looked up, "Do you know the password to Dumbledore's office?"

"Sure, he gives me the new one every time he changes it. Says it makes it easier for when I get sent there for "disciplinary problems". Course there are also the times that I just go there to chill and party with him. Last year we ended the year with a disco party. The fro-thing really does wonders on that man," Sirius replied as he began to gaze off into space.

"I-I think that you should go up there," Lily told him.

With nothing more then a confused look Sirius got up from the table and left. Sirius was like James' brother and Lily knew from Remus that Mr. Potter considered Sirius as his son. What ever was wrong with him, Sirius deserved to know. Saying that she felt under the weather, Lily excused herself from the table and went up to the Heads Room. Twenty minutes later a sick looking James stumbled in. He took a seat next to her and put his head in his hands.

"James?"

"My parents are old, you know? My dad's seventy-eight and my mum's seventy-four. It's one of the reasons that I'm an only child. My parents thought that they'd never have kids. I'm their pride. You want to be a healer, right? You should try and discover a cure for cordopathy. Do you know what that is? Well I'll tell you. It's an old wizarding disease, sort of like muggle cancer. It tears away at the heart until your heart just can't take it anymore. There is no cure. My dad was feeling ill over the summer. Just said that it was age, couldn't keep up with Sirius and I anymore. My mum finally convinced him to goto St. Mungo's. He's got it."

"James, I'm so sorry. I know exactly how you feel,"

"Do you really, or are you just saying that, because if there's one thing I hate more then Slytherins, its sympathy."

"My dad died of cancer the summer before forth year."

"Oh, I'm sorry Lily. Well thanks for listening to me babble, but I think I'm just gonna try and sleep now. Night."

"Night," she muttered as she gazed into the fire thinking about her own dad.

He was always the one to take her to visit Allen and his sisters. He had loved so much to watch everyone do magic. When he died Petunia found a way to blame it on Lily. She shouted that Lily's "stupid" magic could have saved him, and she was right.

When their dad fell ill Professor Dumbledore had offered to cure him but he declined. His simple request was to see Lily do magic, then he could die with a smile. Dumbledore got special permission for her to perform underage magic outside of school.

Lily, her mum, her sister, and Dumbledore all went to the hospital when they got the call that her dad would not make it through the night. They went to the hospital and Dumbledore put a spell on the door to prevent the muggles to see what was about to happen. Then Lily began to levitate things, put on a water and fire show with her wand and even transformed some objects in the room to become small animals and run about the room. With a weak smile on his face he told Lily that he wanted to die in a room full of lilies and petunias. So Lily waved her wand and flowers began to grow out of the floor, ceiling, and walls. His bed was covered in them, as was everyone in the room. With a content sigh her father closed his eyes to sleep in a field of lilies and petunias forever.

After that summer Lily hated going home. Her mother was depressed and her sister hated her more then ever. If Anne and Maribel weren't busy then she would goto their houses for some time but other that that she would stay home and long for September to come around.