A/N: Thanks to my absolutely beautiful reviewers! Sorry this chappie's short, but school is not kind… :-(

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Lily and James walked to Dumbledore's office. It seemed that Jessie, although frightened at first, was fascinated by the staircase and the sound it made. She cooed in awe and clapped her hands as the stairs moved upward.

"Someone's having fun." Lily commented to James as he held Jessie.

"Hm. Yeah. Wait, are you talking about me, or her?"

"Her actually."

"Oh. Then, I wouldn't know."

"Um… okaaay… fair enough…"

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"So, Mr. Potter, has Jessie's living accommodation been decided?"

"Yes, professor. We decided that she'd have her own room, though it has to be accessible through either mine or Lily's."

'So it is indeed Lily now?' Dumbledore pondered. That would mean that Madame Pomfrey hadn't been joking when she had announced the change earlier at the staff table. 'Hmmm…'

"Of course, Mr. Potter, that was in the original plan, was it not?"

"I only thought to remind you, sir."

"I may be quite old, Mr. Potter, but I assure you that my memory is still quite intact. Now, Ms. Evans, do you have any questions? You've been silent thus far."

"Sorry sir. I was just wondering when, exactly, we would be staying in the Head Dorms, and if this kind of- isolation, if I may- would be safer for Jessie…"

"All plausible doubts, I assure you, Ms. Evans, but don't worry. Jessie's safety is paramount. And as to when you can move into the Head Dorms…" he glanced owlishly at the clock above his head. "I will escort you to the Dorm… now."

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The Heads Dorm was on the 7th floor, near the Teacher's Staffroom. Dumbledore accompanied the teens and Jessie as they trudged up step after step after step. After a while, Jessie began yawning.

"How can she be sleepy!" James asked incredulously, "when all she had to do was lean on whoever's carrying her and be as cute as possible? We're the ones who've had to trudge up all there stairs!"

This prompted a smile on Lily's face. "That's what babies do, James. Sit tight and look cute. They're good at it, you have to admit."

"Hmm…" James replied, as Lily took Jessie in her arms. "Hey, we're here!"

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'Here' was in front of a painting of two toddlers, who were playing with some blocks. When Jessie saw it, she reached out and touched the canvas, as if she could touch the other children.

"How cute!" Lily exclaimed, bouncing Jessie up and down.

James, however, said nothing, watching the children on the canvas.

The boy had dark hair and eyes, while the girl had light sandy colored hair and brilliantly green eyes. James looked up at Dumbledore, waiting for an explanation, but the Headmaster seemed extremely preoccupied with something he saw on the ceiling. James wondered if it was supposed to be a sign, the way the painting seemed to be so alike him and Lily.

Just then, as James watched, the boy handed the girl a block. She looked at it for a moment, turning it over in her hand, then, without warning or provocation, threw the block at the boy's head. It hit him square on the forehead and he crawled out of the frame, crying.

James winced. 'It's a sign, alright. Ouch!'

"Oh, Mr. Potter, Ms. Evans, the password is 'Lumina'. This is only temporary, and you can change it at your leisure, of course. Now, I best be off, and you best go in…"

James and Lily nodded, and stepped up to the painting.

"Lumina." James said, and the picture simply faded into nothing, allowing them to walk in, then solidifying behind them once more.

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Lily's breath caught in her throat when she walked through the painting. She was in a common room of sorts, the walls a stunning white, with shimmering red and gold patterns on it (which seemed to change, she noticed), the furniture a deep red, like velvet. There was a massive fireplace at one side, which seemed to be made of white marble. The floor was covered in white carpet, so soft and thick, it came up to her ankles. There were large bay windows, with thick red drapes, fluttering in the night breeze. Subtle gold accents flashed everywhere. There was also a grand staircase in the middle of the room, which led to three different doors. Lily walked up the stair, to the left-most door, and read the plaque.

"Lily Gabrielle Evans" It read, in Lily's own neat cursive. "Head Girl". Lily felt a surge of pride at the sight of her name. Then she noticed a piece of paper stuck underneath the plaque. She pulled it off and opened it.

Ms. Evans, it read.

Congratulations once more on making Head Girl. Once you enter your room, please give it time to adjust and to fit you. I'd suggest closing your eyes. It won't take long. Congratulations.

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster

'What the?' Then she shrugged, deciding to give Dumbledore the benefit of the doubt. She walked into the room and saw blank wall, windowless and glaring in its whiteness. 'What?' She remembered Dumbledore's note and closed her eyes, though feeling slightly foolish. When she opened them a few moments later, however, she was beyond stunned. The once-bare walls had painted themselves a soft cream color, with large ambiguous swirls of the deepest jade, shimmery, like liquid glitter. Lily also found that she had several bay windows at her disposal. Carpet, thick, like she liked it, on the floor, the same shade as the swirls on the wall. Deep emerald green, she liked to call it. A king-sized four-poster bed, the bedspread green with gold accents, and many pillows on it, some green, some gold, and some white. And cuddled up right on the bed, incongruous among all the green, a little ball of orange and white fluff, which was snoring gently.

"SanChi!" She walked on, across the landing. The delicate-looking little cat raised its head sleepily for a scratch or two, then collapsed again, soon snoring once more. "Sheesh." Lily said, gazing lovingly at the little cat, before leaving her beautiful room, (rather grudgingly) to explore the rest of the dorm.

She walked across the landing to the next door, which claimed that it lead to a bathroom. She decided to give it the benefit of the doubt.

James had also gone upstairs and came out of his room, carrying Jessie, just as Lily walked toward his door. She didn't notice what his plaque read, because he dragged her in.

"Come to Jessie's room. We can design it together."

She barely had time to notice his room (black with red and gold touches, befitting a Gryffindor, as it should.) when he pulled her into what seemed to be plain wall.

"What-" The words barely left her mouth when she found herself in another blank room. Knowing what to do now, Lily closed her eyes, seeing James, and even Jessie, do the same. She imagined the room she wanted for Jessie. In a few minutes, she opened her eyes to paradise. If you were a baby, at least. It was a large, brightly colored room, filled with stuffed toys and other playthings, and containing a large crib, changing area, and even a play house, large enough to house a real family of about 4. There were rocking horses, and even a mini merry-go-round.

"A carousel?" she asked, turning to James. He shrugged.

"I don't know… it seemed nice. And besides, I always wanted a carousel in my room. Never mind." He said hastily, seeing Lily's raised eyebrow.

"Really? Cute."

"NO! NOT really." Vehemently, and even to his own ears, James knew he was lying.

"Adorable! Personally, though, I always wanted a pony. A real one."

"Oh. Fair enough." James said, for lack of anything else to say.

He put a happily cooing Jessie on the carpet. She crawled around and laughed gleefully, crawling over to a stuffed dolphin, which was as big as she was, and cuddling it.

"Awww…" Lily said, going over to join 'her' baby.

James, watching from the doorway, smiled contentedly. 'One day…' he thought, 'he and Lily would have a place like this, and it would be like this moment…' then he snorted, mentally. 'Like that'll ever happen… she hates my guts. Still hates my guts. Will forever hate my guts.' What he wouldn't give to make this moment last forever. He sighed, noticing the door that connected to Lily's room.

There was nothing he could do. And when Jessie cooed inquiringly in his direction, he followed Lily's lead and sat down to play.

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A/N: SHORT! I'm sorry, but it's tests this week and next, so it's got to be heartbreakingly short… Sorry… Please review though…