"Well?" she asked urgently. They both turned to look at Lily. Seconds passed...minutes... James swore under his breath. Then, suddenly, Lily bolted upright, breathing hard.
"Ah, miss Evans," said Dumbledore calmly. She looked at him in a wierd way as if she wasn't exactly sure what he was doing there. Dumbledore smiled at her.
"How are you feeling?" Lily held a hand to her head and groaned.
"Swell," she said in a low voice. James hurried to her bedside, but she didn't seem to notice. She just stared forward, expression blank.
"Now, Miss Evans," said Dumbledore, moving closer. "I know this is a bad time, but it's better if you tell us what happened now, please."
"What?" asked James frantically. "What do you have to ask her now, for? She's only just got up! She needs rest."
"Potter, we have to find out what happened now," said Professor Mgonagall forcibly. "If she goes to sleep or has a rest, her mind could push what happened behind her and then we'll never be able to find out who who the attacker was."
The attacker...James felt asperity blow up inside of him. Wait till he caught hold of whoever did this...he was going to wring their slimy little necks...
"Potter, if you want what happened to Lily to happen to many others, you may stay with her. But she is not the first victim, therefore, she is not the last. I trust you remember what happened to Mary a couple of years back...?"
"Mary," said Lily suddenly. Everyone looked around at her. She held a hand up to her head. "I...I...rememeber..."
"What do you remember, Miss Evans?" asked Professor Mgongall urgently, hurrying forwards.
"I..." Lily frowned. "I don't know."
"Stop pressuring her!" yelled James. He pulled Lily closer to him, stroking her hair.
"We are not pressuring her, James," said Dumbledore calmly. "Although..." He turned to Professor Mgonagall.
"Minerva, I must ask you to run up to Professor Slughorn and say that I require some Veritaserum."
"What?" cried James. "How is she supposed to tell the truth when she doesn't know what happened herself?"
"Potter, there have been cases of where the victim managed to tell us what happened, it was just lodged in the back of their mind."
"Stop talking about her freaking mind!" yelled James loudly.
"James," said Lily softly. "Please just...just leave it." She turned to Dumbledroe.
"I agree to taking the truth potion, Professor," she said. "But I highly doubt you will get anything from me."
"A wise choice, Miss Evans," said Dumbledore, smiling. He turned to Professor Mgonagall and nodded his head. Shooting a last, worried look at Lily, she gathered the end of her robes and hurried towards the exit.
"James...you don't have to be here," said Lily, looking up at him.
"I want to," he said.
"Just...promise you won't go looking for the person, James," said Lily desperately. He looked away.
"James! Please..." He turned back to her.
"I promise," he said softly. Only Dumbeldore noticed he had crossed his fingers. She smiled gratefully at him and then went to sleep.