I'm standing in the middle of a forest, where the fog is so thick that it not only makes it hard to see, but chokes me as well. I cough, struggling for air. I look around wildly, confused by my surroundings. I can hear faint voices, they whisper to me so quietly that I can't make out anything but my name, which they keep repeating over and over.

Even the trees look dark and twisted, as if their roots are embedded in evil and twist up into crooked and hollow branches. I walk through the fog towards the voices, and as I get closer, I reach for my wand. But it's nowhere to be found. I pat my pockets repeatedly, but it's not there. Even more confused, I trip over a branch that has broken off recently right into my path. I get to my feet and wipe my hands on my jeans to get the dirt off, until I realize that the consistency of the substance on my hands isn't dirt. I look down at the forest floor, and realize in horror that the floor is not covered in dirt and grass and stick. Instead, blood and human remains and pieces of bone cover the floor. My hands start to shake and tears well up in my eyes as I slowly turn my hands over and find that they are covered in blood and maggots.

I scream, and the voices grow in intensity. Urging me to come forward, cheering at my dismay. I brush my hands off several times on my jeans and try to shake the remainder of the maggots off. The maggots come off easily, squirming in a pile at my feet. However, the blood stains my hands a bright rusty red, and tears fall down my face. I swallow the vomit rising in my throat, and continue walking, trying to avoid looking at the intestines and pieces of torn off flesh and the maggots that crawl all over them. I try to ignore the sounds of bones crushing under my boots with every step I take. And I try to pretend that I don't see the tiny skulls of children that lay scattered all around me.

As I get closer to the voices, I can hear them more clearly. Until I get close enough, that I realize it's not multiple voices, just mine. I touch my lips just to be sure that the sound isn't coming from my mouth, and my voice starts to speak again. But my voice isn't speaking, it's singing. And it's not a direct copy of my voice, but a distorted version that sends shivers up my spine. I strain to listen to the exact words, and regret it immediately when I do.

Deep in the meadow, under the willow

A bed of bones, hearts for a pillow

Lay down your head and close your eyes

And when they open, you'll die

Here it's cold, here it's dark

Here the blood will wash over you

Here your nightmares are true and there is no escape

Here is the place where you spend eternity

I swallow hard. It's the song that I sang to Kaitlynn when she was dying, but a very twisted and evil version. Where am I? This seems like a place that only Voldemort himself could design. I feel a tapping on my shoulder, and I turn around quickly. My mouth falls open at the sight before me. Kaitlynn stands there, arm still outstretched. She's wearing a long black dress, and she is soaked from head to toe in blood. She has a gaping hole in her chest from where the arrow hit her, and I can see her heart being feasted on by maggots through the hole. I gag, and this time I can't choke back my vomit. I bend at my knees, and throw up, until there's not even any stomach acid left for me to vomit.

She reaches out a blood soaked hand, and points her finger at me, "You let me die."

I shake my head, tears pouring down my face, "No, I tried, I tried to save you. I just wasn't strong enough."

"No!" She shrieks at me, "You did this to me, Aunt Lily. You are the only reason that I'm dead."

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you," I shake my head again and choke on a sob, "I didn't kill you. I didn't want for any of this to happen."

"Of course you did, Lily," I look up and see Molly standing beside Kaitlynn.

I choke on my breath at the sight of her. Molly is wearing a long black dress, identical to Kaitlynn's. And like my niece, Molly is also covered from head to toe in blood. Her neck is still slashed from when I killed her, hanging on only by a few tendons. I can see maggots crawling around in Molly's neck, wiggling up her wound until she spits one blood covered maggot out on the ground, and it squirms violently. Fear floods me, overpowering me like it never has before.

"Don't let her lie to you, Kaitlynn," Molly places her hand on Kaitlynn's shoulder, "She killed me. She won't deny it, she did what she had to do so that she could survive. She's a selfish bitch."

"No," I whisper, "I didn't want to kill you Molly. I didn't. But you tried to kill me and Scorpius, and I did what I had to do to survive."

"Lies!" Molly shrieks. Her mouth twists up into a half smile and she points at my stomach, "But you're starting to rot too, Potter. It won't be long before you join us and face what you have done."

I look down at my stomach, and sure enough my shirt is soaked in blood. Frantically, I lift my shirt and find that the spot where Molly had carved my name is bleeding profusely. I press my fingers to it, and scream when a maggot squirms onto my finger. They wiggle around inside of my wound, devouring my flesh. I scream and scream until I have all but lost my voice. Tears flow down my cheeks freely as I sob and frantically try to dig the maggots from my flesh. But it's too no use.

I look up at Molly and Kaitlynn and plead, "Please help me! Please help! Make them stop! Please make them stop!"

Molly shakes her head and laughs, enjoying my suffering. To my surprise, Kaitlynn begins to laugh as well. The fog is rolling in heavier now, starting to consume them from my view.

"No wait," I scream, still trying to dig the maggots out, "Kaitlynn, I'm sorry! Kaitlynn please!"

All I hear in response is their manic laughter. The fog begins to roll in thicker, until it consumes me too.

"Wake up! Lily, wake up!" Someone is shaking me violently.

I open my eyes and bright lights flood in. I sit up quickly, eyes wild and frantic and my body ready to fight. I look around myself in disarray, until someone reaches out and touches me. I scream loudly, and Scorpius pulls his hand back and looks at me with tears in his eyes. It's just Scorpius, my brain tries to calm my irrational body, he's not going to hurt you. I take a deep breath and manage to choke out, "Where am I?"

Scorpius takes a deep and relieved breath, "We're home, babe. You're safe."

I look down at my stomach which is still covered by the blanket, "And the maggots?"

Someone moves from the corner of the room, and my father is sitting on the end of my bed across from me, "Lily, there are no maggots."

I yank down the covers quickly, and lift up my tee shirt to find that my father isn't lying. The only thing left of the wound that Molly gave me in the Games is the scar. I take a few deep breaths and lay back down against the pillows, "It was just a dream."

"Yes," Scorpius affirms, taking my hand, "You had a horrible nightmare. I couldn't get you to wake up, and you were screaming so loud that you woke the twins up as well. I didn't know what to do, so I called your father and mother."

I squeeze his hand, still unraveled by my dream, "Thank you."

"Ginny is with the twins," My father clears his throat, "I'm going to give you a second to get dressed, Lily."

I nod my head slowly, still in shock. Anxiety bubbles up deep inside of me, and I take a few more deep breaths to try to tame the part of me that just broke and split into a million different pieces. Scorpius turns to me and raises his eyebrow, "What was your dream about?"

I shake my head, tears welling up in my eyes at the thought of it, "I don't want to talk about it."

Scorpius moves closer to me, enveloping me in his warm embrace, "I have bad dreams still too, love. You can tell me."

I take a few more deep breaths as I lay my head on Scorpius' chest. He runs his fingers through my hair and it soothes me. I take a few more deep breaths, and try to focus on the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Finally I manage to shake my head and say, "It was just about the Games."

"Oh," Scorpius stiffens and his hand falls, "I get those sometimes too."

After a few minutes of silence I say, "I should be happy. We have this beautiful home, and two happy and healthy babies."

"But?" Scorpius raises an eyebrow.

"But, I'm afraid of having it all ripped away," I say quietly.

Scorpius frowns at me, "That's not it. There's something else that you're not telling me."

I sigh heavily and look away from Scorpius' watchful eyes, "I want to kill Voldemort for what he's done and what he's made me do. I want to kill him and I want to burn every thing that he has created to the ground and dance on the ashes."

Scorpius looks at me surprised. After another few minutes of silence, he clears his throat and asks, "Are you sure?"

I nod my head, "I have never been more sure about anything in my entire life."

Scorpius tilts my head back to look at him, "Tell me what you need me to do then,"

"I need you to understand," I whisper, "I need you to understand why killing him is worth everything that we have."

Scorpius frowns, "The twins?"

"No, not them." I shake my head, "But our twins will never survive in a world with Voldemort in it. You saw what he did to me and to you. And to every single innocent child that was put in the arena with us or before us. He's never going to stop unless I stop him."

Scorpius looks me directly in my eyes and says, "I'm with you then, all the way."

"Lily?" My father is waiting at the bottom of the stairs to mine and Scorpius' bedroom with his arms crossed tightly across his chest, "Can we have a minute to talk?"

Scorpius looks at me confused, but I ignore him and nod my head, "Sure."

I follow my father down the stairs, until Scorpius grabs my elbow, "Is everything okay?"

I nod my head, "Yes of course,"

Scorpius looks at me hesitantly, "Have I ever told you that you are an absolutely horrible liar?"

I offer Scorpius a weak smile.

My father stops and turns back to me, "Maybe Scorpius would care to join us?"

I look at my father suspiciously, I'm not sure what he has to say but if it's about the updated prophecy then Scorpius is going to kill me for not telling him about the original.

Before I can object, Scorpius steps forward, "Thank you, sir. That would make me feel a lot more comfortable."

My father leads us to the gazebo outside and gestures for us to sit down.

"What's all this about, Dad?"

My father sighs heavily, "Lily have you told Scorpius about the prophecy yet?"

I shake my head.

Scorpius looks at me confused, "What prophecy?"

I clear my throat and reach for Scorpius' hand that he has sitting in his lap, "My prophecy, sweetheart."

"You have a prophecy?" He raises his eyebrow.

"Yes honey," I sigh, "Everyone in this family does I'm sure."

My father shrugs at this, "You're not wrong. The Potter and Weasley family has been tied in so closely with history that they make one for each member of our family."

"What does your prophecy say?" Scorpius asks.

"The original prophecy stated that Lily has until her eighteenth birthday to kill Voldemort. After that, there is no coexisting." My father says.

Scorpius squeezes my hand so tight I think he might break one of my fingers. He looks at me like he's just seeing me for the first time and asks, "How long have you known about this?"

"Since my seventeenth birthday," I sigh.

"Lily," Scorpius rubs his forehead, "It's almost Christmas. Why in Merlin's name would you wait this long to tell me?"

"I found out I was pregnant that night too," I stare down at the table, "You had enough to process. This was my weight to bear, not yours."

"We're engaged to be married," Scorpius squeezes my hand again, "You don't need to go through anything by yourself anymore."

"I know," I swallow hard, "I just thought that if you knew you might lose your mind."

Scorpius sighs heavily, "Don't worry about me. It's just a prophecy."

"A prophecy is what sent Voldemort after a baby," I glance at my father.

"That prophecy was the start to Voldemort's downfall," My father says, "He was so afraid to lose any power that he sought out to kill me, and in the end just created a Horcrux by mistake."

"Daddy, it's been a long time since the Battle of Hogwarts and we're still sitting here under Voldemort's rule. He hasn't lost any power, if anything, he's gained some."

"The Battle of Hogwarts should never have gone that way," My father rubs his temples, "Neville was so close to killing the snake, and then it would have just been me and him..."

"Mr. Potter," Scorpius clears his throat, "We're getting a little off topic. Why did you come all this way to talk to your daughter and myself?"

"Right of course," My father nods, "Well the wording of Lily's prophecy has changed."

My father doesn't speak for a while, meaning that whatever he found out wasn't good. I can tell by the dark circles under his eyes, the wrinkles in his forehead, and the way he won't even look me in the eye.

I bite my lip, "Just tell me whatever it is, Dad. I can handle it."

Scorpius squeezes my hand again as we wait nervously for my father to speak.

After another few minutes of silence my father speaks, still not looking up from the table, "These prophecies aren't always right. In most cases they're misleading, and they do more harm than good."

I stand up frustrated, "Just spit it out."

"The exact wording?" My father looks up at me.

I ring my hands, "Yes for Merlin's sake!"

My father shakily stands, "The daughter of the Chosen One will sacrifice herself to save the unity of Potter and Riddle blood on the day of her eighteenth birthday. In the end, only the bond of love will end the Dark Lord's reign once and for all."

I take a deep breath and sit back down, deflated.

Scorpius looks at me, his gray eyes swirling with emotion, "Well that settles it then."

I raise my eyebrows at Scorpius, confused. But he gives me no answer. Instead, he walks towards the dock. I sit there in a stunned silence, and I watch as he falls to his knees in the sand, burying his face in his hands. I look at the waves on the shore and the sand as it blows in the wind, anything to distract me from my vision blurring and the sinking feeling of defeat in my chest.

I'm not sure how long I sat there, only aware of my father's lips pressing against my forehead as he leaves me outside with my thoughts. Only aware of Scorpius sitting there with his knees in the sand, looking at the waves and sky for guidance. I swallow hard, and after a long while, I bring myself to my feet. Numbly I walk towards him, and sit down in the sand beside him. I reach out and grab his hand, which is soaked in salty tears that has made sand cling to him.

"It's going to be okay," I tell him, not believing the words coming from my mouth.

Startled, he looks up at me. His face is red and damp, and his dark blond hair is disheveled, "I can't lose you."

I choke back a sob at his appearance, and take a deep breath to steady myself, "You can. You have to,"

"No," He shakes his head, and wipes at the tears with his free hand.

"Yes," I say forcefully, "You have to."

He shakes his head again and anger flares up inside of me, "You have to do it for me. I fought so hard to keep our babies safe. You have to promise me that you will take care of them when I'm gone. You can't let anything that I have done or will do for them go to waste. You need to protect them, and you need to promise me that you will."

"Gone?" Scorpius laughs miserably, "Don't phrase it like you're going on a vacation. You're going to be dead, Lily, rotting six feet under the ground."

I look down at our hands intertwined, "Don't think of it like that. I gave those babies life. And from the moment that I knew that they were growing in my belly, I have loved them. I have fought for them. I have kept them safe. I won't stop doing it now."

"This just doesn't make any sense," Scorpius picks up a handful of sand and chucks it at the water, "Were our lives just some sort of cosmic joke? I mean what's the point? What's the point in me loving you and you loving me? What's the point of going through all this pain and suffering just to lose each other in the end?"

I sigh heavily, "You will always have a piece of me with you. You own my heart, Scorpius. And our babies will always keep a piece of me with you. They will remind you of why this is all happening. They will always be proof of our unconditional love for each other and for them. I won't let them die, and you need to promise me that you will not mourn me or let them see you cry. You need to act like it's okay, when I die. You need to be strong for them, and you need to make sure that they can lean on you. And most importantly, you need to make sure that they know that what me sacrificing myself for them is not their fault, because they will blame themselves."

Scorpius shakes his head and pulls his hand out of my grasp, "Why can't our parents raise them? Tell them how much we loved each other, and how much we loved them."

"You can't be serious, Scor." I shake my head in disbelief, "You can't just go and off yourself. This isn't the Games, there's more at stake here than just me and you. They're not going to have a mother for very long, they need to have their father."

"I'm not going to kill myself," Scorpius shakes his head, "No, what our babies need is to grow up in a world without Voldemort. And if you have to die, I will make sure that I murder Voldemort if it's the last thing that I do."

"We have time to prepare," I sigh, "Maybe it won't come to that. Maybe the prophecy is wrong. I mean, I can kill him. I know I can, I just need to train and I have to be a part of this rebellion. I have to know his weaknesses and we have to find that snake. It's his only horcrux left,"

"That we know about," Scorpius scoffs.

"He won't make another one, it's too risky. He has kept that snake hidden for all of these years. Until we kill that snake, he's untouchable. But someone in all these years has to have seen it. If we find out who knows where that snake is at, then we can kill it. And I can kill him before it even comes to me sacrificing myself."

Scorpius looks at me, "And how on earth do you think you're going to infiltrate Voldemort's inner circle of Death Eaters? How do we even know that anyone has ever seen this snake? There's absolutely no proof that says anyone has seen it since the Battle of Hogwarts."

"I'll figure it out," I tell him, "I'll research and team up with the districts. They're already starting to rebel, it won't take much to push them over the edge."

Scorpius sighs heavily, his eyes finally devoid of tears, "We could just run from all of this, leave everything behind and start a new life with new names, new looks. Raise our children together, and make sure they have both of their parents."

"He would find us," I say, trying to deny the appeal of Scorpius' idea, "It wouldn't be like after the Battle of Hogwarts. Voldemort searched for my dad sure, but not as hard as he would search for me. I defied him, Scorpius, blatantly. I started this rebellion, and he wants me dead. He loses all control if he doesn't have a parade with my dead body as the main float. He won't rest, until I'm dead. And every member of my family is too. Maybe Voldemort wouldn't find us, but do you want to sacrifice our families and every innocent person that will die in the wake of us leaving? Think of all the kids that will die in the Wizarding Games, think of how I swore to take him down for what he did to us in those Games. I couldn't live with myself if we left,"

"It was just an idea," Scorpius runs a hand through his hair.

"I'm sick of hiding," I stand up, "I don't want to run anymore. I don't want to spend the rest of my life as a coward. We can do this."

"You really think so?" Scorpius looks up at me, squinting his eyes from the blinding sunlight, "You really think we can kill him and take everything he's built down and burn it to the ground before your eighteenth birthday?"

I reach my hand out to Scorpius and he takes it. I help him to his feet and say, "I don't know, but I'm not going down without a hell of a fight."

Scorpius sighs heavily and nods. He wraps his arms around me and holds me close.

"Okay," He concedes, "I'll do some research and I'll help with the rebellion too. I'm going to save you, Lily."

I pull away from his embrace, "Don't make promises you can't keep."

Scorpius leans down and briefly presses his lips to mine, "I can keep this promise."