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"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Positive."
"It's a big step Lily, they'll get it if you're not ready-"
"I have to. I'll go back to collect my stuff when I'm cured, and then I'll sell the house."
"I'm coming. When you do go back, I mean."
"I don't think I would be able to go back there if you weren't coming too."
"Good, because I'm coming no matter what."
"You really want to go through with this?"
James looks outraged, sitting bolt upright in the chair next to my bed in the hospital wing.
"James, the Healer said that it's the best option, and I don't know about you, but I'd like to get rid of this curse thing as soon as possible."
"But it's experimental!"
"I am aware of this, James."
"Experimental! Do you know what that means?"
"Yes," say evenly; I'm trying my best not to lose my temper.
"It means that they've never done it before! It means that it might not work!"
"Well, I'd rather have them do something to try and fix it that could work, than stay in the Hospital Wing for eternity!"
"It's just..." James looks defeated, and I reach for his hand, stroking his palm with my thumb.
"I know James, I know, I know that you don't like the idea, because it's a bit outside the box-"
"A bit outside the box! I don't think the person who thought it up knows that the box exists! An operation! What even is that?"
"It's a Muggle procedure-"
"Ooooh, now they're using Muggle procedures on you-"
"Don't you go all anti-Muggle on me now James, Remus told me about the time you fell in love with that toaster."
"Yes but...but...this is completely different! This is a curse! How is this operation thing supposed to help?"
"They're going to remove it, like surgeons in the Muggle world do every single day."
"What's a surgeon?"
"A surgeon is like a specialised doctor."
"Woah! You never mentioned doctors!"
"What's wrong with doctors?"
"Doctors..." He shudders. "Muggle nutters. Don't they cut people up?"
"Some of them do, but-"
"Wait! Are they going to cut you up?"
"They're not going to cut me up, they're just going to-"
"Are they going to cut you up?"
I sigh.
"James-"
"They are, aren't they? They're going to cut you up! Oh Merlin! They're going to cut you up! Alice!"
He yells at Alice, who's just come in, and beckons her over frantically.
"Alice! Muggle nutters are going to cut Lily up!"
"What?"
"MUGGLE NUTTERS ARE GOING TO CUT LILY UP!"
"Mr Potter, control yourself!"
"But Madam Pomfrey, Muggle nutters are going to cut Lily up! You seriously can't think that this is a good idea!"
The older witch shakes her head and looks at me wearily.
"Miss Evans, what on earth is Mr Potter talking about?"
"He's talking about the operation I'm having later. He...umm...got a bit...confused."
I look over at James, who's now practically hyperventilating.
"Mr Potter! Mr Potter, no Muggles or nutters are going to be cutting Miss Evans up. She will be having an operation, which is a Muggle procedure, in order to remove the curse where they have contained it in her lower back. She will be in recovery for 24 hours in St Mungo's and then she will be checked over, and sent back here for another day. If no symptoms arise in that time, she will meet with the Headmaster to discuss her situation, and then she will be discharged and be monitored for a while. If the operation works, and they assure me that it will, then Miss Evans will completely cured."
I've never liked hospitals.
They're so white, and clean and cold.
So as I'm waiting to be Floo'ed to St Mungo's, I'm scared.
But I'm nothing compared to James.
He's pacing backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards.
He keeps pushing his glasses up his nose, so that they cut into his head painfully.
Madam Pomfrey is fussing, playing with the Floo Powder nervously, and even Professor McGonagall looks stressed.
Professor Dumbledore is nowhere to be seen.
The clock in the corner chimes, and Madam Pomfrey comes over, speaking softly.
"OK, Miss Evans it's time to go."
My stomach aches from nerves, and I've been clenching my fists, so when I release them, there are half-moon shaped dents in my palms from my nails.
"Mr Potter, it's time to say goodbye."
I feel sick.
James stops abruptly and kneels next to my bed, squeezing my hands tightly.
"Hey."
"Hey, Lily."
There's a moment of scary silence.
"I'm scared, James."
"I know. I know, Lily. But it's going to be fine, you know that, right? I'll see you soon."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
He kisses me on the forehead, and I pull him into a hug, ignoring the pain in my back, and I can feel him shaking.
"Bye."
"Bye."
They roll the bed into the warm flames, and then I'm whirling, spinning, being thrown all over the place.
I arrive, bed and all, coughing and spluttering, and a lady in uniform wheels me out, down the corridor, around the corner, chatting to me without pausing, or breathing, it seems.
She's telling me all about her holiday and how everything's going to be fine and how my hair is a wonderful colour, and how she's heard all about me and that's it's going to be fine, dearie, just fine.
I'm glad that she's there, because right now, I feel alone.
I'm rolled into a room filled with people and trays of equipment, and suddenly I'm overwhelmed, shaking, absolutely terrified.
I've never had an operation before, and I'm scared.
Really scared.
The lady asks me questions, and I whisper the answers, trying to breathe calmly.
Name? Lily Evans.
Age? Seventeen.
Injured area? Lower back.
How am I feeling? Absolutely bleeding terrified.
Then there's a man, and I recognise him, he's the Head Healer, the man from school, and I'm panicking, really panicking now.
He tells me that it's okay, that's it's going to be fine, and then someone points a wand and me and I'm gone.
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