Author Notes:

Author Notes:

Here's the long awaited (yea right ^-^0) continuation of A Magic Unborn! *silence* Hehe… All right… a grateful thanks to everyone who has reviewed! Hope you all like this part!

Usual disclaimers apply.

Summary: Lily is spending the vacation at James's estate. Arabella, Mundungus, Sirius, Remus and Peter plan to visit them eventually. It has been 3 weeks into the vacation. Lily's mother and father had separated and Petunia (under her father's custody) loathes Lily because she believes it was her fault that their parent's split. Lily's mother is now spending her time at Hogwarts with Dumbledore – Nicolas Potter, James's father, would not allow her to also stay at his estate. (James's mother died giving birth to James, but Lily does not know that)

A Magic Unborn- Part 3

By Iris Marie

"What is wrong with you, girl!?" Nicolas Potter screamed watching as Lily, once more, couldn't channel her magic. James stood by her side, his golden light flaring about him. His target had been hit and destroyed by a simple blast and hers was still standing… unmarked.

"I just…" Lily began, but Mr. Potter was already speaking.

"All you have to do is visualize the magic gathering at your fingertip and then when you see and feel it there, you release it!" He yelled, his wand held out and pointing at her in frustration. "What's so hard about that? You… boy," Nicolas snapped, his eyes not even glancing towards his son. "Show her how it is done."

James sighed, his finger again outstretched. Upon closing his eyes, he pictured the target and called upon his magic. Golden light began to shimmer on his arm and he willed it to form at the tip of his finger. His whole arm was tingling with the sensation, his whole body and mind was responding to the pain it caused to just focus it – and then it was released.

A blast and then a bit of smoke ensued – the target was hit. Nicolas then turned back to Lily. "You see? Now, you do it!" He yelled, conjuring another target that was to be practiced upon. James felt slightly dizzy and was about to sit down when his father gave him a sharp look. "Don't even try it boy," he yelled. He went back to Lily. "Close your eyes and focus!"

Lily, half petrified and half exhausted, listened to the command and closed her eyes. "Picture the target!" Nicolas barked. She pictured it, the stuffed dummy with those button eyes being levitated above the ground. Pricks were spreading throughout her arm as she tried to gather her magic to her finger. Those pricks soon led to her skin feeling as if it was being tightened and her muscles were being ripped apart. "Channel it!" Nicolas yelled in the background, but she could hardly hear his voice. A deep roaring was again flooding her ears like all the other times – her hold to her magic was loosening.

Then, out of nowhere, the roaring ceased and the pain vanished. She opened her eyes in surprise and instead of seeing her own silver light, she was invited to the sight of silver and gold being mixed together. In the far distance the target was destroyed. Nicolas Potter nodded his head. "Better then nothing," he muttered. "You, boy," he yelled, not seeming to notice that his son's light was being mixed with Lily's. "Take her to her room. I don't want to face you slow brats anymore till tomorrow." And with that, he turned around and walked back to his castle.

Lily stood there, staring at James in confusion. He smiled and then collapsed to all fours on the ground. She was about to run to him, but he raised his hand to stop her. "No… I'm fine… just tired…"

"Thanks," she said, "for the help with that…" She nodded towards the destroyed target.

"I didn't do it out of the kindness of my own heart," he said. She stared at him. "Not to sound mean or anything, but you were the one who was screaming at me to help."

"I wasn't screaming," she said defensively.

"Yeah you were," James said, this time allowing her to help him get back to his feet. "Screaming like a banshee for me to do something." Before she could protest, he nudged her forward. "C'mon, we're both tired. I can't wait to collapse on my bed and rest!"

Nicolas Potter stared from his window at the two figures walking back up the estate. His wand was flickering as his eyes caught the remains of the destroyed targets. Such power for two children to possess and they didn't even take it seriously. That magic could have been well off if it were in his hands – he wouldn't be taking it for granted the way they were doing… the way the girl was doing!

His palms clasped tightly, trying to feel how it would feel for that kind of magic to be pounding in his hands. He closed his eyes and smiled through the thought of that sensation – that wanting.

Lily sat upon her bed, tired, but not that tired. James had long since retired to his room next to hers. Sighing, she stood up and began looking about her room. Originally, it was supposedly the room that James late mother had accompanied. She had questioned him about it, but he'd just turn stiff and look away.

"Angelyn Potter," Lily muttered softly, outlining the carved letters on the little chest she had found taped beneath her bed. She had discovered it the first day in her room. At first, she wanted to go to James and tell him of her find, but she knew, deep inside, that he didn't want anything associated with it. "Angelyn Potter," she muttered again, wondering why there were no portraits or pictures of her anywhere within the mansion.

"That's dangerous territory to be treading upon, my dear," a voice resounded about the room and Lily sat up, staring wildly about for the bearer of the voice. "Over here, my dear." The mirror that was propped against the dresser had somehow sprouted two eyes of it's own on the silver surface and Lily stared at it in shock. "Don't act so surprised. If you are shocked by me, wait till you meet Shodia."

"Shodia?" Lily asked, confused.

"Yes, Master Potter's personal shoes that he wears at certain occasions."

Lily grinned, trying to picture a shoe that could talk, but then she focused back on what the mirror had previously said. "What is so dangerous?"

"Talking about… well… her."

"Angelyn Potter?" Lily asked, but the mirror seemed to squint at the name.

"Child, please, try not to say that name so freely in this house."

"I don't…"

But the mirror rolled its eyes and instead said, "Shouldn't you be introducing yourself first before we begin talking with familiarity?"

"I'm Lily Evans."

"Nice to meet you Lily. What a darling name you have, yes, quite pretty. I am Mirilyrn."

Lily smiled, but her curiosity got the better of her. "What happened to Mrs. Potter?"

Mirilyrn sighed. "First you must understand the Potters. It's one of the oldest family lines and also one of the most powerful – also produces some of the greatest wizards. Angelyn was born as a Malfoy-"

"A Malfoy!?" Lily cried out, thinking of Lucius Malfoy. "James is related to Lucius!?!?"

The mirror seemed somewhat annoyed at being interrupted, but dismissed it. "Yes, that's also why there is such tension between the two dueling families. Both families did not want Nicolas to marry Angelyn, but the two did it anyway. But then, when Angelyn died at the birth of James, the Malfoys blamed the Potters for her death. If the two had not married, Angelyn would be alive today.

"So, they have been battling each other, the Malfoys soon demanding money from the Potters to console their lose. Nicolas's parents have long since deceased and Nicolas refuses to give them their money – you must have heard about the Potter and Malfoy money fight."

Lily sat there upon the bed, astonished. "But Mr. Potter acts so mean… so cold… so cruel…"

"He was once so very different when Angelyn was alive, you must understand that," Mirilyrn said. "But he became twisted when she died… he couldn't cope. Then James with his vibrant ways reminded Nicolas too much of Angelyn that he grew apart from his son and now won't even refer to him as his son."

Lily stared down at the chest in her lap. "Does James know he is related to Lucius?"

"Oh, they both know," Mirilyrn said, "but it is forbidden to mention it. And I mean forbidden."

Lily nodded, knowing that that extra 'forbidden' word was directed to her. "Mirilyrn?" Lily said, staring at the chest. "Did you know Angelyn?"

The mirror's eyes lighted up with warmth at the thought. "Ah yes, she had the name that defined her quite well. Angelyn was an angel in every way. I admit, she may not have been gorgeous, but she loved life so much… she loved Master Potter so much…" The mirror trailed off. "It's a pity at how Nicolas has turned out. A greater pity that it is all to James's cost. Poor little James…" The mirror silenced and Lily now was stroking the chest. Finally, coming to a conclusion, she stood up and grabbed her wand that was on the nearby dresser.

"What are you doing, my dear?" Mirilyrn asked.

"I want to know what's in the chest," Lily responded quite calmly. Mirilyrn was about to say something, but Lily was too quick. "Alohomora!" Lily yelled, the magic from her wand hitting the chest, but then disappearing into nothing. "What…?"

The mirror sighed. "You can't possibly think that it would be that easy to open that chest, do you?" Lily opened her mouth, but no sound came out. "Angelyn was barely secretive about anything, but the one thing she kept secret even from Nicolas Potter was the contents of that."

Lily sighed, staring at the chest but then shrugging. "Eventually, I suppose," she muttered as she lay back down upon her bed and closed her eyes.

*** Fourth Year ***

It had been four years since Lily's beginning stay at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. James had been given his Chaser status ever since their second year; Sirius and Peter had both been capable of competing against each other for the title of 'The Year's Best Prankster'; Remus had been the one to steer his friends away from getting into any trouble with the professors; Mundungus had already charmed most of the girls in each house with his gentle ways; Arabella had already scared most of the boys from ever thinking of mistreating any girl.

The group now sat in the Great Hall, chewing on their food and talking about the 'Yule Ball' that was coming. "So…" Sirius muttered through his half-chewed food. Arabella glared at him and he swallowed it. "… James… who is the lucky girl?"

James half-choked, half-swallowed the food that he was chewing upon. "W-w-wh-what are you talking about?" he asked innocently, taking a gulp of water.

All of them now stared at him, curious. "Oh, you know, the lucky girl that you have asked to the Yule Ball. The lucky girl that also said yes…"

"James? With a girl?" Peter asked with both his brows raised. "Well, I'd be damned. Jamezers is growing up!"

"I'm not…"

"Oh, don't even try to deny it," Sirius interrupted him smoothly. "You actually think I could not find out?"

"Who is it, Sirius?" Remus asked.

"Sirius, you were dreaming of things again," James said, about to stand up, but Peter already had him held down to his seat. "Peter, gerroff me!"

"Not till you tell!" Peter yelled. "Sirius, c'mon my buddy, my pal. Who is Jamezers in love with this time?"

James turned bright red and Sirius laughed. "I'm not the one who has to tell. I'm not a girl." He got a good kick under the table by both Lily and Arabella.

"Yeah, James, who IS this girl?" Lily asked, staring about at all the students.

James finally muttered something, but none of them heard it. "Who?"

"Calphyne from Ravenclaw," James finally muttered.

"CALPHYNE!!!!!" Arabella yelled, spraying out the water she was drinking. All heads turned to her and Lily could see Calphyne's head start sinking down on her chair. She chuckled, bringing Arabella back down on her seat.

Peter was whistling, looking towards the Ravenclaw's table and nodding his head approvingly. "Nice, very nice pick, Jamezers."
"Well, what about the rest of you?" the now bright red James asked. His eyes zeroed down to Lily who was trying to finish her food. "Lily?"

"Hmm… me?" she asked, looking up in confusion.

"Yeah, you. Who's your date?"

Lily shrugged, the truth was that no one had even asked her. "I don't think I'll even bother going to the dance." That comment made all of them go dead quiet.

"WHAT!?!?" Peter screamed. "Lily! No! You can't do that! We're all going to the dance. It won't be the same without you!"

"I don't have a date," she admitted, sinking down in her seat.

All the boys were staring at her in shock. "You're not serious, are you?" Mundungus asked.

"You have to be one of the prettiest girls in Hogwarts," Remus said. The rest nodded their heads, agreeing

"You're my friends, of course you'd say that!" Lily said, feeling her face turn multiple shades of red.

"I'm going single too, Lil," Arabella said. "We can go together. C'mon, we don't need boys to go to a dance!"

Lily grinned, but then nodded her head. "All right…" she now looked at the other four guys. "What about the rest of you? Who are the lucky, or should I say unfortunate," she giggled at the glares, "girls you are taking?"

They all turned red, each one rambling off a name. Arabella rolled her eyes. "Figures. We, Lil, just had to be best friends with crush-worthy guys." All the boys turned redder.

To be continued…

*cough* Yes, this part IS short ^-^ Next part will be longer with the Yule Ball. No, Lily and James won't instantly fall in love with each other in the next part – I plan a completely different turn of events. What the hell am I rambling about? You'll see by the next part. Reviews are VERY nice and VERY inspiring (My Muse ditched me L I need all the inspiration available!)