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Chapter Eight
Violet sat in a lush blue sitting room with one of her maids. They were making out invitations to her upcoming wedding in three months. Tom walked up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "How are we doing love?" Violet put her hand on his and turned around. She stood up and gave him a very passionate kiss.
"Oh, Tom, I am so excited!" Violet still had her hands on his shoulders. "In a few months, we'll be husband and wife. We have a problem, though. Krysta Nott's bridesmaid's dress came in today, and it is totally the wrong color! No, don't worry, we'll sort it out here. So, what are you going to do today?"
"Well, darling, I have some business to attend to out of town today." Tom looked at her and smiled. "Don't worry. I'll be home for supper." With that, he kissed Violet on the cheek, and turned to walk out the door. On impulse, he turned and said, "I love you, Violet."
"I love you too, Tom." Lily sat back down and looked at her maid. "I had another one of those dreams last night, Mary. The one where I'm somewhere else, and with someone else. Do you think that they have anything to do with something that has happened in my past?"
"I wouldn't worry none about it miss, your memory will return in it's own time." Mary and Violet had become great friends in the days that had followed her accident. "Until then, what would you like me to fix you for breakfast?"
"Oh, just some toast and coffee, Mary," Violet sighed and looked out the window. "Don't bring it for a while. I'm still a little tired. I think that I will lay back down for a while." She walked over to her bed and lay down upon the coverlet. Almost instantly, she was asleep.
This dream was much like the others. That boy was there again. She had rested her head on his stomach, and they were lying in field. It was cold there, and the skies were gray, but there was no snow on the ground. *It must be very late fall there.* Violet looked at the boy, he had disheveled black hair, and large brown eyes behind a pair of black rimmed glasses. He was talking to her, but she could not make out what he was saying. "I can't hear you!" she screamed in her dream. The boy leaned in and kissed her. When he pulled away, he looked very sad. His eyes seemed to be saying that she was leaving him. She didn't want to leave him. She felt very safe with him. Then, they were pulled apart, as if each were on a conveyor belt headed for different destinations. She tried to get up and go back to him, but her legs wouldn't move.
She was transported to another place. That same boy was there, but there were three other boys. She had the same feeling of contentment. They were in a small room, and they were moving. It seemed that they were in a train compartment this time. One boy, a pale, light brown haired boy was pulling a deck of cards from his robe. They were all talking companionably but yet again, she could not hear what they were saying. Suddenly, a group of three other boys came in with strangely colored hair and started saying something to Violet. They were angry. So were the other four boys in her compartment. They jumped up from where they were playing cards and confronted the multicolored boys as if to challenge them to a fight. *Are they fighting over me? How very odd. They must've said something bad.* She instantly disliked the boys that had burst in.
Once again, the conveyor belt was dragging her away. The place she was in now, felt completely different from all of the other dreams that she had been having. She wasn't in a room, but a place covered in fog. It was cold there. She was lost, and beginning to get scared. She was completely alone. She started yelling for someone to come and get her. Someone grabbed her hand.
"Miss?" Mary was shaking her. "Miss? Are you all right? You were screaming in your sleep!"
"Yes, Mary," It took Violet a while to adjust herself to her surroundings. She noticed that the comfortable feelings that she had in her dreams had left her. She wasn't afraid there, but it wasn't right. She realized that she had never had those feelings here. "I was just dreaming again."
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"I'm beginning to think that we shouldn't wait on the ministry to find her," James was pacing the Gryffindor common room. "They know where Voldemort is, but they want to wait to go in and search for Lily. I can't imagine what they want to wait for."
"James, you can't just rush into a castle such as Voldemort's and demand to be allowed to search the premises for a missing schoolgirl," Remus tried to console his friend. "Besides, what else can we do?"
"I say we just go and get her," Sirius was twirling his wand between his fingers.
"Oh, sure Si," Remus said. "We just go up to Voldemort's door and say 'Excuse me Mr. Lord of all Evil, could you please give us back Miss Lily Evans? We miss her, and James is about to dry up for lack of feminine attention.' Great idea, Si."
"Wait a minute, Remus, that gives me an idea," James had a thought.
"You can't be serious, James, that's a crazy idea!" Remus looked at James with astonishment.
"He's not serious, I am," smiled Sirius. "What are you thinking, Prongs?"
"Well, here's my idea…" James filled his friends in on what could be the most crazy and dangerous idea that the Marauders had ever come up with.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Mary said that she is still having dreams of Hogwarts, Andrew." Tom grimaced. "Isn't there anything that I can do?"
A tall, thin redheaded man thought for a minute. Evil seemed to seep from every pore. A person could just get cold by looking at him. He had thin lips, and ice blue eyes hidden behind wire rimmed glasses that would pierce right through a person. Even muggles who looked at him knew that death would soon follow his appearance. This is probably why he enjoyed tormenting them so. "Well, my lord, " he began with a nasal voice. "Dreams are very tricky. One could perform the most powerful memory charms on a person, and yet not even begin to penetrate into their dreams. You're doing the best thing that can be done. Keep dispelling these dreams as figments of her imagination from the trauma of the accident. You did wipe her entire memory away! If you tried anything else, you might damage her mind completely, and she would be useless to you. You don't want that quite yet, do you?" Andrew's smile was thin and grim.
"You're right, of course. I just don't want her to remember anything from her past life. At least until she is married. I could use the Imperious charm on her, but if she regains her memory, then she will be able to annul the marriage. If she did it of her own free will, she won't be able to divorce me without just cause." (A/N I know this isn't quite true legally, but go with it, it fits the story) Tom smiled. He couldn't wait to wed and bed the beautiful girl. "Thank you for your help, Andrew. It does something to set my mind at ease."
"Any time, my lord, any time," Andrew nearly tripped over his long legs trying to escort his master to the door. "You know that I am one of your most devote followers."
"And you shall be rewarded for it when the time comes," Tom held out his hand. Andrew's eyes lit up to be able to shake his master's hand. "Very much so."
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Three nights after the last full moon, at midnight, James, Sirius and Remus, crept up to girl's dormitory under James's invisibility cloak. They pulled back the curtains on Ana's bed. Sirius sat down and gave the girl a small shake. "Ana?" He whispered.
"Hmmm?" came the reply from under the covers. "Whassamatta?"
"Ana, we're leaving now, we just wanted to say goodbye, and to watch for owls from us."
Ana reached up and gave the three a hug. "Where's Peter? I thought that he was going with you."
"The stupid git got stuck in the trick stair and broke his arm." James said ruefully. "He's in the hospital wing tonight, and we can't wait for him. We have to leave now."
"We want to give you these," Remus held out three envelopes. "They're letters to our parents. Just in case…"
"Oh, Remus, don't say that," Ana cried. "I don't think I could bear it if I lost all of you! Especially if you left me alone with Peter!" She gave them a little wink. "Be very careful, you guys, I love you!"
The boys left the girl's dormitory and headed out the portrait hole to begin their journey. James pulled out his wand and tapped on the old crone's hump that was the entranceway to Hogsmeade. "Dissendium!" He said grimly. The boys gave one last glance at the hallways. Would this be the last time that they would see them? They hoped not.
A/N Sorry about getting rid of Peter, but I thought that if I brought him along, I might be tempted to leave him in the clutches of some foul mythical beast. If I did that, he wouldn't be around to betray Lily and James in a few years. And then there would be not Harry Potter books. That, would be, a HUGE disaster!!!
Chapter Eight
Violet sat in a lush blue sitting room with one of her maids. They were making out invitations to her upcoming wedding in three months. Tom walked up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "How are we doing love?" Violet put her hand on his and turned around. She stood up and gave him a very passionate kiss.
"Oh, Tom, I am so excited!" Violet still had her hands on his shoulders. "In a few months, we'll be husband and wife. We have a problem, though. Krysta Nott's bridesmaid's dress came in today, and it is totally the wrong color! No, don't worry, we'll sort it out here. So, what are you going to do today?"
"Well, darling, I have some business to attend to out of town today." Tom looked at her and smiled. "Don't worry. I'll be home for supper." With that, he kissed Violet on the cheek, and turned to walk out the door. On impulse, he turned and said, "I love you, Violet."
"I love you too, Tom." Lily sat back down and looked at her maid. "I had another one of those dreams last night, Mary. The one where I'm somewhere else, and with someone else. Do you think that they have anything to do with something that has happened in my past?"
"I wouldn't worry none about it miss, your memory will return in it's own time." Mary and Violet had become great friends in the days that had followed her accident. "Until then, what would you like me to fix you for breakfast?"
"Oh, just some toast and coffee, Mary," Violet sighed and looked out the window. "Don't bring it for a while. I'm still a little tired. I think that I will lay back down for a while." She walked over to her bed and lay down upon the coverlet. Almost instantly, she was asleep.
This dream was much like the others. That boy was there again. She had rested her head on his stomach, and they were lying in field. It was cold there, and the skies were gray, but there was no snow on the ground. *It must be very late fall there.* Violet looked at the boy, he had disheveled black hair, and large brown eyes behind a pair of black rimmed glasses. He was talking to her, but she could not make out what he was saying. "I can't hear you!" she screamed in her dream. The boy leaned in and kissed her. When he pulled away, he looked very sad. His eyes seemed to be saying that she was leaving him. She didn't want to leave him. She felt very safe with him. Then, they were pulled apart, as if each were on a conveyor belt headed for different destinations. She tried to get up and go back to him, but her legs wouldn't move.
She was transported to another place. That same boy was there, but there were three other boys. She had the same feeling of contentment. They were in a small room, and they were moving. It seemed that they were in a train compartment this time. One boy, a pale, light brown haired boy was pulling a deck of cards from his robe. They were all talking companionably but yet again, she could not hear what they were saying. Suddenly, a group of three other boys came in with strangely colored hair and started saying something to Violet. They were angry. So were the other four boys in her compartment. They jumped up from where they were playing cards and confronted the multicolored boys as if to challenge them to a fight. *Are they fighting over me? How very odd. They must've said something bad.* She instantly disliked the boys that had burst in.
Once again, the conveyor belt was dragging her away. The place she was in now, felt completely different from all of the other dreams that she had been having. She wasn't in a room, but a place covered in fog. It was cold there. She was lost, and beginning to get scared. She was completely alone. She started yelling for someone to come and get her. Someone grabbed her hand.
"Miss?" Mary was shaking her. "Miss? Are you all right? You were screaming in your sleep!"
"Yes, Mary," It took Violet a while to adjust herself to her surroundings. She noticed that the comfortable feelings that she had in her dreams had left her. She wasn't afraid there, but it wasn't right. She realized that she had never had those feelings here. "I was just dreaming again."
* * * * * * * * * * *
"I'm beginning to think that we shouldn't wait on the ministry to find her," James was pacing the Gryffindor common room. "They know where Voldemort is, but they want to wait to go in and search for Lily. I can't imagine what they want to wait for."
"James, you can't just rush into a castle such as Voldemort's and demand to be allowed to search the premises for a missing schoolgirl," Remus tried to console his friend. "Besides, what else can we do?"
"I say we just go and get her," Sirius was twirling his wand between his fingers.
"Oh, sure Si," Remus said. "We just go up to Voldemort's door and say 'Excuse me Mr. Lord of all Evil, could you please give us back Miss Lily Evans? We miss her, and James is about to dry up for lack of feminine attention.' Great idea, Si."
"Wait a minute, Remus, that gives me an idea," James had a thought.
"You can't be serious, James, that's a crazy idea!" Remus looked at James with astonishment.
"He's not serious, I am," smiled Sirius. "What are you thinking, Prongs?"
"Well, here's my idea…" James filled his friends in on what could be the most crazy and dangerous idea that the Marauders had ever come up with.
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Mary said that she is still having dreams of Hogwarts, Andrew." Tom grimaced. "Isn't there anything that I can do?"
A tall, thin redheaded man thought for a minute. Evil seemed to seep from every pore. A person could just get cold by looking at him. He had thin lips, and ice blue eyes hidden behind wire rimmed glasses that would pierce right through a person. Even muggles who looked at him knew that death would soon follow his appearance. This is probably why he enjoyed tormenting them so. "Well, my lord, " he began with a nasal voice. "Dreams are very tricky. One could perform the most powerful memory charms on a person, and yet not even begin to penetrate into their dreams. You're doing the best thing that can be done. Keep dispelling these dreams as figments of her imagination from the trauma of the accident. You did wipe her entire memory away! If you tried anything else, you might damage her mind completely, and she would be useless to you. You don't want that quite yet, do you?" Andrew's smile was thin and grim.
"You're right, of course. I just don't want her to remember anything from her past life. At least until she is married. I could use the Imperious charm on her, but if she regains her memory, then she will be able to annul the marriage. If she did it of her own free will, she won't be able to divorce me without just cause." (A/N I know this isn't quite true legally, but go with it, it fits the story) Tom smiled. He couldn't wait to wed and bed the beautiful girl. "Thank you for your help, Andrew. It does something to set my mind at ease."
"Any time, my lord, any time," Andrew nearly tripped over his long legs trying to escort his master to the door. "You know that I am one of your most devote followers."
"And you shall be rewarded for it when the time comes," Tom held out his hand. Andrew's eyes lit up to be able to shake his master's hand. "Very much so."
* * * * * * * * * * *
Three nights after the last full moon, at midnight, James, Sirius and Remus, crept up to girl's dormitory under James's invisibility cloak. They pulled back the curtains on Ana's bed. Sirius sat down and gave the girl a small shake. "Ana?" He whispered.
"Hmmm?" came the reply from under the covers. "Whassamatta?"
"Ana, we're leaving now, we just wanted to say goodbye, and to watch for owls from us."
Ana reached up and gave the three a hug. "Where's Peter? I thought that he was going with you."
"The stupid git got stuck in the trick stair and broke his arm." James said ruefully. "He's in the hospital wing tonight, and we can't wait for him. We have to leave now."
"We want to give you these," Remus held out three envelopes. "They're letters to our parents. Just in case…"
"Oh, Remus, don't say that," Ana cried. "I don't think I could bear it if I lost all of you! Especially if you left me alone with Peter!" She gave them a little wink. "Be very careful, you guys, I love you!"
The boys left the girl's dormitory and headed out the portrait hole to begin their journey. James pulled out his wand and tapped on the old crone's hump that was the entranceway to Hogsmeade. "Dissendium!" He said grimly. The boys gave one last glance at the hallways. Would this be the last time that they would see them? They hoped not.
A/N Sorry about getting rid of Peter, but I thought that if I brought him along, I might be tempted to leave him in the clutches of some foul mythical beast. If I did that, he wouldn't be around to betray Lily and James in a few years. And then there would be not Harry Potter books. That, would be, a HUGE disaster!!!