Aimee
She didn't know where she was. The unfamiliarity of the situation ran through her veins like ice; her eyes searched frantically for some sort of handle to hold on to… Anything.
The room was white one moment, black the next. He was there one moment, gone the next. However, between the visions of Him and her changing surroundings, she could just make out two other faces;
Remus?
Yes, it had to be… His blue eyes were bright, only as they were when the moon was new. Otherwise, his eyes were amber, just as hers were slowly turning.
But… Another. Who was it?
Pain immediately entered her body as she saw who it was. He also had blue eyes; however, they were not warm and caring as Remus' had been, they were cold and distant, as she remembered them.
James?
What was his purpose here? Surely he didn't want to see her… Their relationship had ended fifteen years ago.
He was dead.
If course he was dead… But why?
Pain filled her body once more as she tried to close her eyes, only to find out they were held open by an invisible force she was not aware of, forcing her to look.
James… He had forced her.
Severus… He had loved her.
Remus… Had he loved her too?
Severus once more… Did he still love her?
Of course. Why wouldn't he? She could feel it deep in her mind; she could hear his thoughts, sense his feelings, all those good and of love. The hatred he felt for James had been buried deep inside of his mind, but as the colors changed once more, she was suddenly surrounded by images through his mind.
His mother… She had been beautiful. Death had preserved her beauty, and his mind remembered each detail exactly.
His father… The bastard.
His first glimpse at Hogwarts… He had been amazed. The ceiling, the students, the teachers, the atmosphere… He saw her.
He saw her being Sorted: her hair standing out among the others. He felt a sense of warmness wash over him, but didn't dare act upon it.
She was a Gryffindor, after all.
He had attempted to become friends with Remus on the Hogwarts Express – funny how neither party mentioned it at any point.
Then… the moment of realization. The moment his anger and hatred towards James Potter intensified to ten times the amount he already had.
She saw herself walking with Sirius Black at her side. He threw his arm around her shoulder and she could see herself wince, even from perhaps five hundred feet away.
Ahh… So he knew.
Their first kiss… their first true date… their first time…
The day he became a Death Eater.
He had been branded; it was more pain than Lily had ever experienced, even through a memory.
The courage it took to show her one the Express back to Hogwarts… Perhaps he belonged in Gryffindor, after all?
When she told him about their daughter… The room filled with light. Why?
He was happy. The only times in his memory where he had been truly happy were with her.
Why though? What did it all mean?
The day their daughter was taken from them… Anger, hatred, fear.
The days following… December 26th, 1977.
The moment they were pronounced husband and wife.
Papa…
Their last night together.
Of course, they were just memories.
Their nights together in the Leaky Cauldron… France… The love and hope that came with these memories filled her to the core.
Harry… he had been born… God, how it had hurt… But it was worth it. Severus still loved her.
When James died. He had been happy… They were together, they didn't have to hide it.
Ethan's birth… Kaylee… Dea… Drake, then Dakota.
Pain… Immense pain. Remus. His amber eyes… It wasn't the new moon, he was looking at her with such need and want… Who was she to resist him?
No, she had forced him. The need, the want, the love… It was all a spell brought on by the mind.
The door opening… Severus stepping in… He had seen them. The hurt that passed through his body, his heart, his soul…
She was unworthy.
The pain that followed. She deserved it… She deserved to die. She deserved to never be loved again… She deserved to be hated. She was hated.
He came back… The love was still there… but why?
She was pregnant. God, how was she ever going to explain this to Severus? He was furious but never let on… Perhaps scared.
Of course. He was terrified.
The bite… How it had hurt… So painful. She saw Sirius protect her.
She should thank him.
The pain… Remus… Severus… Papa… it was terrible.
Had she done all of this? Why? Surely no one deserved it?
No one did. It was all in her mind.
The room changed colors once more, and she wondered… Which was worse? The darkness or the nightmares that filled it?
Where had she heard that before? Many times, she had… Where? She tried to think when she realized something.
It was all in her head.
Severus awoke to heavy breathing and a light moaning sound coming from his wife who lay next to him. Touching her cheek gently, he felt the fever that was raging inside of her.
He shifted his body for a moment before he felt it; wetness. No… It couldn't have been time. She wasn't due for another week… It was too early.
Dakota had been a month early, he realized.
Oh God…
Severus sighed, standing up and pulling on his robes.
It was time.