chapter 10.
Lily tried to go back to sleep. She tossed and turned, shutting her eyes harder and harder until they began to hurt and she could see little white 'bugs' everywhere when she opened them. [A/N any1 ever have that happen 2 them? other than me.]
But every time she closed her eyes she saw one thing.
No, not a thing; a face. A boy's face.
A face with her eyes, and other features that she couldn't pinpoint. But they looked extremely familiar.
And weirdly, the face had a scar. A scar shaped indefinitely like a lighting bolt. Right down his forehead, pointing at his nose.
The strangest thing was that she had never seen the face before in her entire life.
She glanced at James, wondering if he had any idea what she was going through.
* * *
James lay still.
Extremely still for a boy with odd sleeping habits.
He stared at the ceiling trying to understand what the dream meant. He remembered it sensationally well, better than any other dream or nightmare he had ever had before.
He struggled to remember if he had ever seen the face before, going as far back as his muggle childhood schooling. But never had he seen such a face. He was sure.
Especially about the scar.
But what confused him was why he could see the boy and the boy could probably see him, though he could go through the glass and the boy couldn't.
Extremely odd, it was.
Now, James wasn't one for Divination (he only took it because of the easy A's) so he didn't really think that it meant anything. But he had that nagging feeling, the feeling that this dream was important in its own weird way.
He twisted his neck, which was getting a big cramped from staring up so long, towards Lily, wondering if she was sleeping soundly.
* * *
Their eyes met for a few short seconds. Lock eyed, they could almost sense what the other was thinking about. A few seconds later, they whipped their heads back towards the wall.
* * *
Don't tell me; don't tell me the guy in my dream was him. Oh, why, why me? First this stupid Inkint-something shoves me in his body, then it stuffs his dreams in my head too? Just great. -- Lily
She knows what he looks like. Wait; how? She didn't--no, don't tell me she had the same dream as me. Aw, man! What is her problem? First she steals my body, then she steals my dream. -- James
[A/N do i sound stereotypical here? j/w.]
* * *
And, oddly enough, James and Lily fell asleep moments later.
* * *
A/N this is really a short chapter, huh? well, good chap? let's see, that's the tenth time i asked that? stupid freaking irs of the us of a... where would we be living if we didnt have to file taxes? let's see--a mansion in palm beach? i wish. no hurricanes pleeze.
thanx tons, heraclas. i guess i do own the dreams, care. ur reviews give me a laugh when i need it. and the--whaddya call it? inspiration? probably. have u posted recently, heraclas? well, let me find out. ::types 'her':: *hey! heraclas is saved on the comp's memory!* ::clicks heraclas and is spun into the web of the internet:: =) me & my fantasy...u should read 'hp & the evil wb' i think it is by lillith true. really funny stuff there. well i'm just advertising left and right today, aren't i? in that case, read 'u know ur an obsessed hp fan when...' by Le Chat de la Lune. very funny stuff there 2. and mention me when u review those stories! j/k. but do it if ur a kind soul. unlike me.
can you believe i wrote this whole author's note without writing a single word to the actual story? i'm losing my mind........
wait! don't leave! i 4got the disclaimer. oh, u guys know. if u dont, go back to the first chapter.
i finally actually wrote the chapter. lots of pretty * * * stars. =) did u find the instance where i wrote like yoda? it was like one sentence. i did it in chapter 6 too. (= ha ha, i made u look sideways the other way. @#*$^!%& --- you at me
i have a weird feeling that this author's note is longer than the actual story...
Lily tried to go back to sleep. She tossed and turned, shutting her eyes harder and harder until they began to hurt and she could see little white 'bugs' everywhere when she opened them. [A/N any1 ever have that happen 2 them? other than me.]
But every time she closed her eyes she saw one thing.
No, not a thing; a face. A boy's face.
A face with her eyes, and other features that she couldn't pinpoint. But they looked extremely familiar.
And weirdly, the face had a scar. A scar shaped indefinitely like a lighting bolt. Right down his forehead, pointing at his nose.
The strangest thing was that she had never seen the face before in her entire life.
She glanced at James, wondering if he had any idea what she was going through.
* * *
James lay still.
Extremely still for a boy with odd sleeping habits.
He stared at the ceiling trying to understand what the dream meant. He remembered it sensationally well, better than any other dream or nightmare he had ever had before.
He struggled to remember if he had ever seen the face before, going as far back as his muggle childhood schooling. But never had he seen such a face. He was sure.
Especially about the scar.
But what confused him was why he could see the boy and the boy could probably see him, though he could go through the glass and the boy couldn't.
Extremely odd, it was.
Now, James wasn't one for Divination (he only took it because of the easy A's) so he didn't really think that it meant anything. But he had that nagging feeling, the feeling that this dream was important in its own weird way.
He twisted his neck, which was getting a big cramped from staring up so long, towards Lily, wondering if she was sleeping soundly.
* * *
Their eyes met for a few short seconds. Lock eyed, they could almost sense what the other was thinking about. A few seconds later, they whipped their heads back towards the wall.
* * *
Don't tell me; don't tell me the guy in my dream was him. Oh, why, why me? First this stupid Inkint-something shoves me in his body, then it stuffs his dreams in my head too? Just great. -- Lily
She knows what he looks like. Wait; how? She didn't--no, don't tell me she had the same dream as me. Aw, man! What is her problem? First she steals my body, then she steals my dream. -- James
[A/N do i sound stereotypical here? j/w.]
* * *
And, oddly enough, James and Lily fell asleep moments later.
* * *
A/N this is really a short chapter, huh? well, good chap? let's see, that's the tenth time i asked that? stupid freaking irs of the us of a... where would we be living if we didnt have to file taxes? let's see--a mansion in palm beach? i wish. no hurricanes pleeze.
thanx tons, heraclas. i guess i do own the dreams, care. ur reviews give me a laugh when i need it. and the--whaddya call it? inspiration? probably. have u posted recently, heraclas? well, let me find out. ::types 'her':: *hey! heraclas is saved on the comp's memory!* ::clicks heraclas and is spun into the web of the internet:: =) me & my fantasy...u should read 'hp & the evil wb' i think it is by lillith true. really funny stuff there. well i'm just advertising left and right today, aren't i? in that case, read 'u know ur an obsessed hp fan when...' by Le Chat de la Lune. very funny stuff there 2. and mention me when u review those stories! j/k. but do it if ur a kind soul. unlike me.
can you believe i wrote this whole author's note without writing a single word to the actual story? i'm losing my mind........
wait! don't leave! i 4got the disclaimer. oh, u guys know. if u dont, go back to the first chapter.
i finally actually wrote the chapter. lots of pretty * * * stars. =) did u find the instance where i wrote like yoda? it was like one sentence. i did it in chapter 6 too. (= ha ha, i made u look sideways the other way. @#*$^!%& --- you at me
i have a weird feeling that this author's note is longer than the actual story...