chapter 14.
For a few moments, Lily wasn't herself. She could tell, though she had undoubtedly passed out. Her body was doing things she hadn't ordered it to do. She could feel strain in every muscle as she tightened into a ball.
And she could feel equal strain when she straightened out too quickly.
She must have changed shape, too, because she felt as if she were in someone else's body. She saw glass vials, lined up in a row, with colored liquids in them. A sheet of parchment lay next to them. Someone's hand grazed her shoulder, but she could not turn to see who it was.
And in turn she was transferred somewhere else.
She saw herself flying. On a broomstick, most likely, but it was nothing like she had ever flown before, being seeker for the house team. She was flying towards a dragon.
Not any old dragon, though. She recognized it as a Hungarian Horntail, something pictured that she had doodled around in her book during Care of Magical Creatures. Something flashed under the dragon.
Eggs. Golden eggs.
Just when she realized that, she was somewhere else.
Sitting on something like a mix between a giant eagle and a horse.
When she saw herself somewhere else.
A pheonix was sitting on her legs. It was crying, pearly white tears covering...a wound on her thigh? She looked up and saw a giant snake, dead and just laying there.
And she went somewhere else.
She saw herself looking in a mirror. It was an odd mirror, full length from a few feet over head to the ground. She was surrounded by an odd scene, a man with two heads in an empty room. An equally odd scene was refected in the mirror: she was being carried by someone strong into a small country cottage. This time, she could see up and down, but not at who was carrying her.
She was herself and wearing a wedding gown; all white, complete with veil.
It was then that she woke.
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It was like nothing James had seen before.
Except he had seen this face before.
In his dream. The one they had shared. The one with the go-through mirror. And the kid with green eyes on the other side.
But why? And how?
He noticed that Lily's, or his, eyes were wide open and staring up at the ceiling. She spoke in his voice, the one that had been transferred to her when they switched bodies. "What happened."
It was a statement, not a question. Almost as if she knew everything that had happened, but somehow didn't. Or she just didn't want to believe what had happened. As if she needed someone to tell her, 'Yes, it did happen. It wasn't a dream.'
So that's exactly what he said. And somehow she found the energy to sit up, turn, and slap him. Hard. All of the power in his body must have gotten to her.
"What are you, my mother?" she asked, glaring.
"Well !sorry!, but I was just being nice."
"Just because I passed out does not mean you have to be nice to me, Potter."
"Sure, Evans."
There was silence.
A long bout of silence.
When Lily spoke. "I'll go first."
She told James everything, from meeting Oz to what she had 'dreamed.'
All he could do was gape. He had never heard of such vivid dreaming.
For all he knew, she could be a Divinator.
"Don't be stupid, James. Like I'm going to follow in the footsteps of Trelawney," she said sarcastically.
"Okay, okay. It was just an idea. And I haven't heard any good ones from you."
"Whatever you say. Hey, did I turn into anything while I was conked?"
"Turn into anything?"
"Yeah. Did I?"
"You really want to know?" She nodded. "Okay: you did. You didn't change that much from my body, but you turned into this kid with a scar on his forehead and eyes that--"
"--were green," she finished. He looked at her questioningly. "I don't know how I know that. And for some odd reason, I'm thinking 'Harry' as a name. You?"
"I've got nothing. Your guess is better than mine."
"It's a boring name."
"Not like Vanilla or Rembrandt or something like that. You know, I once knew a kid named Watsminame."
They cracked up.
"Watsminame: what's my name. That's way too funny. You didn't make that up, did you?"
"Yeah, I did."
"Well, it was funny anyways."
They started laughing again.
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A/N ooo, oooooo god chapter! i loved writing it! it was so cool! the only thing i didnt mention a scene from was the ***** ****. can you guess that? and i mentioned two scenes from the ***** one.
anybody else think this is an awesome chapter? it's longer than the other one, i think.
i wonder what to call this chapter...
i'm bad. the oz page is not up yet. and i have the state solo/ensemble contest 2morrow. [saturday] wish me luck!
For a few moments, Lily wasn't herself. She could tell, though she had undoubtedly passed out. Her body was doing things she hadn't ordered it to do. She could feel strain in every muscle as she tightened into a ball.
And she could feel equal strain when she straightened out too quickly.
She must have changed shape, too, because she felt as if she were in someone else's body. She saw glass vials, lined up in a row, with colored liquids in them. A sheet of parchment lay next to them. Someone's hand grazed her shoulder, but she could not turn to see who it was.
And in turn she was transferred somewhere else.
She saw herself flying. On a broomstick, most likely, but it was nothing like she had ever flown before, being seeker for the house team. She was flying towards a dragon.
Not any old dragon, though. She recognized it as a Hungarian Horntail, something pictured that she had doodled around in her book during Care of Magical Creatures. Something flashed under the dragon.
Eggs. Golden eggs.
Just when she realized that, she was somewhere else.
Sitting on something like a mix between a giant eagle and a horse.
When she saw herself somewhere else.
A pheonix was sitting on her legs. It was crying, pearly white tears covering...a wound on her thigh? She looked up and saw a giant snake, dead and just laying there.
And she went somewhere else.
She saw herself looking in a mirror. It was an odd mirror, full length from a few feet over head to the ground. She was surrounded by an odd scene, a man with two heads in an empty room. An equally odd scene was refected in the mirror: she was being carried by someone strong into a small country cottage. This time, she could see up and down, but not at who was carrying her.
She was herself and wearing a wedding gown; all white, complete with veil.
It was then that she woke.
* * *
It was like nothing James had seen before.
Except he had seen this face before.
In his dream. The one they had shared. The one with the go-through mirror. And the kid with green eyes on the other side.
But why? And how?
He noticed that Lily's, or his, eyes were wide open and staring up at the ceiling. She spoke in his voice, the one that had been transferred to her when they switched bodies. "What happened."
It was a statement, not a question. Almost as if she knew everything that had happened, but somehow didn't. Or she just didn't want to believe what had happened. As if she needed someone to tell her, 'Yes, it did happen. It wasn't a dream.'
So that's exactly what he said. And somehow she found the energy to sit up, turn, and slap him. Hard. All of the power in his body must have gotten to her.
"What are you, my mother?" she asked, glaring.
"Well !sorry!, but I was just being nice."
"Just because I passed out does not mean you have to be nice to me, Potter."
"Sure, Evans."
There was silence.
A long bout of silence.
When Lily spoke. "I'll go first."
She told James everything, from meeting Oz to what she had 'dreamed.'
All he could do was gape. He had never heard of such vivid dreaming.
For all he knew, she could be a Divinator.
"Don't be stupid, James. Like I'm going to follow in the footsteps of Trelawney," she said sarcastically.
"Okay, okay. It was just an idea. And I haven't heard any good ones from you."
"Whatever you say. Hey, did I turn into anything while I was conked?"
"Turn into anything?"
"Yeah. Did I?"
"You really want to know?" She nodded. "Okay: you did. You didn't change that much from my body, but you turned into this kid with a scar on his forehead and eyes that--"
"--were green," she finished. He looked at her questioningly. "I don't know how I know that. And for some odd reason, I'm thinking 'Harry' as a name. You?"
"I've got nothing. Your guess is better than mine."
"It's a boring name."
"Not like Vanilla or Rembrandt or something like that. You know, I once knew a kid named Watsminame."
They cracked up.
"Watsminame: what's my name. That's way too funny. You didn't make that up, did you?"
"Yeah, I did."
"Well, it was funny anyways."
They started laughing again.
* * *
A/N ooo, oooooo god chapter! i loved writing it! it was so cool! the only thing i didnt mention a scene from was the ***** ****. can you guess that? and i mentioned two scenes from the ***** one.
anybody else think this is an awesome chapter? it's longer than the other one, i think.
i wonder what to call this chapter...
i'm bad. the oz page is not up yet. and i have the state solo/ensemble contest 2morrow. [saturday] wish me luck!