A/N: Right. I know I'm a bad girl, but flame my brother, not me. He got a
computer for X-Mas and he didn't have a monitor, so he got mine. Lucky him,
unlucky me. I've been out of a computer since, but my dad let me use his laptop.
I think this is Chapter 22, forgive me if it isn't. R/R. flames welcome. Happy New
Year all!
Chapter 22: The Discussion
Lily:
I woke up in a strange environment. The world came into focus slowly,
and my open eyes revealed white. I blinked again and moaned.
"Oh, dear, good. You're awake," said a kind voice. "How're you feeling?"
"I'm alright, just a really bad headache. Petunia!" I shouted suddenly. The
reality of what had happened last time I was conscience came flooding back.
Tears welled in my eyes. "Petunia! Where is she?"
"She's fine. I left her with Miss Buckley. Now, Lily, you need to lie back
while I go and get Professor Dumbledore," said the kind voice again.
"I'm at Hogwarts?" I asked. I looked out a near by window and saw the
grounds covered in snow, the Forbidden Forest looking like a forest from a fairy
tale. "How'd I get here?"
"It's a long story, I'm not even sure myself. You got very lucky Lily. Now lie
still while I get the Headmaster," said the kind voice, which with my new
knowledge I knew to be Madame Pomfrey.
"Where's James?" I asked. I had to thank him for saving my life.
"Probably in the Great Hall laughing it up," said Madame Pomfrey, but at
the look on my face said quickly, "I was kidding. Only joking. I'll be back soon
(A/N: I know that this really isn't Madame Pomfrey's character, but let's say she's
about 20 years younger and more lax, shall we?)." I was left alone in the Hospital
Wing to brood over my thoughts. I closed my eyes and tried to remember what
happened, but with a snap shook my head. I didn't want to remember. The image
of my father's rage as he lunged at the Death Eater and his fear as it raised its
wand and before he could scream he fell to the floor, dead. My parents were
dead. I hunched over, sobs racking my body. I felt a kind hand on my back and
looked into the kind yet concerned face of Professor Dumbledore.
"Miss Evans?" he asked.
I looked up with blood shot eyes into his twinkling blue ones.
"Do you need anything?" he asked.
I bit my lip and shook my head, my red hair falling across my face.
"Would you like me to get Mr. Potter?" he asked again.
I looked up and nodded slightly.
"I'll get him for you, we'll talk later," he said, getting up. (A/N: Jenny,
Professor Dumbledore is talking here. Sorry folks, Jenny is kind of slow, you'll
see these a lot from now on. If the A/N [Jenny, A/N means Author's Note] starts
with 'Jenny', skip it unless you're confused. We're walking, we're walking…)
Again I was left alone. I curled up in a tiny ball on the bed and pulled my
hair over my face like I did when I was upset as a five year old. I just lay there,
tears rolling down my cheek. Soon, I convinced myself, my mother would come
and wipe my hair out of my face, tell me that all was well, and go wash up, it's
time for dinner. My mother was a good cook, rich food that makes you mouth
water (A/N: My mom cooks like that, I drool thinking about her apple pie, oh jeez,
there we go…). Just then, a hand brushed the hair out of my face.
"Mommy!" I shouted and hugged the person I thought was my mother. It
turned out to be James Potter. "Sorry, I was just…"
"Thinking about how when you're upset and your mother comes to comfort
you," he finished my sentence. "Happens to me all the time." He smiled, but I
didn't smile back. "What? You should be happy you're alive."
"My parents are dead James, why should I be happy. I know exactly how
you feel. You don't happen to sing Muggle songs do you?" I asked, knowing full
well the answer.
"No, sorry. I don't even sing. Ask Sirius, he can hear me from a mile away
when I try to sing. However," he said, grinning slyly at Remus, "Remus has an
excellent voice, and I bet he knows a few Muggle songs. Remus knows
everything."
"I'm sorry Lily, I love you and all, well, maybe not as much as Jamsie over
here, but I do, but not enough to sing. I've never sung for anyone but my mother,
oh dear, I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry Lily," he said quickly. "And how do
you even know I sing?"
"Long story. That's not why we're here. I have some news for all of you,"
James said quickly, stopping a huge blowup. He knew that my temper was
probably worse now and the best thing was not to think about it that much. "Lily
here knows, but the rest of you don't. I'm a Seer," he said. It was silent as it sunk
in.
"James that is so cool," said Sirius. "It must be awesome." Cat and Remus
nodded in agreement.
"It's actually not," he said. "I See people dying. I Saw my parents dead,
and I Saw Lily's parents dying. It's not cool, I wish I didn't have it just to spare
pain."
"James," said Cat, speaking for the fist time. "If you didn't have the Sight,
we wouldn't be talking to Lily here. Think about how you saved the woman you
will one day love," she said. James and I glared at her. "What? Don't pretend that
you don't know it too. Sirius is right you have the perfect chemistry. Now say
goodbye because when Lily gets out of here, she'll be down my throat about it.
Sirius muttered something that neither Cat nor I heard, but Remus turned beet
red and James just looked at the ground, trying not to laugh. (A/N: Jenny, I'm not
going to tell you what he said, use your imagination along the lines of him
wanting Lily to be his tongue or something like that [A/N: I know that they're
eleven, but think of them as being in the 6th grade.])
"That's not why I wanted to talk to you all, just to say that I'm a Seer.
There's more. Last month I received a poem from Voldemort. It was signed with
the Dark Mark, so it was probably from him. It said that I was part of a prophecy
to create an heir that would undo evil. Pressure huh? Then, just yesterday, I saw
Lucius Malfoy talking to Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest about Lily's killing. I
was coming to the dorm to tell you guys when I Saw Lily dying and ran to send
her an owl."
"Why are you still alive?" asked Cat in awe. "How didn't they see you?"
"When my father died, he left me his invisibility cloak (A/N: Jenny, this is
James speaking). I was using it to look at the picture my aunt sent me. I followed
them. Here's the game plan as I see it: we figure out about the prophecy. I
copied that poem he sent me into a notebook. We research any prophecies with
the name Potter. To be safe, we'll check for the names Lupin, Evans, Black and
Buckley. Where's Peter by the way?" asked James, blue in the face from talking.
"I saw him being lugged off somewhere by Snape. What a slime ball,"
grimaced Cat. Then she grinned, "Literally."
computer for X-Mas and he didn't have a monitor, so he got mine. Lucky him,
unlucky me. I've been out of a computer since, but my dad let me use his laptop.
I think this is Chapter 22, forgive me if it isn't. R/R. flames welcome. Happy New
Year all!
Chapter 22: The Discussion
Lily:
I woke up in a strange environment. The world came into focus slowly,
and my open eyes revealed white. I blinked again and moaned.
"Oh, dear, good. You're awake," said a kind voice. "How're you feeling?"
"I'm alright, just a really bad headache. Petunia!" I shouted suddenly. The
reality of what had happened last time I was conscience came flooding back.
Tears welled in my eyes. "Petunia! Where is she?"
"She's fine. I left her with Miss Buckley. Now, Lily, you need to lie back
while I go and get Professor Dumbledore," said the kind voice again.
"I'm at Hogwarts?" I asked. I looked out a near by window and saw the
grounds covered in snow, the Forbidden Forest looking like a forest from a fairy
tale. "How'd I get here?"
"It's a long story, I'm not even sure myself. You got very lucky Lily. Now lie
still while I get the Headmaster," said the kind voice, which with my new
knowledge I knew to be Madame Pomfrey.
"Where's James?" I asked. I had to thank him for saving my life.
"Probably in the Great Hall laughing it up," said Madame Pomfrey, but at
the look on my face said quickly, "I was kidding. Only joking. I'll be back soon
(A/N: I know that this really isn't Madame Pomfrey's character, but let's say she's
about 20 years younger and more lax, shall we?)." I was left alone in the Hospital
Wing to brood over my thoughts. I closed my eyes and tried to remember what
happened, but with a snap shook my head. I didn't want to remember. The image
of my father's rage as he lunged at the Death Eater and his fear as it raised its
wand and before he could scream he fell to the floor, dead. My parents were
dead. I hunched over, sobs racking my body. I felt a kind hand on my back and
looked into the kind yet concerned face of Professor Dumbledore.
"Miss Evans?" he asked.
I looked up with blood shot eyes into his twinkling blue ones.
"Do you need anything?" he asked.
I bit my lip and shook my head, my red hair falling across my face.
"Would you like me to get Mr. Potter?" he asked again.
I looked up and nodded slightly.
"I'll get him for you, we'll talk later," he said, getting up. (A/N: Jenny,
Professor Dumbledore is talking here. Sorry folks, Jenny is kind of slow, you'll
see these a lot from now on. If the A/N [Jenny, A/N means Author's Note] starts
with 'Jenny', skip it unless you're confused. We're walking, we're walking…)
Again I was left alone. I curled up in a tiny ball on the bed and pulled my
hair over my face like I did when I was upset as a five year old. I just lay there,
tears rolling down my cheek. Soon, I convinced myself, my mother would come
and wipe my hair out of my face, tell me that all was well, and go wash up, it's
time for dinner. My mother was a good cook, rich food that makes you mouth
water (A/N: My mom cooks like that, I drool thinking about her apple pie, oh jeez,
there we go…). Just then, a hand brushed the hair out of my face.
"Mommy!" I shouted and hugged the person I thought was my mother. It
turned out to be James Potter. "Sorry, I was just…"
"Thinking about how when you're upset and your mother comes to comfort
you," he finished my sentence. "Happens to me all the time." He smiled, but I
didn't smile back. "What? You should be happy you're alive."
"My parents are dead James, why should I be happy. I know exactly how
you feel. You don't happen to sing Muggle songs do you?" I asked, knowing full
well the answer.
"No, sorry. I don't even sing. Ask Sirius, he can hear me from a mile away
when I try to sing. However," he said, grinning slyly at Remus, "Remus has an
excellent voice, and I bet he knows a few Muggle songs. Remus knows
everything."
"I'm sorry Lily, I love you and all, well, maybe not as much as Jamsie over
here, but I do, but not enough to sing. I've never sung for anyone but my mother,
oh dear, I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry Lily," he said quickly. "And how do
you even know I sing?"
"Long story. That's not why we're here. I have some news for all of you,"
James said quickly, stopping a huge blowup. He knew that my temper was
probably worse now and the best thing was not to think about it that much. "Lily
here knows, but the rest of you don't. I'm a Seer," he said. It was silent as it sunk
in.
"James that is so cool," said Sirius. "It must be awesome." Cat and Remus
nodded in agreement.
"It's actually not," he said. "I See people dying. I Saw my parents dead,
and I Saw Lily's parents dying. It's not cool, I wish I didn't have it just to spare
pain."
"James," said Cat, speaking for the fist time. "If you didn't have the Sight,
we wouldn't be talking to Lily here. Think about how you saved the woman you
will one day love," she said. James and I glared at her. "What? Don't pretend that
you don't know it too. Sirius is right you have the perfect chemistry. Now say
goodbye because when Lily gets out of here, she'll be down my throat about it.
Sirius muttered something that neither Cat nor I heard, but Remus turned beet
red and James just looked at the ground, trying not to laugh. (A/N: Jenny, I'm not
going to tell you what he said, use your imagination along the lines of him
wanting Lily to be his tongue or something like that [A/N: I know that they're
eleven, but think of them as being in the 6th grade.])
"That's not why I wanted to talk to you all, just to say that I'm a Seer.
There's more. Last month I received a poem from Voldemort. It was signed with
the Dark Mark, so it was probably from him. It said that I was part of a prophecy
to create an heir that would undo evil. Pressure huh? Then, just yesterday, I saw
Lucius Malfoy talking to Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest about Lily's killing. I
was coming to the dorm to tell you guys when I Saw Lily dying and ran to send
her an owl."
"Why are you still alive?" asked Cat in awe. "How didn't they see you?"
"When my father died, he left me his invisibility cloak (A/N: Jenny, this is
James speaking). I was using it to look at the picture my aunt sent me. I followed
them. Here's the game plan as I see it: we figure out about the prophecy. I
copied that poem he sent me into a notebook. We research any prophecies with
the name Potter. To be safe, we'll check for the names Lupin, Evans, Black and
Buckley. Where's Peter by the way?" asked James, blue in the face from talking.
"I saw him being lugged off somewhere by Snape. What a slime ball,"
grimaced Cat. Then she grinned, "Literally."