The Lily
By: Shallan
Disclaimer: See chapter one.
Chapter Six: The Dream
*Skip forward a couple of months*
Lily tried to keep her eyes open as she studied History of Magic, but her eyes closed and her head dropped down onto her book.
* A woman with red hair sat in a chair holding a baby with messy black hair and bright green eyes.
A man with the same black hair as the baby looked up sharply and yelled, "Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off---"
Suddenly the front door burst open, framing someone in dark robes cackling maniacally.
The woman ran from the room, holding the baby tightly to her. She turned as she heard "Avada Kedavra!" and the thud of a body hitting the floor.
Tears slid down her face. Voldemort came into the room, wand pointed towards her.
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"
"Stand aside, you silly girl…stand aside now…"
"Not Harry, please no, take me, kill me instead---"
"Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!"
"Not Harry! Please…have mercy…have mercy…"
"Avada Kedavra!" *
Lily woke to someone shaking her. Brushing hair out of her face, she looked blearily up at James. He stared at her worriedly.
"Lily? Are you alright?"
"Yes, of course."
"You were calling out in your sleep."
"What did I say?"
"Not Harry, kill me," he shifted, looking uncomfortable. "Who's Harry?"
"I don't know." Now that Lily thought about it, she noticed how much James looked like the man in her dream. The baby had the same messy hair as James…and the woman looked a bit like me…an older me. She froze.
James leaned forward, running a hand through his hair. "Are you sure you're alright?"
"I'm fine. I was just studying too hard." She bit her lip.
He looked unconvinced, but relented. "Okay. `Night Lily." He touched his lips to hers.
She smiled weakly. "`Night James."