Chapter 10

(A/N) The usual… Thanks for your reviews!

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"Mr. Potter, please report to the Headmaster's office, please. Bring the Book, also."

James looked up from a book he had been reading, startled. 'Bring the Book?'

"Mr. Potter? Please report to my office at this time."

James shrugged, and disappeared into his dorm, rummaging through his trunk.

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"Miss Evans I must ask you to try and span out your molecules, making you, more or less, invisible."

"Why?" she asked.

"Just do it, Miss Evans," Dumbledore said sharply. Lily was startled for a second; Dumbledore had rarely taken such a tone with his students.

"Umm… I'm not quite sure how to do this still."

"Relax, take a breath in, and exhale slowly. With every breath, your molecules spread."

Lily did as instructed.

"I ask you not to talk, Miss Evans, while I converse with Mr. Potter. When I give you permission, you may appear again. Just do the opposite."

Lily's vision was once again blurry.

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"Professor? You asked me to bring the Book?" James asked.

"Yes, Mr. Potter. May I see it?"

"Yeah, sure." James lifted out the heavy, dusty book.

"Still in good condition, I should hope?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yeah… I haven't opened it in a while."

"Good. Have you ever heard of the Prophecy of the Ninth Page?"

"Yeah… Hasn't everybody?" James shifted uncomfortably.

"Hmm. And you say you haven't studied the Book recently?"

"No, my dad wanted me to keep out of it, he said I was too young to understand… Blah, blah, blah, I kind of tuned out after that."

"Hmm." Dumbledore lifted the book onto his desk, then gingerly turned the pages. "Has your father ever made you study the Prophecy of the Ninth Page in detail?"

"Erm… Once, when I was four, or five… or six, maybe. My memory's still a bit fuzzy there."

"Can you recite from it?"

"What, the part where they describe the person?" James frowned. "Uh… 'Green eyes so clear' uh… 'Through the soul it can seek' something, something, something, uh… 'Forever searching for… er… the one that it keeps?' I really don't know, some sort of poem, it was, right?"

Dumbledore sighed, and read from the book,

"A spirit of choices,

The wandering soul,

The most melodic of voices,

A life full of woes.

Eyes so clear,

In your soul they shall seek,

A partner of fear,

Or a friend of the weak?

Transparent as glass,

Yet opaque as black waters,

Will it save lives so fast,

Or encourage the slaughters?

One choice that is made,

Eternity of decisions,

In this hour lays,

A child of visions."

"Yeah, something like that… I think I remember… but it went on, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Potter. But I would recommend you read that on your own time."

"Right. So… Why did you want me to bring the Book?"

"Because… Miss Evans?"

Lily took a breath and appeared, next to James. "And that," she said finally, directing her speech at James, "Is how I apparate."

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"I still don't get it. Why did you want me to bring the Book?"

"Miss Evans?"

"Umm… Well, I'm not quite clear about that either, professor. But I think… Because you think it's about me?"

"Yes. I believe that Miss Evans is the supposed Seer in the prophecy."

"But there's no proof, sir-"

"What color are your eyes, Miss Evans?"

"Green."

"Now, as I realize that you cannot control your powers yet, this may be a difficult task. But try, Miss Evans. Can you see into Mr. Potter's soul?"

"What?" James jumped back. "No way, not happening."

"But you don't believe her to be the Seer, Mr. Potter, so what are you worried about? Miss Evans? Proceed."

"But… doesn't it hurt?"

"Try avoiding to touch anything."

"What?" both Lily and James asked.

"Naturally, it may hurt one of you if Miss Evans touches anything, as it is… Well, just try it, alright?"

Lily sighed. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled, as he said to the both of them, "Remember, there is always a method to my madness."

Lily nodded slightly. She took a breath and stared straight into James eyes, so that he couldn't not look into hers. For a brief second, her eyes seemed to dilate, then come into focus again.

James felt a slight tingle in his head, just before he saw Lily collapse to the ground.

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"This is his soul?" Lily thought to herself.

"Evans?"

Lily jumped for a second. "You can hear me?" she asked.

"Er, yeah. I shouldn't be able to hear you, though. I think you're in my mind."

Lily turned around. She seemed to be in a blank white room, and two screens in the middle. Evidently, they were his eyes.

"I'm coming back out."

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"Well?" Dumbledore asked, as Lily suddenly seemed to wake.

"I was in his mind, not his soul. Didn't quite work," Lily said.

"Try again," Dumbledore said.

"What?" Lily asked. (A/N: They seem to say that a lot in this chapter, don't they?)

"Try again," Dumbledore repeated.

Lily bit her lip. She looked into James' eyes again, as if she was searching for something. A look of recognition dawned her face suddenly, and she once more lost all consciousness.

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(A/N) Sorry, it's short again. Oh well. I'll make the next few chapters longer next time.

To Come: James bothers Lily about what she saw in his soul, Lily vents out her anger again, dear old Snapey gets hexed, and Lily discovers her other powers.

Till, then.