Chapter 20

(A/N) Thanks to all of you who reviewed my fic! Just one or two more chapters! Okay, I'll miss writing this, so maybe a third. Oh, and when I wrote this, I didn't know that J.K. made James a Chaser, so bear with me, okay? In here, he's a seeker.

Disclaimer: Refer to past chapters. And the quotes that Lily says are from

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"What're you reading about?"

"Prophecies," Lily murmured.

"What's the title?"

"Doesn't have one… I got it from the restricted section."

James raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you take books from there without permission?"

"Dumbledore gave permission."

"What prophecy?"

Lily shrugged. "I don't know. I can't make much sense of any of the words, as they're such old words, but it takes my mind off… other things.

"Such as?"

"Life and how it works," Lily said smartly.

"Feeling philosophical today?"

"If not, I wouldn't know what else."

"Got any advice for me?"

"Yep."

"And that is?" James asked.

"Qui plus sait, plus se tait."

"What?"

"French. The more a man knows, the less he talks," Lily said.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You figure it out. La experiencia es la madre de la ciencia."

"I only speak English and Latin, Evans," James said.

"Spanish. Experience is the mother of knowledge."

"What's with the different languages?"

Lily shrugged. "Le coeur a ses raisons que la raison ne connait point."

"French again?" James asked.

Lily nodded. "The heart has its reasons, whereof reason knows nothing."

"So you're talking only in quotes to me today?"

"Basically."

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"Hi, Lily. Lily? Why're you crying?" Remus asked. "Oh, right. Forget I asked."

Lily was sitting on the couch in the common room. She preferred crying in less public areas, but obviously she couldn't stay in the common room, so…

"Hey Evans. Are you crying?"

"Go away," Lily said blankly, waving him away.

As if by an invisible force, James was pinned against the wall suddenly.

Lily blinked and glanced at her hand and James, who was also staring at her incredulously. She began to cry again.

"Evans? Are you okay?"

"I told you to go away."

"I would, but…" James nodded at the wall.

"Yeah, sure, whatever- no! Not again! Not now-"

Lily's eyes seemed to have a blazing, emerald fires in place of her normal eyes for a second, then they returned to normal.

A graveyard. A boy.

The scene split in two. The one on the left, James was there. On the right, a boy that resembled a younger James was standing. On both scenes, a black, hooded figure emerged… closer, closer, rotting decay from one, wheezing, terrified breaths from the other… The cloaked figure pulling down its hood… On the left, Voldemort. On the right, Peter Pettigrew. Now someone was screaming, then it was drowned out by a green light. James was dead. But another scream still rang in the air… Familiar, loud…

It was her own. Lily shrieked.

"I'm not that repulsive, I hope," James laughed.

"What're you doing here? I though he killed… Wait, never mind," Lily scowled.

"What?"

"Nothi-" Lily's eyes dilated for a second.

A small snitch. Grabbed by James. A whirling of color. Then, the graveyard.

"What was that?" James asked.

"Nothing. Just stay away from snitches."

"First it's green lights, now it's snitches? Evans, have you completely lost your mind? Besides, I have to stick around snitches… I'm seeker, remember?"

Lily groaned. "Well, at least get another snitch."

"What are you saying, Evans?" James asked, suddenly finding the force that bound him to the wall released.

"The snitch is a portkey, alright?"

"Oh, like I'd believe that."

"Fine. Unlike you, I actually care if someone's going to die."

"What?"

"The snitch is a portkey to a graveyard, where Voldemort is. He killed you."

"Gee, Evans, didn't know you cared," James said sarcastically.

"Don't flatter yourself, Potter," Lily huffed, moving past him.

"Where're you going?"

"To the Headmaster. He'll listen to me."

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Dumbledore beamed at the large crowd anticipating the final match, Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw.

"Welcome students, teachers, ghosts, and, er, others, to the Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw match for the Quidditch House Cup!" his voice boomed across the field. "Under certain circumstances, we have had to change the snitch for, er, confidential reasons. However, not to worry, it's an even higher quality one! Used in the quidditch World Cup of 64'! As you know, it was caught by the world famous seeker, a former student of mine, Hernando Fentigor!" Dumbledore waited for the cheering to die down. "I now hand this to Mr. Sirius Black, your commentator."

Sirius grinned. "Hello! And, here is our Gryffindor team captain, the talented, the popular, the smart… James Potter!"

Next to him in the commentator's box, Lily muttered, "You left out arrogant."

Sirius grinned again. "A message from Miss Lily Evans, she loves J-"

A few students looked up to see what had stopped Sirius' commentating. When they did, they were faced with the image of Lily attempting to strangle Sirius. She had somehow managed to grab the megaphone.

"Ack. Your commentator, Mr. Black, is currently… indisposed, so I'll be taking his place."

A few students chuckled. "Anyway, Potter, the stupid, air-headed, ugly team captain is there. Then, of course, there's Mr.-"

"Miss Evans?"

Lily turned around. "Professor! Uh, hi?"

Dumbledore chuckled. "Now, as Miss Evans can't commentate due to certain biases against the Gryffindor team captain, and Mr. Black is… well, he'll be fine later, I'll commentate myself."

Lily shrugged.

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A clock. Exactly two fifty-nine o' clock in time. James waved to the cheering crowds and gripped his broom. He was also holding the Cup. The clock then moved to three. James was swept away in a whirlwind of colors, dropping the House Cup.

Lily shruddered, and looked at her watch. Two forty-six. Lily sighed and gazed out the window. She didn't especially enjoy watching quidditch; what was the point in watching players who kept on whizzing by so that you couldn't even see them, and how the game ended so suddenly all the time. This time, however, she kept her eye on the red and gold blur that was James Potter. Evidently, the portkey's abilities had been transported to his broom.

She sighed again, and watched the game, willing it to end, and went out to join the crowds.

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Two- fifty… Still no sign of the snitch… Two fifty-five... James was diving at the snitch… Two fifty seven… James caught the snitch… Two fifty nine…Lily made her way through the crowd around James (politeness couldn't be bothered).

"James Potter, get the bloody hell away from that broom!"

"What?" he cupped a hand up to his ear.

"I SAID, GET THE BLOODY-"

"WHAT?"

"Just give me the broom," Lily said.

"No," He said.

"Don't be ridiculous. Just hand it over."

"What? No way-"

Lily watched her watch. Eighteen seconds… Eleven seconds… Five seconds…

She grabbed hold of the broom.

"Evans, what the-"

Three o' clock.

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(A/N) Very short chapter, I know. Oh well.

To Come: They are swept away to the graveyard. Enough said.