Disclaimer:
You know, come to think of it, I do own Harry Potter and all of the other great characters! Except I don't. So read my story- with someone else's characters- and review!
Chapter 2:
Around 8:30, more students began filing in, most looking tousle- haired and puffy-eyed, still not fully recovered from the long night's sleep.
Lily sat, with her hands wrapped around a huge mug of tea, and mused still about her dream, oblivious to the other peoples' shouts and conversations. She wasn't too sure what she wanted to do today. All she wanted to do was think.
A few years ago, Lily began having these dreams about a car crash, over and over again. Some nights, Lily wouldn't want to close her eyes, because she knew that the spitting image of the car crash would again come to live in her mind. A few months later, the dreams stopped. But after a week, both of Lily's parents were killed in a car crash.
Lily didn't want to tell herself that somehow she had predicted her parents' death. Yet now, as she thought over her latest dream, she couldn't help wondering if somehow she could see what would happen in the future through her dreams.
She got up slowly from the Gryffindor table, and decided she would go and see Professor Dumbledore, the Transfiguration teacher, about her dreams. He was a wise man, and he would know what to do.
Lily set off down the corridor towards the Transfiguration classroom and the adjoining office of Professor Dumbledore. She knew he wouldn't be sleeping, as she had come often in the mornings to talk to him about homework.
She knocked softly on the weathered wooden door, on which was emblazoned a phoenix.
"Come in," Professor Dumbledore's voice said pleasantly.
"Ah, Lily," he said, as she opened the door and sat down on one of the poufs that adorned the comfortable office, "how may I help you?"
And Lily began to tell the professor about her dreams, starting from the car crash era to the clover dream she had had last night. She told Dumbledore all of her suspicions and confessions, and wondered if she might be telling him a bit too much about her private thoughts and inner feelings.
But Dumbledore listened politely, and nodded in places that he understood. After Lily was finished speaking, he sat for a while, deep in thought. Lily sat uncomfortably, as behind the professor's eyes ideas and hypotheses formed instantly.
"Tell me, Miss Evans, have you been experiencing any headaches right before you lay down to sleep?" he finally asked.
"Sometimes, yes, professor, but usually I just take an aspirin and sleep," Lily replied.
Dumbledore nodded.
"I thought so."
"Do you take the muggle aspirin or the wizard's kind?" he proceeded to question.
Why does it matter? Lily thought in her head, but answered that she took the muggle kind, as she had been one at the beginning of her long and complicated life.
"Well, listen, Miss Evans. The story is this. If you have a headache, DO NOT take the muggle aspirin before going to bed. On wizards, it has a strange reaction, and helps you to see into the future. If the headache really is bothering you, I suggest using a wizard's medication, although I would recommend not using drugs at all (A/N: what a positive message!)."
Lily sat, stunned a little bit. So the dreams had been part of a natural reaction to a medicine- but had proved to be a foresight to Lily's future.
"T-Thanks, Professor Dumbledore," Lily stuttered, and tried to smile.
Dumbledore chuckled.
"Don't worry too much over this. Loosen up and have some fun- go into Hogsmeade or something this weekend and just spend time with your friends. You need to live your life, Lily. Have a nice day."
Lily exited the professor's office slowly, and shut the door behind her.
Professor Dumbledore was right, she did need to loosen up a bit. She loosened her walk, and bounced slightly as she traveled down the corridor, back towards the Great Hall and Gryffindor Tower.
As she neared the Great Hall, Lily heard the sound of a trumpet. Peter Pettigrew, a chunky little boy that loved to tag around with James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin, the three most popular boys in the sixth year, was turning red with the effort of playing. Then he stopped playing and squeaked,
"Announcing to you the great Remus Lupin!"
Remus threw off his invisibility cloak to a smattering of applause from the people inside the Great Hall.
"The amazing Sirius Black!" Peter continued.
Now Sirius threw off his cloak and made an exaggerated bow towards all the directions in the Hall, to catcalls and whoops from inside.
"And the magnificent JAMES POTTER!!" Peter yelled triumphantly.
The handsome James shed his cloak and politely acknowledged the crowd with a queenly wave, then grinned.
By this time, Lily was behind the three boys. She snatched James' cloak out of his reach, and put it on herself.
Then she began running up the stairs to Gryffindor Tower.
"Dammit," she heard James say to the other boys, "where'd my cloak go?"
Lily giggled. Today was going to be a good day. She'd loosened up, and she wasn't going to take any more of that damned muggle aspirin.
Lily was ready to begin her new life.
(A/N: do you guys think I should make it a love/hate fic, or should I just go the way I'm going? Tell me in your reviews please!!)
You know, come to think of it, I do own Harry Potter and all of the other great characters! Except I don't. So read my story- with someone else's characters- and review!
Chapter 2:
Around 8:30, more students began filing in, most looking tousle- haired and puffy-eyed, still not fully recovered from the long night's sleep.
Lily sat, with her hands wrapped around a huge mug of tea, and mused still about her dream, oblivious to the other peoples' shouts and conversations. She wasn't too sure what she wanted to do today. All she wanted to do was think.
A few years ago, Lily began having these dreams about a car crash, over and over again. Some nights, Lily wouldn't want to close her eyes, because she knew that the spitting image of the car crash would again come to live in her mind. A few months later, the dreams stopped. But after a week, both of Lily's parents were killed in a car crash.
Lily didn't want to tell herself that somehow she had predicted her parents' death. Yet now, as she thought over her latest dream, she couldn't help wondering if somehow she could see what would happen in the future through her dreams.
She got up slowly from the Gryffindor table, and decided she would go and see Professor Dumbledore, the Transfiguration teacher, about her dreams. He was a wise man, and he would know what to do.
Lily set off down the corridor towards the Transfiguration classroom and the adjoining office of Professor Dumbledore. She knew he wouldn't be sleeping, as she had come often in the mornings to talk to him about homework.
She knocked softly on the weathered wooden door, on which was emblazoned a phoenix.
"Come in," Professor Dumbledore's voice said pleasantly.
"Ah, Lily," he said, as she opened the door and sat down on one of the poufs that adorned the comfortable office, "how may I help you?"
And Lily began to tell the professor about her dreams, starting from the car crash era to the clover dream she had had last night. She told Dumbledore all of her suspicions and confessions, and wondered if she might be telling him a bit too much about her private thoughts and inner feelings.
But Dumbledore listened politely, and nodded in places that he understood. After Lily was finished speaking, he sat for a while, deep in thought. Lily sat uncomfortably, as behind the professor's eyes ideas and hypotheses formed instantly.
"Tell me, Miss Evans, have you been experiencing any headaches right before you lay down to sleep?" he finally asked.
"Sometimes, yes, professor, but usually I just take an aspirin and sleep," Lily replied.
Dumbledore nodded.
"I thought so."
"Do you take the muggle aspirin or the wizard's kind?" he proceeded to question.
Why does it matter? Lily thought in her head, but answered that she took the muggle kind, as she had been one at the beginning of her long and complicated life.
"Well, listen, Miss Evans. The story is this. If you have a headache, DO NOT take the muggle aspirin before going to bed. On wizards, it has a strange reaction, and helps you to see into the future. If the headache really is bothering you, I suggest using a wizard's medication, although I would recommend not using drugs at all (A/N: what a positive message!)."
Lily sat, stunned a little bit. So the dreams had been part of a natural reaction to a medicine- but had proved to be a foresight to Lily's future.
"T-Thanks, Professor Dumbledore," Lily stuttered, and tried to smile.
Dumbledore chuckled.
"Don't worry too much over this. Loosen up and have some fun- go into Hogsmeade or something this weekend and just spend time with your friends. You need to live your life, Lily. Have a nice day."
Lily exited the professor's office slowly, and shut the door behind her.
Professor Dumbledore was right, she did need to loosen up a bit. She loosened her walk, and bounced slightly as she traveled down the corridor, back towards the Great Hall and Gryffindor Tower.
As she neared the Great Hall, Lily heard the sound of a trumpet. Peter Pettigrew, a chunky little boy that loved to tag around with James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin, the three most popular boys in the sixth year, was turning red with the effort of playing. Then he stopped playing and squeaked,
"Announcing to you the great Remus Lupin!"
Remus threw off his invisibility cloak to a smattering of applause from the people inside the Great Hall.
"The amazing Sirius Black!" Peter continued.
Now Sirius threw off his cloak and made an exaggerated bow towards all the directions in the Hall, to catcalls and whoops from inside.
"And the magnificent JAMES POTTER!!" Peter yelled triumphantly.
The handsome James shed his cloak and politely acknowledged the crowd with a queenly wave, then grinned.
By this time, Lily was behind the three boys. She snatched James' cloak out of his reach, and put it on herself.
Then she began running up the stairs to Gryffindor Tower.
"Dammit," she heard James say to the other boys, "where'd my cloak go?"
Lily giggled. Today was going to be a good day. She'd loosened up, and she wasn't going to take any more of that damned muggle aspirin.
Lily was ready to begin her new life.
(A/N: do you guys think I should make it a love/hate fic, or should I just go the way I'm going? Tell me in your reviews please!!)