A/N: Cloudzi, don't worry, good news is on the way. Thanks to everyone who's reviewed, I've really enjoyed listening to your feedback.
Arabella and Ronan quietly tiptoed into the Common Room. Lily was fast asleep by the weakening fire, James sitting across from the sofa she was sleeping on, running a few of his fingers through her hair. He acknowledged the two's presence with a nod, and they went to their dormitories.
Helen found a piece of parchment in the bag next to her and a quill. With plenty of coffee, soup and crackers, she began writing her Head Girl Farwell speech.
My fellow
students, today is a day when we have no regrets. Or, rather, it is supposed to
be..
Remus and a big, huge supply of paint and paintbrushes. Not a good thing in most cases. But, as he set to work, there was going to be a mural of memories on the Gryffindor Quidditch team's locker room wall. First, the outlines of Sirius and Jackie's faces when they were dancing.
Sirius danced with himself around the corridors, the rush of the dancing there with him, Jackie's laughter rang in his ears, images of that night in Paris flashed before his eyes. But then, a green light flashed. A song played very slowly, and very creepily as the lights dimmed lower and everything turned into slow-motion mode. Sirius glowed white, like a heavenly angel (A/N: Do you remember this?). There was a huge crash, like breaking glass and suddenly the lights were on at full blast. The song.. He knew it.. Moonlight Sonata.. He hummed a bit, and at that moment, he could have been pronounced insane by St. Mungo's. He started laughing insanely, and Munguldus woke up on the other side of the castle, his nightmare over and his tongue panting as he breathed heavily.
Lily woke up by the dieing fire. James's face had a whole bunch of shadows, and the glow surrounded him. She smiled weakly and sat up.
"Morning, beautiful." He whispered to her, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I've been thinking about something."
"Yes?" Lily asked, taking a sip of James's butterbeer, warm in a nice big mug.
"This whole- These are the times when, uh.. We'll need each other most, but.. We can't do it as a couple. Plus, there is Natasha.. We'd fight too much and do things.. Like yesterday. We don't want anymore, well, Jackies. Friends?"
Lily bit her lip. "Friends. For life. You've got a point. If we had a kid, the thing would be insane."
"Completely." James said, then they both laughed.
"So.. What about this whole Natasha thingy? Nah-Tah-shah!" She teased, making him blush.
"Well, she's this girl I met at one of the balls.." James started, not meeting her eyes..
"Details, Potter!" She demanded playfully.
"So we're on a last name basis now?"
"Mrs. Nah-Tah-Shah Potter!"
"You are so dead."
With a little hot butterbeer and a few knocked-over pieces of furniture, some of the worst trials of Lily's life were turned into a decent night.
"Professor! Professor!" Munguldus shouted down the corridor, as he approached the Headmaster's quarters. "We have a situation!"
Professor Dumbledore emerged from his bedchamber in a yellow-and-purple polka dot nightcap, pulling on a bathrobe.
"Mr. Fletcher, don't tell me the Divination skills run in the family?" Professor Dumbledore asked worriedly, his normally twinkling eyes cold as ice.
"Unfortunately, yes. And two have had the Dream. They're Marked for life." Munguldus panted, worn out from running. He should have paid attention to Lily's Short-Cuts article in the Hogwarts Prophet. This issue was major, and couldn't be avoided.