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Lily blinked, and looked up. Her vision was clearing slowly as she gazed up at the white ceiling. Where was she? She tried to move her head to the side but it hurt too much. 'Ugh, blinding headache' she thought to herself, before closing her eyes again.

She began falling back into the void of unconsciousness, when she herd feet enter the room. "It's rather amazing she made it through the night. We are certainly glad she's so strong, I fear if you weren't there Mr. Potter, Lily wouldn't have been so lucky." The strong voice of Professor Dumbledore interrupted her thoughts. Who was Mr. Potter? What happened? She squeezed her eyes tightly trying to remember the past nights events. It came to her suddenly, blasting its way into her mind like dynamite.

The letter. The wolf. James finding her afterwards. She opened her eyes, and tried to get up again, rather unsuccessfully. Dumbledore turned from James and looked at her.

"Perhaps Mr. Potter, you should leave. It looks like Mrs. Evans has regained consciousness, and I'm sure Madame Promfrey wouldn't appreciate any visitors at the moment."

"Yes sir" One of the two pairs of footsteps left quickly, shutting the door behind them. Lily pushed herself up into a sitting position, and winced at the harsh glare of the sunlight, streaming in the windows. At the end of her bed, numerous presents, chocolates, and get well cards sat up, waiting to be opened. Dumbledore followed her eyes and smiled.

"It seems you have quite a few admirers, Mrs. Evans. All of them wanted to make sure you recovered hastily. You have had a lot of visitors too, that is until Madame Pomfrey kicked them out." His eyes twinkled. She smiled feebly, feeling the bruises and the soreness that ached throughout her body. His voice then turned to a deadly seriousness. "Lily, would you mind sharing what happened the other night?"

Lily glanced at him quickly, but decided that telling him was what was best. "Well, I received a letter telling to meet someone at the whomping willow at midnight. I went, but no one was there. I was sitting by the lake waiting, when this werewolf appeared, almost out of nowhere. It chased me, and I tried to fight it. Some animals though came and helped me, and then I started to cry. James then found me, and I blacked out." She tumbled over her words as she repeated her outing with little to no detail. Dumbledore didn't look happy, but restrained from commenting. The girl before him was obviously tired, and needed rest before she was interrogated.

"Very well then, I believe you'll be checked out later by Pomfrey. Please don't continue with these nightly wanderings. I have reason to suspect that you were set up, and you might very well have significant enemies. Be careful." Dumbldore turned and said good-bye, wishing her to feel better, and then left, his rather strange visit lasting no longer than a mere five minutes.

Madame Pomfrey entered, clucking to herself about students participating in dangerous late-night activities. She inspected Lily, before announcing she was well enough to leave.

Lily walked slowly back to the Gryffindor common room. Some of the things Dumbledore had mentioned sounded plausible, but why would anyone set her up to die? And who would have known there was a werewolf on campus? To that matter, who WAS the werewolf?

She muttered the password to the Fat Lady's portrait, and stepped inside. The day's lessons were in progress, meaning she was probably alone in the tower.

She walked slowly up to her dorm and was about to enter when a thought entered her mind. How did she make it to the hospital wing? It must have been Potter. Instead of opening the door to her own dormitory, she opened the one directly across. She knew that the marauders had divination during this hour of the day, and were known for skipping it. The class was taught by an old fraud, and they managed the highest marks in the class even with poor attendance.

She opened the door quietly, and entered. James and Sirius sat on James's bed laughing at something. 'Probably another prank' she thought to herself. She was right.

"James?" she called out lightly, causing both of the oblivious boys to fall of the bed. James laughed at their stupidity, and his head popped up beside the bed. He stopped laughing when he saw who it was. Lily was standing in the doorway, looking unsure of herself. He had seen this look on her only once before, when she had been crying in his arms. She was still covered in bruises, though most of the cuts had been healed.

"James, I just wanted to say thank-you. If you hadn't found me in the forest, I might have died out there. Thank you." She turned and left. Sirius looked puzzled at James; he hadn't seen the red hair before.

"James, my-buddy, we need to have a serious talk with her. Now." James nodded and they followed Lily back into her own dorm.

"Lily please talk to us."