Lily sat up in bed, drenched in an ice cold sweat. She looked around her
familiar room. How could everything look the same while she felt her world
was crumbling around her? 'It can't be true' she thought to herself, 'it
was only a nightmare' but a niggling little doubt was in the back of her
mind. She had always thought her father was a muggle but… She shook her
head vehemently she would not think along those lines her father was a
muggle and not Voldemort. That 'snake' could have nothing to do with her. A
voice in her mind hissed 'but your in Slytherin, you belong with the
snakes.'
Lily jumped up from her bed, unable to keep still any longer. A wave of nausea washed over her. Lily staggered towards the bathroom and threw up.
She rested her flushed cheek against the cool of the tiled wall. Listening to what was going on outside the room.
"What is she doing in there?" the cold voice of Ivy Parkinson asked.
"I think she's sick" someone replied. Someone knocked on the door. Lily almost expected them to ask her what was wrong but that was wishful thinking.
"Will you hurry up, we need to get ready."
Lily groaned and pulled herself to her feet; she held a washcloth under the tap and washed her face. She felt slightly better but she was still deadly pale. Ivy's face contorted into a sneer as she made her way out of the bathroom.
"What's wrong with little miss I'm to good to hang about with Slytherin's" Ivy said with mock concern.
"Well you got one thing right, Ivy," Lily laughed bitterly remembering her dream, " I am to good to hang about with the likes of you." Lily walked away leaving ivy spluttering in rage behind her.
Lily pulled on her school robes mechanically, still thinking about the dream. 'It can't be true' she kept telling herself but there was still a doubt at the back of her mind. ' I need to find away to prove that the dream was just fictional' Lily had never seen Voldemort before so… so if she could find a picture of him it would prove that the man in her dream was just a figment of her fevered imagination. 'But where to find a picture' she wondered.
Lily jumped up from her bed, unable to keep still any longer. A wave of nausea washed over her. Lily staggered towards the bathroom and threw up.
She rested her flushed cheek against the cool of the tiled wall. Listening to what was going on outside the room.
"What is she doing in there?" the cold voice of Ivy Parkinson asked.
"I think she's sick" someone replied. Someone knocked on the door. Lily almost expected them to ask her what was wrong but that was wishful thinking.
"Will you hurry up, we need to get ready."
Lily groaned and pulled herself to her feet; she held a washcloth under the tap and washed her face. She felt slightly better but she was still deadly pale. Ivy's face contorted into a sneer as she made her way out of the bathroom.
"What's wrong with little miss I'm to good to hang about with Slytherin's" Ivy said with mock concern.
"Well you got one thing right, Ivy," Lily laughed bitterly remembering her dream, " I am to good to hang about with the likes of you." Lily walked away leaving ivy spluttering in rage behind her.
Lily pulled on her school robes mechanically, still thinking about the dream. 'It can't be true' she kept telling herself but there was still a doubt at the back of her mind. ' I need to find away to prove that the dream was just fictional' Lily had never seen Voldemort before so… so if she could find a picture of him it would prove that the man in her dream was just a figment of her fevered imagination. 'But where to find a picture' she wondered.