Author's Note- thanks to everyone, I luv ya all. This is chapter 23, in the last half of "Lily's Lake". It's not over yet, but I'm just preparing you it will be soon (not in the near future, but we have passed the halfway point). Enough of my blabbing. Ok, in this chapter they're going to do something they haven't done in quite some time. You must all remember that I will not say how much time has passed in each chapter, but occasionally I say how much time it had been. I think you will like this chapter.
Disclamer- I forgot to put this in chapter 22, so, I DON'T OWN ANYTHING. EVERYTHING BELONGS TO THE GREAT AND WONDERFUL HARRY POTTER PEOPLE! NOT INCLUDING ME. Of course, I did make up Anya, Andrea, and Netta, and Vi, but yeah… So everyone you have never heard of is mine, and everything else is the Harry Potter peoples'.
Lily's Lake
Chapter 23
"Hey, Lils," James said, walking into the apartment.
"Don't you guys have any food in your apartment?" I asked, watching James go directly for the fridge.
"Nah, Sirius eats it all," James answered.
"I do not!" Sirius replied, walking into the apartment behind him, with Remus right behind him.
"Oh yeah, 'Please, Remus! Can I have the last yogurt!' I'll believe it when I don't hear you getting out of bed every hour for a snack," Remus said, rolling his eyes.
Anya entered the room, and greeted everyone, then joined me on the couch.
"So, what are you all doing this weekend?" James asked, sitting on the counter with some cookies.
"Nothing. But now it looks like I'll have to go grocery shopping, since you all are eating all our food," I answered.
"Cancel that. I have a surprise for you all, that I think you might like. Just come over to our apartment packed for a weekend on Friday," James said.
"Why?" Anya asked.
"If I told you all it wouldn't be a surprise. Tell Netta to bring her camera," James answered.
"Like she'll leave with out it. I'd go tell her right now but she's in the dark room and the 'Do Not Disturb' sign is up. And Andrea is doing her nails," Anya said.
"Just make sure you're there, OK?" James asked.
"Deal," I answered.
"Come on, Jamesey, tell us!" Sirius was begging as they left the apartment, "Pretty pretty please? With sugar on top?"
"No."
"You're no fun," Sirius told him.
On Friday we all appeared in the boys' apartment. Each of us had a backpack, and there were four backpacks against the wall, the boys'.
"Come on, James, tell us what we're doing!" Andrea cried.
"No way. Just Apparate to my parent's house, 'kay?" James asked.
"Why? What are we doing there?" Anya asked.
"You'll find out," James answered.
"Do your parents still live in… um… the same place?" I asked, not adding, "mainly across from my old house that is now just a pile of ash?"
"Yeah. So you all should find it really easily. So, ready?" James replied.
We all nodded, and swung our backpacks over our shoulders, then Apparated away.
We all appeared in the Potters' back yard. The woods were behind us, and the pretty little house in front of us.
"My parents are expecting us," James said.
We all trudged through the back door, setting our backpacks down. James led us through an arch into the kitchen.
"Mum! Dad!" he called.
Mrs. Potter turned from where she stood at the stove, and smiled when she saw us.
"Ah! James! You're all here! How good it is to see you all again, slightly more grown, may I say," Mrs. Potter said, smiling at us.
Her eyes stopped on me, and smiled wider. I smiled back.
"Where's Dad?" James asked.
"Upstairs, I think. He'll be down soon, knowing him," Mrs. Potter said.
I noticed her hair was grayer than when I'd last seen it, but she was still quite beautiful. It had been past a year since I'd seen her.
"So, James, have you told them the surprise yet?" Mrs. Potter asked.
"Nah, but I probably should, shouldn't I?" James asked.
"PLEASE?" Sirius begged.
"Sirius has been begging him to tell us about the surprise since, well, when he told us," Remus explained.
"You all remember when we were younger, my dad would take us all camping? Well, I decided we should go camping again. My Dad isn't quite up to it, so I'm going to lead us this year," James told us.
"I heard that," Mr. Potter said, walking in.
To us, he said, "Hello, you all. It's so good to see you all, so young and happy."
"Hi, Dad," James greeted. "You remember their names right?"
"I haven't lost my memory yet, James! I'm not that old, gracious me! No! This is Leila, Steven, Raymond, Patrick, Anna, Antonia, and Anette!" Mr. Potter said.
We all snickered.
"Dad…" James started.
"I know, their names are Lily, Sirius, Remus, Peter, Anya, Andrea, and Netta. I'm not losing my memory yet," Mr. Potter told him.
James rolled his eyes.
"You will be staying for lunch, I trust?" Mrs. Potter asked.
"Sure, Mum, why not?" James answered. "I want to get something from my room."
He started upstairs, Sirius, Remus, and Peter followed. Mr. Potter soon left too. That left Mrs. Potter, Anya, Andrea, Netta, and I alone in the kitchen.
"Lily, I read about your sister in the newspaper. I'm so sorry," Mrs. Potter said.
"It's ok. We did our best. I just never thought… you know," I answered, trying to smile.
"It's just so good to see you after all this time," Mrs. Potter told me, hugging me tightly.
I looked out the window. The house was still standing, incredibly burnt but still standing.
"No ones moved in," I said.
"No one will move in. That's your land, well, your's and Petunia's," Mrs. Potter said.
"And it used to be Vi's," I added.
"Well, do you girls want something to eat before lunch?" Mrs. Potter said, smiling at all of us.
"Are you sure we are going the right way? I think we passed that tree a few minutes ago," Anya said.
"How could we have? We're following the path," James answered.
"The path is terribly over grown," I replied.
"Well, we had to be going the right, way," Sirius said.
"Why?" Remus asked.
"Because the campsite is right there, see?" Sirius said, pointing over to the clearing that we had all come to know. There was even the little creek.
"Finally!" Andrea cried, running over to the clearing.
We set our stuff down, and started pitching tents. Only two tents instead of the three.
"You know, I think I forgot how to do this," Anya said, once our second attempt at putting up our tent had fallen in on Netta, checking how it was on the inside.
"Magic is so much easier. Why can't we use magic?" Andrea asked.
"We're supposed to be behaving like muggles on a muggle camping trip. That means no wands," I answered.
"Please? Just this once? I promise I won't do it again?" Anya begged.
"No."
"Hey, a little help here," Netta cried from inside the tent.
It took us two hours, but we finally had a tent that stood for more than three seconds.
We went over to the fire the boys had erected while they watched our tents collapse.
"Done. Told you we'd get it," I said.
"Yeah, after what was it, three hours?" Sirius asked.
"Two, not three. And you guys were putting up yours for a good half an hour, so don't talk," I answered.
"Whatever," Sirius replied.
Lily Evans' Dreamsequence:
I was in that strange house again. It was fimilar, and it felt nice to be there. But my heart was pounding, and I was frightened for some reason. I was running down a hallway towards a closed door. I opened it and ran in. It was a nursery. There was a cradle over on the other side, and that's where my feet were leading me.
My arms picked up the baby inside the cradle, who was starting to cry, but stopped when I lifted him. I knew it was a him. And I knew his name. It was Harry. How I knew that I had no idea.
My feet started carrying me out of the room and towards the stairs. I heard laughing, high pitched laughing downstairs. My feet pounded on the stairs as I ran down.
"Run, Lily! Take Harry and run!" a voice yelled.
I ran into a kitchen and towards a door.
Then all I saw was green light. Green light, everywhere.
I woke drenched in sweat. My breath was shallow.
I remembered where I was. I wasn't in the house, I wasn't with the baby. Anya, Andrea, and Netta were still asleep.
I was being paranoid. I didn't know that house, I didn't know that baby. I didn't know any of that. But I couldn't shake the feeling.
Finally, I got out of the sleeping bag and left the tent, leaving my snoring friends behind. I walked over to the little creek and sat down on the rocks. I put my feet in and tried to relax.
"Hey, Lils, what are you doing here?" James asked, sitting down on the rock next to me.
"I couldn't sleep," I answered.
"Neither could I," James replied.
"Hey, remember when we were younger? We sat out here and talked for like the whole night. Do you remember?" I asked.
"Yeah, deja vou, huh?" James said, laughing a little.
Deja vou. Is that what my dream is about? It seemed so real…
The next morning Anya was the first to leave the tent, her hair sticking up in the back and yawning. James and I had started the fire and were sitting beside it.
"Hey James, Lils (yawn). What are you… (another yawn) doing up so… (very long yawn) early?" she asked.
"Couldn't sleep," I answered.
"Great. What's for breakfast?" she asked.
"Pancakes and trail mix," James told her.
"Oh, wonderful. Everyone's greatest desire, trail-cakes and pancake mix," Anya said, then started snoring on my shoulder.
Remus was next up, followed by Peter, and Andrea and Netta. Anya remained asleep on the log, and Sirius didn't leave tent until long after Netta came out. Anya woke up just a bit after Sirius came out.
"We need more firewood," Remus said.
"What's the point of firewood? We are witches and wizards aren't we?" Anya asked.
"It's supposed to be a muggle camping trip. Key word, 'muggle'. We'll get the wood," I said, grabbing Anya's hand.
Andrea and Netta followed us and we started picking up sticks off the ground and started walking.
"So you and James couldn't sleep?" Anya asked.
"Nope. I woke up and went outside. He met me out there, and we talked," I answered.
"All you did was talk?" Anya asked.
"ANYA MARIA JONES!" I cried, slapping her arm.
"Just a question, harmless in it's own sense," Anya protested, and rubbed her arm where I'd slapped.
"Well then, to answer you question, yes, all we did was talk," I answered, and picked up some more wood.
"Anya, I can't believe you would ask that kind of thing," Andrea said.
"I told you all, it's just a harmless question," Anya answered.
"Sure, that's what they all say," Netta said.
* * *
Later that night
Somewhere else
Wormtail stood facing a chair, in which sat a cloaked man.
"They are camping now, master," Wormtail choked.
"But they are together, are they not?" the Master asked, pondering the information his spy had just given him.
"Yes, master, they are," Wormtail answered.
"Then we can't go after them, fool! This is getting in the way!" the Master yelled, frustrated.
Wormtail cowered.
"We shall leave them be, for now," the Master said.
"Yes, Master," Wormtail answered.
"We must continue with our plans," the Master said, "Yes, leave them alone for now. Make them think they are safe, then we can strike."
* * *
Back at the campsite Same time
As told by Lily Evans
"Where's Peter anyway?" Remus asked.
"In the woods, doing, you know, private things," Sirius answered.
"Pretty long bathroom break, don't you think?" I asked, poking the fire with a stick.
"Yeah, but maybe he got lost," James said.
"Hah, we'd never be that lucky," Netta whispered.
"Why, what do you have against him?" Remus asked.
"Well, after the dance he kinda…" Netta started.
"You said you dumped him, if I may remember correctly," Sirius cutted in, holding his finger up.
"Ok, you caught me. It's just something about him, it just… I don't know… doesn't fit," Netta said.
"You mean his head?" Andrea asked, and we all started laughing.
"Ok, stop bashing on poor Peter who is not even here to defend himself," James said, after a few minutes.
"Speaking of Peter, where is he? That is a REALLY long bathroom break," I said, repeating what I said a few minutes ago.
(Author's Note- I'm SO sorry, but the camping trip has to end. First of all, I have major writing block and have no idea what to write, and second of all, THIS HAS TO GET MOVING. Ok, so, don't hate me, but don't worry, there's still lots of stuff you will love coming up.)
The camping trip was over all too soon. We had to pack up and hike through the woods again. We stopped at James' parents' house again. They wished us goodbye, and we all left. The apartment was quiet when we got back, but not for long.
"ANYA JONES! WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY COMB?!?!"
Author's Note- I allready told you I'm sorry, and I'm sorry this is so short, and you all know the reason. I really want you to enjoy this, and I'm starting Chapter 24 right away, I promise. Please, read and review, I love all your reviews, and I'm thinking about putting up my own website with this on it. Deal? Ok, so, I hope you liked this chapter. Read and review. Thanks a ton.
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