Fizby: ::Panting heavily:: OKAY! I think I lost Gasp somewhere in Alberquerkie. ::Pantpant:: Anyway! Before she gets back, I think it's time to respond to reviews! ^_^ Cause I can. . . ::Glares at you::

Hakaristargoddess- SEE? We DID write more! Heeheehee

Amon Marie- Thanks again for correcting little old us. . .

Bloodyrayofsunshine- Die. Mia. -.-'

Tigermouse- He DOES seem to hate her, don't he? ;) Oh well. . .

Deepsrrow- Angie needs to learn some patience and manners. ::Nodnod::

Fizby: I'd also like to point out the peeps I insulted in the responses are VERY good friends. I *generally* don't insult reviewers I don't know. ::Nodnod::

Princess: I would also like to poi---

Gasp: AHA! ::Panting heavily and cradling her whip::

Fizby: O.O EEP! RUN!

Gasp: Oh No You Don't! ::Tackles Fizby:: You're going to write another chapter. . . NOW.

Fizby: Yes ma'am! I will! Don't hurts us! AAAAAAAAGH!!!

Princess: Okay! On with the story. . .

*****

James did not go to his classes the next day. Remus and Peter were very worried and tried to think of reasons why he wasn't there. All Sirius could think of was last night when he almost came in the dorm.

To cover for him, the Marauders said anything from he was ill to he *accidentally* dumped a potion on someone's head and had to go to the Hospital Wing with them.

Naturally, the teachers weren't fooled. But they couldn't really do anything about it. Leaving James all by himself behind that portrait.

*****

The first thing James noticed was that his head REALLY hurt. Not just the normal kind of hurt when you have a bad headache. But THAT kind of hurt where you had pain on the outside and the inside, preventing you from thinking clearly.

Groggily, James tried to sit up, but failed considerably. Satisfied to stay on the floor, he tried to look around at this room he had found himself in.

A thick layer of dust was everywhere, causing him to sneeze. Which hurt his head even more. He also saw a satin red couch. Actually, TWO couches, but since they were right on top of each other, James figured that his eyesight wasn't that great at this point.

Near his feet was a chair. The chair was under a large round wooden table. And there was also another chair on the other side. Across from the couch and the table was a fireplace. It was full of wood, but no flames.

Shivering, James tried to sit up again. He managed to prop himself up with his arms. Shaking his head, he crawled over to the couch. Setting himself on it, he looked at this strange room once again.

Where he figured he had entered, there was another portrait. It was the same woman, but about 50 years younger. James quickly averted his eyes and looked at the opposite wall.

On that wall was a mirror. Beside it was a bronze plaque. From this distance, James couldn't make out the writing. Nor did he really want to.

The couch was surprisingly warm. And comfortable. James closed his eyes and fell asleep almost instantly.

*****

Lily didn't sleep at all. She cried all night. The letter from the hospital had come unexpectedly during dinner the day before. She was chattering with her friends about the latest gossip, when a brown owl swooped down and dropped a letter on her steak.

(P/N: I love steak! Yummy! ^_^ I want some now. . .)

Lily had been really curious, so she picked up the letter. She opened it with much difficulty, for her friends were insistent on seeing the letter for themselves. Reading it while dangling it out of her friend's reach, she felt something stab her heart.

She had quickly excused herself from the table. She walked towards the double doors at the entrance to the Great Hall. Once she was out of sight, she reread the letter with trembling hands.

No mistake. Her parents were dead.

Laying on her bed in her room, Lily contemplated how her parents died. The note HAD been very vague. She knew they died from burns of a magical nature, but who would have done this?

She punched her pillow in frustration. This was all so confusing. Where was she going to stay? What about Petunia? Petunia COULD get her own place now, but would she help out Lily if she needed her?

No. Lily knew THAT answer before she even asked the question. She sighed, imagining the orphanage she'd have to stay at. Lily decided that she didn't want to be in the dorm anymore. Classes were about to be let out, and she didn't want her friends to interrogate her any more. She had enough of that last night.

Sighing, she pulled herself off the bed. She knew of only one place she could be undisturbed. She grabbed her heavy cloak and started out the door. The room was always freezing.

She slipped out of the Common Room and past the Fat Lady's portrait. Walking down the hallways, she cleared her mind and let her feet carry her. That was the only way to find the room. She had tried, once, to memorize the path, but when she then followed it, she got lost.

Eventually, her feet carried her to the side of the hallway. Taking a deep breath, she plunged through the false wall and into a tiny corridor. Lily glanced around and found the picture of the old woman with the startling green eyes and the cane.

The old woman smiled to Lily. "Back again, my dear?"

Lily nodded. "Did you hear. . .?"

"Hear what?"

Lily sighed in relief. None of the portraits had heard either. "My parents passed away. . ."

The woman drew in a sharp breath. "Not Karen and Ralph? You poor girl!"

Lily cringed. She didn't want to be the "Poor Girl." That's why she avoided telling anyone of the tragedy. Perhaps the woman noticed Lily cringing, for she smiled.

"Come on through, dear. The Mirror is ready for you."

Lily gave a small smile of thanks. She pushed the portrait aside with care and placed it back. When she passed through, the old woman frowned. "Should I have told her about. . . no. She'll find out soon enough."

*****

Lily pushed back the second portrait and stepped into the room. Turning around, she saw the younger woman. She also had very vivid green eyes and curly dark-brown hair. (F/N: STOP LOOKING AT ME, Princess! I KNOW Lily has red hair! But I want Lady to have dark-brown hair, so NIGH!)

"Go on," the younger side said.

Lily tuned around and walked right passed the couch where there was something wrong with the warm couches and straight toward the mirror.

Once again she began by reading the plaque next to the old mirror.

"The Shadow of the Moon's Heir

The one with eyes of the yl of ber

Once young, now old

The Time grows bold

Wisdom of the Future

Innocence of the Prior

To save from the depths of Sorrow

The help is needed of the Foe."

Lily stared at the plaque in amazement. She had never really noticed the last two lines of the poem before. Shrugging, but eying the plaque suspiciously, she looked at the mirror.

"Methas on evithen laz mabino on guisan efa. Laz yrrotas me Kan. Pare arisan er terragan della guisanac. Er Conoser conosituva lura goldas."

The words Lily spoke vibrated around the room. More powerful than anything James ever knew. It caused him to awaken with a start. Trying not to cry out in pain, he grabbed his right hand. But he couldn't feel anything.

He figured he had frost bite in his hand. (F/N: Very observant, idn't he? o.O;;;) He started to get up from the couch, but it started to creak. He stopped and looked over at the other occupant of the room.

James couldn't tell who it was, for their back was to him. A bright light was emanating from the mirror in front of them, so he couldn't discern one color from another. All was black.

Slowly laying back down on the couch, he watched the person silently.

*****

Fizby: That's it!

Gasp: THAT'S ALL????

Fizby: Yeah, especially cause Princess' plane is gonna leave in a while, and she'll have to go home. =*( ::Sniffle::

Gasp: -.-' Whatever. . .

Princess: Not very nice. I don't want to go home. I don't want to go back to school. I DON'T WANNA! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME? ::Pouts:: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Gasp: ::Eye twitch:: Oh. Yes. I. Can! Mrs. Fizby's Mom! Mrs. Fizby's Mom! We haffa go now! We haffa go now!

Mrs. Fizby's Mom: Gee. . . All of the sudden I have the feeling that we better go to the airport now. . .

Fizby: ::Sniffle:: Oh! And the spell words Lily used are actually "variants" of this:

Metta in evidenza il bambino in giovane età. Il innocence di Old. Seek avanti la saggezza della gioventù. La conoscenza conosciuta una volta.

If you can guess what language it is, and what it says, you'll get a Limited Edition Fizby Doll! You can also buy her muses as accessories at your nearest Fizby 'R Us Store! ^_____^

Princess: No. Comment. . .