Chapter 2
Red flashed through Lily's mind. She turned in her sleep. A voice was screaming far away. It was pleading for help. Lily reached out, the person sounded like they didn't want to be alone. Suddenly a green light drowned out the red. A deeper voice, the smell of death, burning smoldering heat. This sensation filled Lily's body until she was screaming in pain. Reality cam to her. She was lying in her bed in a twisted position. She was still burning. The pain was sickening, she was so hot. She tried to take a deep breath but choked on the smoke pouring out of her mouth and nose. She couldn't get oxygen. Her throat was becoming tight. She gasped. A darkness fell over her.
When Lily woke up she was in the hospital wing. Madam Pompfry was busily bustling about flicking her wand at beds, which began magically making themselves. Lily was lying in an infirmary bed. She glanced around the white linen filled room. Beside her, on the night stand was a very large bottle of Magicure, which was a strong tasting medicine guaranteed to cure any wizard ailment. Madam Pompfry had just paused to admire her handiwork when the Infirmary door burst open.
"Albus!" Madam Pompfry smiled at him cheerfully.
"Poppy," Said Dumbledore gravely, glancing behind the nurse toward where Lily lie, "The Magicure?" he questioned.
"Worked fine, she had a sound sleep." Madam Pompfry beamed.
"Excellent!"
"Albus, what happened to her last night, you brought her in here screaming and screaming, and didn't say one word to me."
"I'm sorry my dear Poppy," Dumbledore apologized, "You are aware that Miss Evans can see the future?" he asked.
"Well yes, of course, I mean all the staff were informed upon her arrival." Madam Pompfry explained.
"Miss Evans not only sees the future, but she can read thoughts and emotions, feel them as if they were her own, but now she has shown the most peculiar talent.." he trailed off.
"Yes Headmaster?"
"Lily can also feel peoples physical states," Dumbledore said, "Which makes her predictions far more complex, but also far more accurate."
"Really?"
"Yes Poppy, possibly even more accurate than any of my own predictions."
Far more accurate than any of Albus Dumbledores predictions! Lily pondered lying silently on the bed. Albus Dumbledore was considered by many the greatest wizard of all time. How could a sixteen year old, not even fully trained witch be better than him? She lay there bewildered. Sharing her shock was the patron of the hospital wing.
"Albus, you can't be serious?" the witch insisted.
"All I can say to you is that Lily will play a bigger part in all of our lives than we think. Things happen for reasons." Dumbledore said softly, "Now, I will need to talk to Miss Evans if you don't mind Poppy,"
"No, of course Headmaster," Madam Pompfry said quickly, "I will be in my office if you need me," she walked briskly off towards her office door.
"Lily," Dumbledore said approaching her bed, "You can stop pretending you are sleeping now."
Lily's eyes flew open and she sat up quickly, "Professor Dumbledore, you can't be serious, I don' think you understand, I was having a dream!"
"I know Lily, please remember you are not the only one here that can read minds," he smiled.
"I felt," Lily gasped, " I felt like I was on fire, I couldn't breath!"
"I believe that you were seeing a future event Lily, I believe that you can feel physical characteristics of your predictions, so perhaps where your prediction took place was very hot."
"There was somebody, a woman screaming, I could hear her!" Lily cried.
"A fragment of the future no doubt," Dumbledore nodded.
"But i wish I knew who it was so I could warn her not to go near hot places." Lily whispered uncertainly.
"Lily, you posses a rare gift; one which can allow you to foresee events. But you must not stop these events from taking place. You may use your ability to alter them but never to cancel events out. All things happen for a reason, we must use our gifts to help us understand why things happen, and what we must do in our lives." Dumbledore told Lily, "Now I must go, for the Minister of Magic wishes to speak with me." Dumbledore said leaving Lily to think about what he had said.
Lily lay back down thinking about how she didn't think being able to see and feel the future was a gift. Madam Pompfry cam over to her.
"You are free to head down to the Great Hall for breakfast,"
Lily closed the hangings about her bed and changed into her school robes.
Down in the Great Hall, a host of people from Gryffindor gathered around, having heard about her episode the night before.
"It was nothing," Lily insisted,
"That's not was Alice said, she told us that you were screaming at the top of you're lungs, and you went a funny color and fell out of your bed!" said Martimus Fintch, who was in the seventh and final year.
Lily ate quickly avoiding conversation with anyone but her closest friends.
Lily made it to History of Magic on time.
"Wow, look the Book Worm makes it to class on time!" James shouted, his friends laughing.
"Shut up Potter," Lily said sitting down and taking out her notebook.
"What are you gonna do, start screaming again?" James asked. The other boys laughed. Lily shook her head as the bell rang and class began.
Her morning continued with people hounding her for information on what had happened to her. It had been rumored through the school that Lord Voldemort had been attacking her. She laughed hysterically at the second year boy who told her this. Lunch wasn't any better. James walked by and complimented her on her new found fame. She groaned. Arithmancy was boring as ever and finaly Lily made it to her most favorite class. Transfiguration. She was the first one there, and she took her regular seat at the back of the class. Sirius came bursting in very loudly and took his seat beside her.
"So," he said getting his notebook, quill and ink jar out, "Are you okay?"
"What?" Lily looked horrified.
"Are you okay?" Sirius asked looking into her eyes, "I heard something happened to you so i was just wondering if you were okay?"
Lily looked into his eyes a little longer,
"Yea, I'm fine, I just had a bad dream," Lily told him
"Do you dream often?" Sirius asked.
"Yea, always," Lily replied.
"About?" Sirius questioned.
"Different things," Lily hesitated, she had never told anyone about her "seeing" ability.
"Well so long as you are okay." Sirius shrugged.
"Why are you being so friendly?" Lily demanded, but Sirius never got the chance to answer.
Professor McGonagall had made her way to the front of the class room.
"Today we begin our study on Human Transfigurations. For our first transformation I thought we would stick to something simple; something simple like birds. But before you make any transformation you must prepare yourselves for what it will be like once you are the object you wish to transform into. Therefore we will do a quick study on birds and then head out to the broom shed to practice our flying skills, which some of you haven't practiced since the first year."
Lily gulped; she was terrified of flying and very horrible at it.
"You will be paired with the person you are sitting beside. You will help your partners train for and perform the Transfiguration."
"I hate flying!" Lily said turning towards Sirius.
"Don't worry, I'll show you how!" Sirius smiled at her, "I have alot of skill!"
They studied birds for a half hour. Lily had compiled a list of everything from what birds at to their mating rituals.
"Are you planning on using that?" Sirius laughed pointing to the small summary of a birds mating call.
"No!" Lily said sharply.
"Hey!" Sirius sounded wounded, " I was kidding, but anyway its time for us to head out to the broom shed!"
"Oh, god!" Lily cried
They all made their way out of the class towards the moving staircases. As they were making their way towards the main entrance Sirius whispered, "Are you scared?"
"Shitless!" Lily said.
Sirius looked surprised he had never heard Lily swear.
"You swore!" He pointed at her.
"Yea there's a lot of things I do you don't know about," Lily replied, looking horrified as they crossed the lawn towards the shed.
"Apparently flying isn't one of them," Sirius joked.
Red flashed through Lily's mind. She turned in her sleep. A voice was screaming far away. It was pleading for help. Lily reached out, the person sounded like they didn't want to be alone. Suddenly a green light drowned out the red. A deeper voice, the smell of death, burning smoldering heat. This sensation filled Lily's body until she was screaming in pain. Reality cam to her. She was lying in her bed in a twisted position. She was still burning. The pain was sickening, she was so hot. She tried to take a deep breath but choked on the smoke pouring out of her mouth and nose. She couldn't get oxygen. Her throat was becoming tight. She gasped. A darkness fell over her.
When Lily woke up she was in the hospital wing. Madam Pompfry was busily bustling about flicking her wand at beds, which began magically making themselves. Lily was lying in an infirmary bed. She glanced around the white linen filled room. Beside her, on the night stand was a very large bottle of Magicure, which was a strong tasting medicine guaranteed to cure any wizard ailment. Madam Pompfry had just paused to admire her handiwork when the Infirmary door burst open.
"Albus!" Madam Pompfry smiled at him cheerfully.
"Poppy," Said Dumbledore gravely, glancing behind the nurse toward where Lily lie, "The Magicure?" he questioned.
"Worked fine, she had a sound sleep." Madam Pompfry beamed.
"Excellent!"
"Albus, what happened to her last night, you brought her in here screaming and screaming, and didn't say one word to me."
"I'm sorry my dear Poppy," Dumbledore apologized, "You are aware that Miss Evans can see the future?" he asked.
"Well yes, of course, I mean all the staff were informed upon her arrival." Madam Pompfry explained.
"Miss Evans not only sees the future, but she can read thoughts and emotions, feel them as if they were her own, but now she has shown the most peculiar talent.." he trailed off.
"Yes Headmaster?"
"Lily can also feel peoples physical states," Dumbledore said, "Which makes her predictions far more complex, but also far more accurate."
"Really?"
"Yes Poppy, possibly even more accurate than any of my own predictions."
Far more accurate than any of Albus Dumbledores predictions! Lily pondered lying silently on the bed. Albus Dumbledore was considered by many the greatest wizard of all time. How could a sixteen year old, not even fully trained witch be better than him? She lay there bewildered. Sharing her shock was the patron of the hospital wing.
"Albus, you can't be serious?" the witch insisted.
"All I can say to you is that Lily will play a bigger part in all of our lives than we think. Things happen for reasons." Dumbledore said softly, "Now, I will need to talk to Miss Evans if you don't mind Poppy,"
"No, of course Headmaster," Madam Pompfry said quickly, "I will be in my office if you need me," she walked briskly off towards her office door.
"Lily," Dumbledore said approaching her bed, "You can stop pretending you are sleeping now."
Lily's eyes flew open and she sat up quickly, "Professor Dumbledore, you can't be serious, I don' think you understand, I was having a dream!"
"I know Lily, please remember you are not the only one here that can read minds," he smiled.
"I felt," Lily gasped, " I felt like I was on fire, I couldn't breath!"
"I believe that you were seeing a future event Lily, I believe that you can feel physical characteristics of your predictions, so perhaps where your prediction took place was very hot."
"There was somebody, a woman screaming, I could hear her!" Lily cried.
"A fragment of the future no doubt," Dumbledore nodded.
"But i wish I knew who it was so I could warn her not to go near hot places." Lily whispered uncertainly.
"Lily, you posses a rare gift; one which can allow you to foresee events. But you must not stop these events from taking place. You may use your ability to alter them but never to cancel events out. All things happen for a reason, we must use our gifts to help us understand why things happen, and what we must do in our lives." Dumbledore told Lily, "Now I must go, for the Minister of Magic wishes to speak with me." Dumbledore said leaving Lily to think about what he had said.
Lily lay back down thinking about how she didn't think being able to see and feel the future was a gift. Madam Pompfry cam over to her.
"You are free to head down to the Great Hall for breakfast,"
Lily closed the hangings about her bed and changed into her school robes.
Down in the Great Hall, a host of people from Gryffindor gathered around, having heard about her episode the night before.
"It was nothing," Lily insisted,
"That's not was Alice said, she told us that you were screaming at the top of you're lungs, and you went a funny color and fell out of your bed!" said Martimus Fintch, who was in the seventh and final year.
Lily ate quickly avoiding conversation with anyone but her closest friends.
Lily made it to History of Magic on time.
"Wow, look the Book Worm makes it to class on time!" James shouted, his friends laughing.
"Shut up Potter," Lily said sitting down and taking out her notebook.
"What are you gonna do, start screaming again?" James asked. The other boys laughed. Lily shook her head as the bell rang and class began.
Her morning continued with people hounding her for information on what had happened to her. It had been rumored through the school that Lord Voldemort had been attacking her. She laughed hysterically at the second year boy who told her this. Lunch wasn't any better. James walked by and complimented her on her new found fame. She groaned. Arithmancy was boring as ever and finaly Lily made it to her most favorite class. Transfiguration. She was the first one there, and she took her regular seat at the back of the class. Sirius came bursting in very loudly and took his seat beside her.
"So," he said getting his notebook, quill and ink jar out, "Are you okay?"
"What?" Lily looked horrified.
"Are you okay?" Sirius asked looking into her eyes, "I heard something happened to you so i was just wondering if you were okay?"
Lily looked into his eyes a little longer,
"Yea, I'm fine, I just had a bad dream," Lily told him
"Do you dream often?" Sirius asked.
"Yea, always," Lily replied.
"About?" Sirius questioned.
"Different things," Lily hesitated, she had never told anyone about her "seeing" ability.
"Well so long as you are okay." Sirius shrugged.
"Why are you being so friendly?" Lily demanded, but Sirius never got the chance to answer.
Professor McGonagall had made her way to the front of the class room.
"Today we begin our study on Human Transfigurations. For our first transformation I thought we would stick to something simple; something simple like birds. But before you make any transformation you must prepare yourselves for what it will be like once you are the object you wish to transform into. Therefore we will do a quick study on birds and then head out to the broom shed to practice our flying skills, which some of you haven't practiced since the first year."
Lily gulped; she was terrified of flying and very horrible at it.
"You will be paired with the person you are sitting beside. You will help your partners train for and perform the Transfiguration."
"I hate flying!" Lily said turning towards Sirius.
"Don't worry, I'll show you how!" Sirius smiled at her, "I have alot of skill!"
They studied birds for a half hour. Lily had compiled a list of everything from what birds at to their mating rituals.
"Are you planning on using that?" Sirius laughed pointing to the small summary of a birds mating call.
"No!" Lily said sharply.
"Hey!" Sirius sounded wounded, " I was kidding, but anyway its time for us to head out to the broom shed!"
"Oh, god!" Lily cried
They all made their way out of the class towards the moving staircases. As they were making their way towards the main entrance Sirius whispered, "Are you scared?"
"Shitless!" Lily said.
Sirius looked surprised he had never heard Lily swear.
"You swore!" He pointed at her.
"Yea there's a lot of things I do you don't know about," Lily replied, looking horrified as they crossed the lawn towards the shed.
"Apparently flying isn't one of them," Sirius joked.