Disclaimer: The characters you can recognize are JK Rowling's and the characters you can't recognize are mine. There. A short and sweet disclaimer.

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"Lils, what do I get if I add powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Naomi looked at Lily hopefully.

"You'll get a powerful sleeping potion that is known as the Draught of Living Death. Nom, this is first-year work!" Lily told Naomi reproachfully.

"I know, but it's kind of hard to remember after six years!" Naomi argued back weakly.

Lily just rolled her eyes and returned to the book that she had been reading before Naomi had interrupted her.

Naomi sighed and turned back to her Potions homework. She was nearing the completion of it now, but she was still slightly irked that Lily had completed hers yesterday while she had been playing a game of Wizard's Chess with Remus.

"There! I'm done with homework for the rest of the day!" Naomi exclaimed with joy as she rolled up her completed composition on Powerful Sleeping Draughts and Their Effects and stuffed it into her bag with glee.

"I'm going out for a walk on the grounds since it's such a fine day. Lils, want to join me?" Naomi bounced up from her seat cheerfully.

"You go on. I think I'll just stay here and read my book." Lily smiled at her friend.

"We'll accompany you!" Sirius leaped up from his seat on the couch to Naomi, dragging Remus along with him. "You want to come with us, Prongs?"

"Nah… I've still got to finish my Potions essay." James looked up at his friends and gestured for them to go on their walk without him.

"Fine then. See you later, Prongsie," Sirius pushed open the portrait of the Fat Lady and climbed through the hole after Naomi.

The room fell silent after that, except for the scratching of James' quill against his parchment.

Lily soon felt her eyelids drooping and struggled to keep awake, to no avail…

"Lily! Grab Harry and run! He's here!" Lily heard James shout. She found herself running to a baby's cot in the room she was in and lifting the baby who was inside into her arms.

"Avada Kedavra!" Lily rushed out of the room and to the top of the stairs to see a green light flashing from Voldemort's wand. The next thing she knew, James lay dead at the bottom of the stairs.

"No! James!" Lily's tears flowed freely.

"Give me the child." Voldemort started up the stairs.

"No! Not Harry!" Lily rushed back into Harry's room, clutching the baby fiercely.

"Give me the child." Lily knew she was cornered. There was nowhere to run now, excepting a small barred window in the nursery.

"Not my son! Please, not Harry!" Lily begged the hooded figure.

"Avada Kedavra!" Green light issued from Voldemort's wand once again.

"Lily! Lily, wake up!" Lily found herself being shaken awake by James. Relief flooded her as she looked around at the familiar Gryffindor common room and James.

"Nightmare?" James asked her, concerned.

Lily gave a little shudder and nodded. Only then did she feel something wet on her face and realize she had been crying.

"Here." James handed Lily a handkerchief.

Lily took it from him gratefully and wiped away her tears.

"What happened?" She asked him as she returned the handkerchief to him.

"I was in the middle of my Potions essay when I suddenly heard you shout, "No! James!". Needless to say, I looked over and saw you crying. Then, you screamed something about Harry and I woke you up," James looked at Lily worriedly. "You're sure you're alright now? You still look very pale."

"It was awful! James, it was awful!" Lily buried her head in his chest without thinking. James was very surprised, but patted her back awkwardly.

"What did you dream about?"

"Voldemort. And you. And Harry." Lily lifted her head and found herself looking into James' warm brown eyes.

"Voldemort? Me? And who's Harry?" James asked curiously.

"Our son."

"What?" James was startled.

"Well… now that I think about it, I'm not really sure…" Lily blushed.

"Let's try to forget that upsetting nightmare then. Why don't we…" James' voice trailed off as his eyes searched the room for something to distract Lily from her nightmare. They finally rested on Lily's bag. "Do a crossword puzzle!"

He slid the crossword puzzle out from her bag and read the fifth clue aloud. "An emotion experienced in anticipation of danger. Four letters."

Lily cuddled up to James and shuddered. "It's fear, James. Fear."

Fear. He who fears something gives it power over him.

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Hmmm… the last part came out a little funny. Well, I think so anyway. Other than that, this chapter didn't turn out too bad… right??? Review, please, and let me know what you think.

I also want to thank the people who have been reviewing faithfully. Thank you! I really appreciate the fact that you actually stop to review, and consider my story important enough to spend some time over. Thanks! =)