AN: I might not post for a while. Writer's block. . . ergh. Happy reading!

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Rebecca wasn't sure what it was, but she'd been feeling very strange since her most recent vision. It was as if she could close her eyes, and still see the room around her. She hadn't felt this receptive in years. She wasn't sure exactly, but she thought it might have been because of the child she carried within her.

Her daughter would be born with the same gift.

Exhausted, she slowly lowered herself onto the sofa. For a few moments she strayed between reality and imagination, but eventually, sleep got a hold of her, and her breathing slowed. Her thoughts and worries turned to blurry images, which soon gave way to dreams.

But everything was halted when her sleeping vision turned black. What she heard and saw next was too clear and real to be an outcome of her imagination. She tried to reach out, but her arms wouldn't leave her side. She opened her mouth to let out a cry of grief, but no such sound was heard in the sleeping realm.

James and Lily lay before her - dead.

She woke up in an instant to find tears already streaming down her face.

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The weary members of the Order of the Phoenix sat in their chairs with an air of fatigue and foreboding.

Dumbledore conducted the meeting as usual, with quick announcements, and then speculation, which would hopefully become actual plans of action. Peter listened closely for any news worthy of reporting to the Dark Lord. Since the previous day, he'd become devoted to finding a way to regain his master's trust.

Remus was subconsciously thinking about Rebecca when that very person burst through the doors into the dining room they were assembled in.

"Miss Waters?" Dumbledore said with an inquisitive raise of his eyebrows.

"I'm really sorry about this, Dumbledore, but it couldn't wait," she said, glancing apologetically at Remus.

Moody glared shiftily, his eyes hooded with suspicion. "Who is this?" he growled. "We can't have people busting into our meetings like this. What if she heard something?"

"She can be trusted," Dorcas countered firmly, and Moody sat back in contemptuous defeat.

"What is it, Becca?" Lily asked with quiet concern.

"You," Rebecca replied breathlessly.

"What about her?" James snapped protectively.

"You, too. Voldemort's after you. Now."

Snape swore under his breath so no one could hear. She was ruining everything he'd been hoping would stand. Dumbledore's head snapped in Snape's direction. "Why didn't you notify us?" he asked him softly, but with hidden tones of accusation.

"I didn't know," Snape replied untruthfully, casting his eyes downward.

Moody rolled his eyes. "Well, if a Death Eater didn't know about his own master's plans, then how does she?" he asked, indicating Rebecca with an impatient nod of his head.

"I - I saw it in a dream," she replied uncomfortably.

"A dream?" came the sarcastic reply.

"A prophetic vision, if you will," Remus interrupted calmly.

"What will you have us do, Dumbledore?" Lily asked in a small voice.

The aged wizard sighed heavily, his eyes unfocused in deep thought. "I'm not sure how he'll find you, so there's no way I can hide you from him."

Rebecca leaned against the wall, her hand trying to subdue her pounding heart.

And then, without warning, Dorcas Meadowes stood from her seat, wand in hand, her eyes blank and unreadable. "I think I have a plan."

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"Where is he, Wormtail?"

"The Leaky Cauldron," Peter replied miserably. He emptied his mind of all thought, so his master wouldn't know about Peter's last meeting with the Order.

"Is that all you require of me, my lord?" Peter asked, keeping any hope out of his voice.

His master gave a foul smirk that twisted his gruesome features. "You'd rather not stay to watch?"

Peter's eyes widened in horror. "N - no my lord. I was only thinking that, well, maybe someone from the Order might see me, and - "

"You don't think I would kill them as well?"

Peter grew increasingly uncomfortable. "Well, someone might be watching, and we wouldn't know, and - "

"Very well," his master snapped. "Leave, if you lack the nerve."

Peter frowned, and Disapparated.

Voldemort proceeded with a belligerent determination. Focusing inwardly on himself, he Apparated to the Leaky Cauldron.

And there, just as his servant had told him, sat James Potter, holding an empty glass. Strangely, the entire pub was already deserted, and yet Potter's lone figure did not flee.

Voldemort drew out his wand, advancing on the younger wizard. It was odd to see him without anyone else around him - not even his wife - and for him to be watching his predator with such immense calm.

"Are you ready to die?" Voldemort asked with sick pleasure. James didn't react, holding a certain mix of smugness and foreboding gloom.

"I am," he replied, standing up and setting down the glass - which was still smoking from the contents it had been holding.

Voldemort stalled. This was too easy. He raised his wand uncertainly, wishing the struggle would have been more brutal and satisfying.

"Avada Kedavra."

James received the blow without any sign of defense, only closing his eyes with acknowledgement of his own doomed fate.

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Sirius ran into the room with alarm. "James already left?"

Lily nodded. "He didn't want me to come, he wouldn't let me."

Rebecca shook her head. "Well, you really shouldn't."

Lily clenched her teeth angrily when she felt tears reaching her eyes. "What if something happened to him? I want to be with him."

Sirius stopped suddenly. "Lily, you'd only bring your son to his death," he said - so darkly, that it surprised Lily beyond reason. She nodded her head submissively. "You're leaving, too?"

Sirius nodded gravely, and Disapparated.

Lily sat in silence, only to be distracted by a small gasp from beside her. Rebecca brought a hand to her mouth, her eyes still closed. "He said it," she whispered.

"V-Voldemort?"

Rebecca nodded, horrified. "I can still hear it in my head."

"You mean, he did it? He killed - " Lily's voice trailed off, and she felt her body shudder, tears flowing silently down her cheeks. Rebecca came forward, and they hugged each other, seeking comfort in such a dark hour.

"It was a willing sacrifice. It was the only way."

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The Dark Lord gazed down imperiously over his enemy's dead body, only to be distracted by a loud cracking sound which indicated someone Apparating into the room. He spun around, wand at the ready. But what he saw next made him drop everything entirely and step back clumsily.

There stood James Potter, very alive, his eyes blazing and his wand pointing right between Voldemort's eyes.

A loud crack sounded again, only to be followed by a series of deafening sounds as various people Apparated into the pub. Many witches and wizards stood in front of him, their wands out. Among them - with haunted eyes and a face full of pure hatred - Sirius Black.

James stepped forward. "Ready to die?"

Voldemort spun around to where James's body had been lying only minutes before. There lay the peaceful figure of a dark haired woman in eternal sleep.

When the Dark Lord turned back around, Albus Dumbledore was in the pub as well. Before anyone could utter a spell to trap him, the Dark Lord was gone.

Sirius dropped his wand, and ran forward towards the small and pale figure of Dorcas Meadowes - still beautiful, even in death.