It was about three in the morning when she awoke suddenly. Sitting up, she looked around. Remus had left sometime ago for now she was all alone. Quickly she grabbed the covers draped over her close and stared into the glowing fire. From where the cover had come she had no clue.

Just then, she felt a hand lightly touch her shoulder. Turning, she saw none other than Professor McGonagol. The woman's eyes tried hard to comfort her, giving her a soft sympathetic feel.

"It's alright Ms. Evans, he's going to be ok, provided he gets some rest," she said calmly. "You may return to your-"

"May I go visit him?" Lily asked, cutting in. Why was she wanting to visit this boy? When would the madness end?

"Well........I guess a quick visit would be quite alright. Follow me then...."

Standing up shakily, she followed McGonagol out of the common room and through the halls of Hogwarts. It felt much different for the air was chilling rather than warm like it was during the day and not as many lights were on.

Up ahead she could make out a figure moving. Squinting, she could make out glinting moon shaped spectacles. It was none other than Albus Dumbledore.

"Hold on one moment Ms. Evans, I'll only be a few minutes," McGonagol told her before leaving with Dumbledore for a nearby room. Lily slumped down to the floor and waited patiently.

She scanned the hallway incase anybody came. And somebody did. Sliding around the corner appeared Snape followed by none other than the young caretaker Argus Filch.

"Told you I saw somebody out of bed!" Snape said, pointing at Lily. "Told you!"

"Yes, fine! You were right! Well, we've landed ourselves in trouble, haven't we?" asked Filch, sneering. The man was only in his mid twenties and thought he was so much better than everyone else (when in truth he was only a squib.)

"Well, I...you see...," Lily stuttered at a loss of words to describe tonight's events plainly to them and straightforward. Luckily, McGonagol came out of the room a few seconds later with Dumbledore.

"Anything wrong Argus?" She asked the caretaker. "And what are you doing out of bed Mr. Snape?"

"She's out of bed!" He said snappishly.

"I'm quite aware of that Mr. Snape," she answered coolly back. "And what is your excuse? Twenty points from Slytherin and back to bed with you."

Snape opened his mouth but then quickly shut it, receiving a cold stare from McGonagol. Dumbledore then gave orders to Argus as McGonagol continued to lead her toward the Hospital Wing. She wanted so bad to smile as she'd never liked Snape in the first place but resisted.

As they approached, McGonagol leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Only a few minutes now. I'll come back and get you when your times up. If he's asleep just sit there. I need to have a word with Madame Promfrey anyway in private."

McGonagol then headed in direction of the nurses' office as Lily headed towards James' bed. Sure enough, he was still awake. Actually, he sort of stiffened for a second a she took a seat by him.

"Hi James," she said quietly, looking over him. He was still covered with scars.

'What's she doing here?' He wanted to ask, but instead answered, "Hi Lily."

"So.....Feeling better?" She asked trying to start conversation.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that," he said in an offhand voice. "Heard that whinny Snape down the hall Did he get in trouble?"

"That's none of you business," she snapped back. "What's with it with you and wanting to get him into trouble?"

"He got my friends in trouble," he replied casually.

"You friends deserved it for what they did and you know it," she said, close to shouting now. She'd pushed the nerve.

"Why are you even here then?"

"I don't know, but now I'm starting to wish I hadn't came."

"And why's that?" he asked with mingled curiosity.

"Do you really want to now?"

"Yeah."

"Because caught up in caring for your health I forgot what kind of sleazy, selfish, low life pig you really are!"

By that time both Madame Promfrey and McGonagol had entered the room and was gazing at the scene with raised eyebrows. Lily chose then to stand up, grudgingly telling James goodnight in an airy voice. McGonagol got the hint and walked her back down the musty, now light filled halls (though dim still) to her common room. Stopping at the entrance, she muttered the password then looked Lily in the eye.

"I'm going to excuse you from your morning classes, so you can rest. After noon you are to report to you normal scheduled classes and make sure you pick up homework. Tell Mr. Black, Mr. Lupin, and Ms. Adams they are excused as well. Now go get some rest."

"Thanks for the visit, Professor," she muttered, before entering in and going up to her dorm. Quickly she changed as the sun started to rise. Now she'd really wished she'd stayed in her dorm.

It had to be about five o'clock and her eyes were dropping a great deal. Trudging slightly, she landed on her bed and told Emma about what McGonagol had said since she had woke up when she entered. Emma volunteered to go tell Remus and Sirius as Lily closed her eyes for some much needed sleep. The last thing Lily remembered was a creak from the door as it closed.

After Lily had left James mumbled to himself, "You've got yourself in one heck of a fix right now, mate."

Sighing, he rolled over and tried yet again to fall asleep but couldn't. The pain was unbearable now having one of his friends mad at him, all the cuts and bruises, and his other friends back in the common room mourning for him. A lot was expected out of him these days.

"Quidditch!" He said aloud. "MADAME PROMFREY!"

The nurse came rushing from her office to his bedside, her face stricken with panic.

"What's wrong? Did the person attack you again? Where does it hurt the most?" The questions just seemed to never cease.

"Oh no, I'm fine, really," he said moaning a little when she finally closed her mouth. "I just wanted to know if I could play quidditch this Saturday?"

Her eyes now widened now and a mingle look of anger seemed to start in her face and soon enough she was clenching her fists.

"Well, I've never! Mr. Potter, you- you- if you weren't laying in that cot right now, I would be strangling you! Cuts and bruises all over you and all you can think about is some crazy quidditch match!" She continued to mumble about this all the way back into her office. As she closed the door, James grinned and gazed around the room.

A torch was left on for him, making the rest of the room look dark and musty in appearance. He so preferred to view it in the daylight. Done numerous amount of detentions when he'd have to clean something, whether it was the beds, trays, etc. Sirius and him had races when they were first years to see who could get it done the fastest. Sadly, the teachers figured out they were enjoying it and forced them to have separate detentions instead.

Drifting in and out of sleep, he did manage a few hours of rest to himself. Around five Madame Promfrey checked him and provided him with dinner, still a bit mad from last night. Again, he stayed in the Hospital Wing that night, with Saturday just a few days away.