A/N: Its 9:37PM on a Saturday night. And damn, I'm feeling literate. Here I go, wish me luck with this! It's gonna be dramatic. Be warned, it's also going to be l-o-n-g!

Thoughts tumbled through Emma's mind by the second as she ran down moonlight halls and challenging stairs on her way to the Hospital Wing. Clutching the front of her red dress in front of her feet, she paused for a moment as she tossed her matching red high heels off and to the left side near the cold stone walls and continued her trail to the Hospital Wing.

What could have happened to Jake? What did Ashley mean? Was all this really her fault? These questions and more troubled Emma. And every second she spent in this castle, the more she began to miss her home back in Australia. In the year 2004. With her own friends and family. Under the name, and appearance of Emma Hogan. But there was no point missing home. She was in London. In the year 1977. With her Role playing cast. Under the name, and appearance of Lily Evans. And now things might just get worse.

She turned the corner sharply, skidding on the flat tiles in her tanned stockings when it hit her. No, not something physically. It was an image. In her mind. Almost like she had fallen asleep and started dreaming. She was in a house. In front of her there where wooden stairs leading up to another story and to her left there was a wooden book case. Emma moved her way towards the bookcase where there was a row of framed moving photos. One of them was herself, as Lily, and Jake, as James with the other Marauders grinning and waving dressed in straight black robes with hat outside the great hall. It was the Gryffindor robes, but something else. Emma look one last glance at the photo and moved on.

On the bookcase, there were many photos of herself and Jake together. Laughing, Grinning, Smiling like there wasn't a worry in the world. Then there was an interruption from Emma's gazing at the photos. The sound of a baby crying out. The crying was soft, almost mystical like and coming from upstairs. Emma rested her hand on the wooden railing and took her first step up the stairs. To her right, there was a mirror hanging on the wall. Emma stared into it and was surprised by the reflection.

It was Lily...But different. Her hair had been cut and was shoulder length in style. Her auburn red hair had golden blonde streak highlights through them. She still had the same dazzling green eyes, but her face looked more...matured. None of this was making sense to Emma. And the baby's crying continued on.

She braced herself for a second step, when there was a knock of wood coming from behind her. Emma glanced over her shoulder to see a wooden oak front door behind her. She turned herself around and walked over to the door. This dream...it made no sense. What were the photos saying? Why did she so look different? A strong sense told her it wasn't wise to open the door, but she placed her hand on the brass doorknob anyway. A turn of the handle and the door swung open.

In front of her stood a figure. A dark figure. The figures face was hidden under a hood from the cloak he was wearing. A pale hand raised holding a wand threateningly towards Emma. In horror, Emma grabbed the oak door and attempted to slam the door shut on the figure. But he was too strong. He made his way into the house and closer to Emma. Emma panicked and realized the baby crying had turned into an unpleasant screaming. Emma glanced around for protection but only stumbled backwards on her feet.

Then it was over. Emma awoke with the bright sun streaming through the open windows blinding her eyes. She was right were she was...only minutes ago. But the night was over, and the sun was high in the sky. Her body laid stiff and cold on the hard tiles beside the hard stone wall. Emma lifted her head and her upper body up so she sat. Her head throbbed painfully as she brushed her fire red hair out of her eyes and behind her ears. She must have collapsed at the corner and had only awoken now.

What was that dream? Or was it a dream? Her reflection...The figure...the photos of her and Jake.

Jake!

Quickly as she could, Emma leaped to her feet and stumbled her first few steps to stairs. On her way, A Hufflepuff about her age passed her with a confused look on her face. "Morning Lily, Haven't changed yet?" the Hufflepuff asked, obviously referring to Emma's dress. Emma didn't reply. Her stumbled formed into a run as she sprinted down the halls and finally reaching the Large oak doors of the Hospital Wing.

She didn't wait for an invite and busted through doors, making quite an entrance. Still only being half asleep, she limped her way into the ward where the nurse raised an eyebrow at her. "Goodness child! You're up early, what in heavens name-"

"I need to see Jake" Emma demanded.

"Jake? My lord, may the devils have captured your soul-"

"No, not Jake, I mean James. James Potter" Emma corrected, mentally cursing herself on calling him by his real name. The nurse gave her a sturdy look, deciding whether to protest about being too early in the morning for visiting hours. But by the tone of her voice and the state of her appearance, it was obviously important. After all, how often does Lily Evans ask to see James Potter?

"He's over there, Miss Evans" the nurse replied, pointing a bony finger to the ward on Lily's left. "Mind you though, he may be sleeping"

Emma ignored the nurse as she approached the bed hidden behind a light blue curtain. Gently, she pulled back the curtain and was horrified to see what it relived.

Jake was lying in the bed with the blanket just up past his waist. His face was covered in terrible gashes and deep cuts. Traces of blood could be seen on the white sheets he was lying in. His arms, just as bad as his face. He had obviously been attacked. In shock, Emma pulled her hand to cover her mouth as she examined the boy feeling much pity for him. At that moment, Jake stirred and opened his eyes looking much different (and attractive, minus the cuts) without his glasses on.

Jake glanced up at Emma, only seeing the blurred figure of a red head standing before him. Carefully, he reached over to his bedside table where he slipped on his glasses making Emma clear before him. Jake smiled weakly as Emma shook her head in disbelief.

"Jake..." Emma breathed "Wh-what happened to you?"

"Good morning to you to, Miss Evans" Jake joked weakly as he coughed and attempted to sit up, scrunching up his eyes in pain. He rested back against his pillow and braced himself to tell the story of what happened.

"I...I don't really remember all of it..." he began slowly "but...after we fought, I ran into the Forrest. It was only edge, when I heard something behind me. I turned...and I think I fell asleep. It was like a dream, I was in this house...there was these photos-..."

"On the bookcase" Emma finished for him. Jake looked up at her, confused. "How do you know?"

"I had the same dream." Emma spoke softly and paused for a moment while she thought. Jake had had the same dream as she had. What did this mean? Did they others have it too? Why is this happening?!

"Jake...Something really weird is going on around here"

A/N: Told you it was long. That took from 9:37PM-11:04PM. I tend to take my time though. Its all very spooky now! Muahaha, I love this! Hope you liked this chapter, for some reason, I really did.