Lily looked down at the journal that her mother had just handed her. Her eyes grew wide. It was the most beautiful thing that she had ever seen. The cover was the exact shade of Lily's eyes, while the writing on it was the exact shade of her fiery red hair. She looked at the words:

Imagination

A journal where your dreams take wing

"Oh mum," Lily sighed, "it's beautiful. Thank you so much. Lily gave her mother a hug. I'll write down everything this year! I promise!"

"Yes, and every year hereafter, I will give you a new one for the new, year." Melinda promised her daughter.

"Mum?" Lily asked.

"Yes?" Her mother replied.

"Don't you think that it would be fun for you to have a journal too? Then, each year, when I come home for the summer holidays, we can read each other's journals." Lily explained.

"Yes. I think that's a wonderful idea! I'll get one today."

"Girls?" Lily's father called. "The pizza's here! Are you going to come down?"

"Yes!" Lily and Melinda chorused.

"Now dear, just do your best to forget about Petunia. It's very wonderful to be a witch and your father and I are very proud. Petunia will come around some day." Mrs. Evans assured Lily.

"Ok. Thanks mum."

"Your welcome darling. Now, lets go get some pizza!" Lily's mother said as she hopped off the bed.

"I'll race you!" Lily shouted. They took off. Luckily, they didn't her Petunia sniff disapprovingly in the background.

Lily won the race and dinner was a joyous affair.

After helping with the dishes, Lily went upstairs to write in her journal.

August 30, 1970,

Dear journal,

Mum gave you to me today. I promised her that I would write down everything that happened this year while I'm away at school. Mum said that she's going to get a journal too; then we can swap at the summer holidays and read how the other's year has gone. I probably won't write in you tomorrow because I want to save as much room as I can for my year at Hogwarts. Maybe I'll be able to learn a spell that can add parchment to you. Well, I'm going to bed. Tomorrow is going to be a big day; were going to get my school supplies in Diagon Alley! I guess I might write in you tomorrow about our day there. I know it will be so much fun! Mum said that maybe, next year, I can get a broomstick. I wonder where we're going to get Wizard money though. I'm sure that they use a different currency then Muggles do. Well, I guess I'll just have to wait and see. Goodnight!

Lily

When she was finished writing in her journal, Lily got ready for bed, turned out the hot pink lamp on her beside table and lay down in her bed. She fell into a deep and dream filled sleep. Which isn't surprising if you think about the day that she had.

Later that night……….

"Lily! It's Him! Take Harry and Run!" Lily could hear a boy calling her name and another boy's but she didn't know who he was or who this Harry was either. She opened her eyes and looked around. She was standing in a quaint little cottage. She looked over at the man that she was sure had said her name. He was a good-looking boy; he had very untidy black hair, captivating bespectacled eyes, and a muscular body. She didn't know who he was though. "Lily go!" He told her once again. She looked down in her arms and realized that she was holding a baby. This must be Harry, she thought.

Then, without warning, Lily felt a sudden surge of fear. She didn't know why, she just knew that she needed to listen to that boy.

She turned and ran up the flight of stairs next to her. She kept running until she came to the top floor. She walked into the room on the right, and then she turned around and locked the door. She then crossed the room that she supposed must be little Harry's nursery and put him carefully down in his crib. She could hear the boy downstairs fighting with someone. "Leave Lily and Harry alone Voldemort! Stand and fight me like a man!" The boy shouted.

"Ah, James Potter, this has always been your downfall; your cockiness." So the boy's name was James. Lily registered. But, what am I doing here? She wondered.

"Then let it be my downfall! Just don't hurt Lily or Harry!" James screamed. Why does he care for me so? Lily asked herself. I don't even know him.

"I am afraid that isn't possible Prongs. You see, it is told to me that your son, Harry, is to be my downfall and if I must kill you and your precious wife to kill him, then so be it." Voldemort said in a calm voice. Wife? How can I be married and have a son? I'm only 11 years old. Lily confusedly thought.

"AVADA KEDARVRA!" Lily heard Voldemort scream. I must be in the wizarding world. Lily realized. What did he do to him? She could hear Voldemort coming up the stairs. She turned and looked at Harry and realized that this must be in the future and that James must be dead. Well, if Harry was indeed, her son, then she would indeed die for him, just like James had done for the both of them. The door opened with a click, Lily bent down and gave little Harry a quick kiss and hug and told him that she loved him very much, she then straightened up to face Voldemort. "Oh, how touching. Too bad I have to end this happy moment." Voldemort said in a sarcastic voice.

"You killed James." Lily said through gritted teeth.

"Oh, yes, you are bright." He said in an even more sarcastic tone. "Now, let me pass and I shall spare your life. I only want the boy." Voldemort informed her.

"Never!" Lily spat. "I will never let you kill my baby! Please, kill me instead!" Lily pleaded.

"Stupid girl. I've already told you what I want and as you are denying me that-AVADA KEDARVRA!"

Lily saw a flash of green light and then she knew that she was dead.

Lily bolted upright in bed, breathing heavily. "Oh, it was just a dream." She said with relief. She then lay down again. She didn't fall asleep for a long time though; she lay awake for hours wondering what it all meant.

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