Lily was dreaming. She was running through dark woods bathed in silver moonlight. She tripped over the hem of her long white dress and turned to see a sneering face looking at her.
"Give up, Mudblood."
"No!" Had that come out of her mouth? Her voice was different, older and more mature. "I'll die before I join you!" She shivered, as it was All Hallow's eve and there was an eerie chill in the air in addition to the breeze.
"Fine," said a huge man with a daunting face. "Your choice."
"EXPELIARMUS!" A tall man with thick black hair came out of nowhere. His face was serious and familiar, and he looked frightened. "Lyla, this way!" He grabbed her hand and led her through the trees. Lily felt her body, which was out of her control, relax.
"Oh, thank Merlin, Bryant. I thought they'd killed you!"
"They tried. And Lyla, they'll try again. And succeed." He was still pulling her through trees. She lost sense of where they were as they went deeper and deeper into the woods, moonlight being their only guide. Random jagged plants snaked around their feet as they ran, making it hard for them to keep a fast pace.
Lily gasped. "What will we do?"
"More than just our lives depends on our survival; they'll kill anyone who isn't like them. There's an ancient charm, my love, that once cast will give us another chance. But..." Bryant glanced over into her distressed green eyes as the cruel wind whipped her long curls around her beautiful face.
"Yes?"
"We have to die."
Lyla gasped. "If we die, they win! You've heard the prophecy, we're the ones to stop them!"
Bryant stopped running at a small clearing and turned, putting his hands on Lily's shoulders. "We'll be born again, when we are needed. We'll be together again, and we'll stop them."
"But what if it's too late?" Lily felt fear pounding in her chest, no, Lyla's chest, through her long ivory silk dress.
"It's our only chance. They'll die as we do. Slytherin will hear about this, and he'll halt their mission until his heir is born and ready. For all we know, that could be decades or centuries from now. If we use this charm, we'll be brought back when we're needed." He turned as dark cloaked figures came out of the bushes.
"Gryffindor, surrender!" They were surrounded now, with no way out.
Another cloaked man spoke in a deep voice. "You will either join us, letting us kill this mudblood after we use her to kill her own kind, or you will die."
Bryant 's hazel eyes were staring hard into Lyla's. "Do you trust me?" he whispered.
She stared back determinedly. "With all of my being."
He took her hands and began to whisper soft words. A bright silver mist swirled around them, lifting Lyla's waist-long red hair like a soft breeze before vanishing as he finished. He nodded and winked at her, squeezing her hands, then turned to the other men.
"Then I choose death. This will not be the last you see of me, and your master knows it. Kill me now, though I can promise that we will be victorious in the end." He gripped Lyla's hand tightly and prepared to be killed.
As killing spells were cast, they reflected off the silver mist that was once again surrounding Lyla and Bryant. As Slytherin's followers cast spells of death and torture, they got hit by their own spells as they bounced back. Lyla and Bryant said goodbye, but not forever.
"I'll see you again," Bryant whispered as his life slowly ended.
"Yes," Lyla whispered. "...I'll be waiting."