They both shot their spells at each other at the same time. And it hit them both pretty hard.

James's body stiffened up like a board, and he fell flat on his face. Lily barely had the time to giggle when her mouth started spraying out pink bubbles! She covered it, but she kept hiccupping and the bubbles squeezed its way out of her hands.

James's wand was still pointed at her, and he was able to mutter some inaudible words, causing a bright stream of light to hit Lily and throw her unconscious. Unfortunally, he was so pissed off at Lily's successful attack that he didn't think of what she would say later.

So Lily wound up in the hospital wing because of James. You can probably guess that she spent her time grumbling about that unprovoked attack. After she woke up, of course.

All of a sudden, a flood of people in red Quidditch outfits came in, supporting one player. The one player's hair was naturally messy and Lily could see the blood streaming out from his nose, and he had a nasty cut on his forehead.

Madam Scarlet fussed over the player, who seemed to be sort of enjoying the attention. She placed him on the bedside beside Lily.

The player looked over at Lily in his bed and smiled slightly.

"Hey Evans. Thought you'd be out of here by now." He said.

"Potter? You rat! I just woke up! No thanks to you!" Lily cried.

James winced. "Sorry. I was trying to apologize to you, but, well, you weren't awake."

Lily glared.

James looked very meek. "Heh heh. Well now that we're in the same boat-"

"Don't ask, I already know what you're going to say-"

"-will you go out with me?"

"NO!"

"Oh, okay. I'm going to go over here then-"

James fell off the bed with a sickening crunch. "Ow."

Lily looked over in concern. "James? Are you okay?"

James looked up brightly. "Hey, you called me James!"

Lily growled. "Ug! I can't believe you!"

"Mind you, that really did hurt." James pointed out.

"You. Are. Impossible."

"Thank you! Maybe sometime you want to watch me play Quidditch-"

"No, I've seen you catch the Snitch that you've nicked too many times already, and even if I go to the Quidditch games, which I do, they wouldn't be to watch YOU." Lily rambled. James just got her blood going, and she just had to let all the yelling come out.

James winced. "Ouch." He figured that he'd actually made things worse, not better, so he sadly turned around and tried to go to sleep.

Lily almost felt bad at her outburst, being the kind person she was. "Well, I'd have to be kind to live with a jealous sister like Petunia." She thought sadly. If only Petunia would just be happy with what she was, they might be on better terms. Lily sighed, and stared at James's sleeping form a little longer. She realized what she was doing and quickly turned away.

James had a dream. He had no particular part in the dream, he was merely a spectator. He watched as himself-wait! That isn't him! The messy dark hair was the same, but the eyes-they were green and very familiar. He watched the boy pass through his life. He felt the boy's pain, a missing part of his heart. He realized that that missing part was James himself. Then he saw into the future, a Seer prophesizing something to a white haired old man. He heard her harsh words:

"THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROCHES- BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE THRICE DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES-AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL, BUT HE WILL HAVE POWERS THE DARK LORD KNOWS NOT-AND EITHER MUST DIE-"

James awoke with a cold sweat, his breathing harsh and heavy. Lily groggily woke up and held her head. The Seer! The Seer had not finished her prophesy! He had not heard all of it.

"What'd you go waking me up for, Potter? Can't you see someone trying to rest with your brilliant Snitch-seeking eyes?" Lily said sarcastically.

James ignored her. It was late, or early, after all. She was just grumpy.

What the hell was that dream about? Who was that boy?