Lily looked down into the playpen that Neville was laying in. His eyes were wide open, filled with fear. There was something wrong with him, he never slept or smiled. Lily would rock him for hours, trying to get him to go to sleep, but he wouldn't. He always looked afraid and on the brink of crying, and yet he never cried.

James walked up behind her and slid his arms around her waist. "Harry just went down for a nap," he said as he yawned lightly.

"Neville won't sleep," Lily sighed.

"Maybe we should leave the room," James suggested.

Lily nodded. "Yeah, he might be afraid of people, besides Dumbledore said that he was going to drop by soon, and we don't want to miss him," she said as she left the room.

Her hand hesitated over the light switch, debating on whether to turn them out or not. "He might get freaked out," James said.

Lily nodded and pulled the door halfway shut behind her. She walked down the stairs with James and found Dumbledore sitting in their kitchen. "There you are!" he said cheerily.

James smiled. "We had to put Neville and Harry down for a nap."

"How is Neville doing?" Dumbledore asked, still smiling.

Lily sighed. "He never sleeps and his eyes are always filled with pure terror."

"Then I guess he will be glad to know that his parents are recovering and will be able to take him home in a week," Dumbledore said.

Lily and James smiled. "That is good news," he said.

"I am still worried about Neville though," Lily said.

Dumbledore nodded. "He'll be fine after he returns to his parents. It is normal for the victims of Voldemort to feel fear after he comes for a visit," he said.

"But he only seems to look extremely afraid when he sees me, when I look at him," Lily said.

"He is fine around me," James added.

"Well you see, Voldemort has a favorite curse that he likes to use on his victims, one that produces a flash of green light when it is cast. This particular shade of green resembles the color of your eyes, Lily," Dumbledore said.

Lily paused for a minute. "What?" she asked.

"From what I have heard from the neighbors of the Longbottom's, there were quite a few flashes of green light seen through the windows. Neville probably saw a few of these lights and got scared by them, like any young child would," Dumbledore explained.

"I see," Lily said as she looked down at the ground. "Would that also be a reason as to why Neville will scoot away from Harry when they are near each other?" she asked.

It was James who spoke this time. "I noticed that as well. He does have your eyes," he said.

Dumbledore nodded. "That would probably be the reason," he said.

"Was there anything else you needed to tell us?" asked Lily remembering the night that Dumbledore had dropped Neville off.

Dumbledore nodded. "But now is not the time. I am still unsure about how it will turn out, or if what I have heard is true. It might be a trap set up by the enemy and I don't want to risk it or get your hopes up over nothing," he said with a slight frown.

James nodded. "Will you tell us as soon as you know?" he asked.

Dumbledore nodded. "I will tell you. Hopefully I will know when I come to pick up Neville to bring back to his parent's house," he said.

Lily and James both nodded. "I guess we'll see you later then," James said as he shook Dumbledore's hand.

Dumbledore nodded as he apparated out of their kitchen. James looked over at Lily. "I guess we have to switch child duties then," he laughed nervously as he ran his hand through his hair.

Lily nodded and sighed as she felt a slight burning in her eyes. "I guess so. Harry and I will leave you and Neville alone," she said as she looked down at the ground.

James looked at her curiously before he pulled his hand to her face and propped up her chin. "Why the tears, flower?" he asked as he used his thumb to wipe away a tear that was winding its way down her cheek.

"Nothing, I just hate to think that I was making Neville feel frightened," she said as she crossed her arms.

"It's not your fault," James said as he touched her arm.

"I've always hated my eyes, ever since Petunia told me that they made me look like a creature from outer space," she said, laughing lightly.

"I have always loved your eyes," James said.

"I know, that's what you said the first time you ever saw me," she said as she looked at him.

"You still do have the prettiest eyes I have ever seen," James smiled.

Lily frowned. "Rose's eyes were prettier than mine," she said as she looked back down at the ground.

"Lily-"

"I think you should go check on Neville, he might need something," Lily said as she walked into the living room and sat on the couch to read.

James nodded. "Yeah, I guess I should, shouldn't I," he said as he walked up the stairs to the guest bedroom where Neville was laying awake, staring at the ceiling.

James looked down at him and Neville gasped slightly and then calmed down again. James smiled at Neville who looked away from him. James reached down to pick him up with a frown on his face. There was something seriously wrong with this child. James knew that he was probably scared out of his mind and all, but still, there was something else that was bothering him. Normal children sleep, Neville didn't. What had happened to him? Supposedly Dumbledore had taken him to the hospital to make sure he was uninjured before bringing him to his house, but had the Healers possibly overlooked something?

James shook his head as he carried Neville down the stairs to get him something to eat. "Lily, what does Neville eat?" James asked as he peeked his head into the fridge.

Lily appeared in the kitchen holding their family owl on her arm. "Same bottle formula as Harry does. I think we ran out of it though, I haven't had the time to run out for more," she said.

"Who are you sending a letter to?" James asked as he used his wand to transfigure a bottle of water into a bottle of formula.

"Gloria," she answered as she opened the kitchen window.

"Why?" James asked as he offered Neville the bottle.

"I haven't seen her in a while, so I asked her if she wanted to drop by for lunch sometime," Lily said as she watched the owl fly off into the horizon.

"I see," James said simply.

There was an awkward silence. Neville continued to drink his bottle and James saw his eyes begin to close slightly. "Lily I think he is going to fall asleep," James whispered.

Lily began to walk over to him and then she stopped. "Maybe it'll be better if I just take your word for it," she smiled weakly.

James nodded as he set the bottle down on the table and started to walk up the stairs to put Neville to sleep. Lily picked up the empty bottle and walked over to the sink with it to wash it so she could use it later on that day. A breeze came through the open window and Lily paused to look out of it for a minute. Her head was resting peacefully in her hands and she felt her eye lids grow heavy.

She saw something moving on the street in front of her. It was a person wearing a black cloak standing behind the tree of their neighbor's house across the street. She recognized that black cloak from somewhere...but she couldn't remember where. Everyone was wearing black cloaks these days.

The person made her feel uneasy, as if he was watching her house. He glanced her way and she quickly pulled the drapes shut over the window. "What happened? You didn't see out queer neighbor again did you?" James laughed as he walked over to his alarmed wife.

She shook her head. "There is someone out there in a black cloak, watching our house James," she said just above a whisper.

"Go lock the doors and windows, make sure they are all magically sealed," James said even though there was a charm on their house to keep strangers from entering.

Lily did as she was told as James looked out of the window. He closed the drapes just like Lily did. "He saw me," he whispered to the empty room.

Something about the figure bothered James. He was just standing across the street in his cloak, staring at their house. It was time to call in a professional, someone with a good nose.

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"He smells fishy alright, literally. I don't know where he came from, but he smells like he appeared out of a pond or something," Sirius said after he returned to the Potter's house after an examination. "He didn't seem too eager to get rid of me though. He let me sniff him and he petted me and played with my ears. If it weren't for the creepiness about him, I would say he was a nice guy."

"Did you recognize anything about him?" James asked.

"The fabric of his cloak didn't smell like any other fabric I have ever smelled. It wasn't factory made. He either made it himself or got it from someone who hand made it. It doesn't have a trace of laundry detergent odor on it, so I'd say it is fairly new, never been washed," Sirius continued.

"Anything else?" Lily asked as she held Harry in her arms.

"He had a wand. 11 inches, holly, unicorn tail center I'd say. Pretty bendy," Sirius said.

"How did you get to his wand?" James asked, obviously impressed.

"Jumped up on him and shook his robes. The wand fell out and I sniffed it for a minute before he took it from me," Sirius said, smiling.

"Do you think we could find out who he is by what wand he has?" James asked.

"Now you're thinking James!" Sirius said.

"Well come on then let's go to Ollivanders!" Lily said as she grabbed her cloak from the chair next to her.

Sirius motioned for her to sit down. "Already did. Guess who it is James, just guess!" Sirius said, excitedly.

"I dunno, your cousin Belltrix?" he asked.

Sirius' eyes darkened. "No, and don't ever mention her around me again," he said.

Lily thought for a moment. "I recognize the wand description from somewhere. I have seen it before. Did he go to school with us?" she asked.

Sirius nodded. "Our graduating year," he said.

"Did we know him?" James asked.

Sirius nodded.

"Did we ever speak to him?" Lily asked.

"James and I did a lot more than speak to him," Sirius laughed.

James smiled. "Did we ever torture him for calling Lily a mudblood?"

Sirius nodded.

"Are you serious? He was here?" Lily gasped.

Sirius nodded again. "I thought I'd never have to see him again."

"Why was he here though?" James asked.

"I found this note in his pocket," Sirius said as he drew a note out from his robes.

Lily made a grab for it, but James was too quick for her and snatched it away from Sirius.

A/N- Well you probably know who the Potter's stalker is now, I think I made it obvious. But, I bet you don't know what the note said!!! I don't even know what it says yet!! But I do know that my band got a division 2 at BOA on Saturday!!! Go us!! And I also know that you want to leave me a review...so hop to it!!