Lily woke up that rainy Sunday morning rather early due to the sounds of the rain and the occasional thunder. She slid into her robe and slippers and silently crept down the stairs into the common room. The room was dark except for the orange glow around the fireplace. She curled up next to the fire and just stared at its beauty and absorbed its warmth. Completely lost in the moment, the fire slowly dying, the rain falling lit up with the white of the lighting, she was suddenly brought back by the creaking of the stairs.

She turned toward the steps to see nothing, there wasn't anything there, but then at the bottom of the stairs was Micha, her cat. Micha stretched before continuing on to Lily. Lily could have sat beside that fire all day just soaking up its warmth but eventually decided to get an early start to the Great Hall.

She opened the doors of the Great Hall and noticed how dim and soft the candles burned, and the absence of all light in the reflected sky. The enormous black clouds dropped sheets of water heavily from them. Lily pulled herself out of her stare when a sudden both of lighting cracked the dark sky. She shuddered as the thunder played through her ears and headed toward the Gryfindor table.

Slowly the room filled itself with students searching for a warm breakfast. Lily sipped her hot chocolate just as her friends had entered. Kaitlin sat down beside her. "How are you sweetie?" She said her arms tightly wrapped around Lily's neck.

"Fine," Lily began, "If I could breath!"

Kaitlin giggled, "Sorry."

"It's alright," Lily smiled.

"Excited about tomorrow," Kaitlin asked.

Lily was obviously confused by the look on her face, "What's tomorrow?"

"Oh, well just Halloween!" Kaitlin said, "And the dance!"

"I can't believe how easily I forget these things."

"Are you going to watch the Quidditch match tonight?" Kaitlin questioned.

"I'd like too," Lily paused to see her face, "Of course I'll go. Have to see you play!"

Kaitlin smiled.

Later that day, Lily found herself curled up in front of the fire playing a game of solitaire as she often did. She had about an hour before Kailtin's game and the rain was still pouring. The sounds of the crackling fire caught Lily's attention. Until the portrait hole opened and through it quickly crawled Brooke. Lily looked at her in utter confusion as she tried to catch her breath. "Brooke, what is it?" she asked, "Are you all right?"

She took a deep breath. "Just looking for you," she said.

"Why?" Lily asked concerned.

"Well, I thought," she paused. "Someone's looking for you."

Lily was utterly confused. "Who?"

"Snape."

"What!" Lily exclaimed, "Why!?"

"I don't know."

"Well, then why did you rush up here to tell me this?"

"He said it was important, and I believed him."

"Well, if it's important," Lily sighed and stood up, "I guess I should go find out what exactly it is."

"He's down in the library, I'll walk with you."

The way to the library was fairly short. "What do you suppose it is?" Brooke asked.

"Probably wants something for class or something."

"Why should he ask you about class, Lily?"

"I don't know, what else could it be?"

"Why would he even speak with you? No offence."

Lily laughed, "None taken."

They stopped at the door. " You going to the game?" Brooke questioned.

"Yeah."

"I'll save you a seat, see you then." Brooke left her there.

Lily entered the library quite alone. It was of course pretty quiet and empty being that it was the weekend. She saw Snape seating at one of the tables by himself. His dark hair stuck to his face. His hooked nose in a very large book. Lily walked over and stood over him. He slowly and eerily raised his head.

"Evans," he sneered.

"May I ask what was so important that you had to speak with me?" Lily said ver annoyed.

"All in good time," he smirked, "Not here."

"And why not!" Lily said angrily, "I haven't the time!"

"Quiet!" the library called.

Snape sniggered. Lily took a deep breath. "Shall we go then?"

Snape stood up slowly, "You are not to walk with me, but behind me."

"Why?"

"Don't want to be seen with you."

"Then I suppose I'll just go back to the dormitory then. I don't have time for people who don't want to be seen with me."

"I think you misunderstood."

"I think not."

He rolled his eyes. "Come on, all explain. Just walk a bit behind me."

He walked away. Lily looked around completely unsure of what to do. Should I follow or leave or stay?

She looked around again. And followed. She stayed as far away as she could with out losing him. He led he down in to the damp, cold dungeons. The moisture filled the air making each breath more and more difficult the further down they went. Finally he turned into an empty room.

"Why," she was cut off.

"Because I didn't want you to make a scene. I don't want you drawing attention to your secrets." He emphasized the your.

Lily looked at him shocked. "My," she stammered, "My secrets?"

"Yes, Lily." He smiled at her eerily thinking of his achievement.

"What are you talking about?" Lily said knowing exactly what he was talking about.

"Oh, you know," he said, "You remember."

"Do I?" Lily said stubbornly.

"Well, I didn't think you could so easily forget but," he sat down at an empty table and put his feet up, "Let me remind you."

He started going through the pockets of his robe. Lily wasn't sure what he was doing. She shivered in the cold silence. He pulled out a rolled up paper. "Remus," he said unrolling the paper, "And you. Both, together."

He showed it to her, a picture, a magic picture, of her and Remus that dreadful night. "Where did you get that!" she tried to snatch it.

"I took it."

"Why?" she asked, "Why do you care."

"You don't want anyone to know about you and Remus?" he asked sarcastically.

"There is no me and Remus."

"Sure looks like it to me," he looked at the picture as Lily leaned closer to Remus.

"What does it matter to you."

"Well if you don't want me to tell," he trailed off.

"And?" Lily said, "I don't."

"Well, then you should do something for me."

"What do you want me to do for you?" she said rolling her eyes.

"I want you to go to the dance tomorrow with me."

"What!"

He waved the picture at her.

"Fine."

"Good,"

"Can I go now?"

He nodded.