A/N: Hope this is good. Thanks for the reviews. They make me feel special J. PS, I count Lily as a marauder. Count this as shameless promotion, but read my other fan fic, The Things We Live For.

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, do you think I would write FAN FICTION about it. No, I would be writing the real thing.

Chapter 7

Dreams

Lily awoke with a start.

"Sirius!" she yelled in the girls dormitory. Her face was drenched in sweat. She was panting heavily and trying to figure out what happened. At the same time, Harry screamed the same thing.

"Lucy, you ok?" Hermione asked worriedly, rushing to her bed. Parvati and Lavender woke up for a second from the noise, but quickly went back to sleep. Lily shook her head.

"No, I just saw him die, Hermione. Just like that, in front of Harry," Lily said quietly. Hermione grew worried.

"That is not good. Harry usually has those dreams, ever since it happened in fifth year. You dreaming of something that you never saw, can't be good. I just heard Harry scream the same thing when you woke up," Hermione said. There was a long pause.

"So, it's true, he dies?" Lily asked. Hermione nodded slowly.

"You can't tell him though," said Hermione. "It was a mistake for you to find out about yourself."

"I know," Lily said, whipping the sweat off her face.

"I think we should see Dumbledore. It is not a common thing for people to share dreams," Hermione suggested.

"Yeah, I think we should," Lily agreed. The two went into the boys dormitory, to check on Harry.

oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo(Meanwhile)

"Sirius!" Harry yelled. He was panting and beads of sweat were dripping from his face.

"What?" Sirius groaned. "What do you want?"

"Nothing with you, Orion," Remus said, putting emphasis on his name.

"Harry, are you alright? You were thrashing all over the place," James asked. The three marauders and Ron walked over to Harry's bed. He gave a deep breath and nodded.

"Yeah, it happens a lot," Harry said. James, Remus, and Sirius gave him a weird look.

"You have nightmares like that a lot?" James asked. Harry and Ron nodded.

"Ever since fourth year," Harry said.

"And I am guessing if we asked you what happened in your dream, you will say you can't tell us," Sirius said.

"Yeah. Sorry," Harry said. He looked at young Sirius with despair. He had no idea of his fate, to be killed by his cousin at a young age. Harry could not bear to look at him.

"Did any of you guys hear a girl scream at the same time as Harry?" James asked. Ron and Remus nodded.

"It sounded a bit like Lucy," Remus said.

"Yeah, I was thinking that too," James said. Just then, the boys dormitory door opened. Hermione and a tired looking Lily entered.

"You ok, Lucy? Was that you we heard you scream," James asked. She nodded.

"Yeah," she said.

"Harry, could you come with us to Dumbledore's office for a minute?" Hermione asked politely.

"Why, you know the way," Harry said.

"Well, something happened with Lucy, and it involves you," Hermione said. All the guys looked confused.

"Fine, I will go," Harry said. The girls looked relived.

"See you guys later," Hermione said. Lily was lost in her own thoughts to say anything. Everything she saw, Sirius being killed by his cousin, falling through the veil, and dying. The thing that bothered her the most was not Sirius' death, but how Harry reacted. His screams, his attempts to get to Sirius, the tears welling in his eyes, his struggle against Remus. It all affected Lily pretty hard. She was completely silent during the trip to Dumbledore's office. Hermione gave the summarized version of the events to Harry, which was,

"Lily had a dream, and it involves you," Hermione said. That was all she would say. Hermione did not want Harry knowing Lily saw what he was dreaming. She did not know why, but it was just a gut feeling she had to keep it from him. They arrived at the headmasters office at around 3 in the morning.

"Pumpkin Pasties," Harry mumbled. The gargoyles jumped aside, and the three sleepy teenagers made their way to the office. When they arrived, there was no Dumbledore. (A/N: Asleep, maybe?).

"Umm, Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione called out in the office, hoping for a response. They waited there for a few more minutes, before Lily got fed up.

"Lets go. It was not that important," Lily murmured and headed for the door.

"May I ask what was not that important, Miss Evans?" Dumbledore asked from the top of the staircase in his office. The three teenagers froze in their steps. They turned to see Professor Dumbledore standing their in his night robes and cap. "Please, sit down." He drew three extra chairs for them to sit in. "Now, may I ask what the problem is?"

"Well, umm, Professor, I was sleeping and, I had a dream," Lily started. Harry was quite anxious to find out what was so important about this dream that it needed to be told to Dumbledore.

"Continue, Miss Evans," Dumbledore said. She hesitated for a minute before resuming.

"And, then, it turned to something I had never seen before. It was kind of fuzzy at first, but cleared up. I was in a room with all of these people fighting. Then, I saw an older man with long black hair battling with this woman near a veil," Lily said. Harry gave a cough/gasp thing. It can't be possible, he thought. "Then, the woman shot a red beam at him with her wand. He froze, and fell backwards slowly in the veil. He did not come back out. Then I saw…" Lily said. She was now starting to sob a little and it was becoming harder for her to complete her dream. "Harry running to the veil, screaming for the man. He was stopped by an older man, who was holding Harry back, telling him that he was dead. Harry would not accept it, and tried to get away, but the older man would not let him go. I heard another scream, and I woke up, screaming for him," Lily said. Tears were flowing from her eyes. She was wiping them away. Harry was in shock by the end of it. He had a huge lump in the back of his throat, and his vision was obscured by the tears that were in his eyes. He hated having to relive it. Especially from an outsiders point of view. It made it almost twice as hard to hear. He rubbed his eyes to get rid of the tears. He buried his head in his hands, trying to block it all out.

Hermione looked very somber and sad. She realized why she did not tell Harry about it sooner. She hated seeing him like this. It was how he looked all through out 6th year, extremely depressed and red eyes. She never wanted to see him like that again. She cared about him too much. She wanted to tell him it would be ok, but she knew it was a lie.

Lily noticed what recounting her dream did to Harry. She felt guilty for making him like this. He seemed like his father, never the type to shed a tear, but she quickly saw that she was wrong.

"Miss, Evans, do you know who these men were in the dream?" Dumbledore asked worried. There was no twinkle in his eye this night. He looked blank and weary. Lily nodded.

"Yes. Sirius and Remus, well Professor Lupin in this case," Lily said. She wiped away the rest of her tears with her sleeves, trying to give herself composure.

"You know of the fate of our dear Sirius," Dumbledore said. Lily nodded. "Have you found out anything else in your time here?" Lily began to look extremely guilty.

"Yes, Professor," she said. "James was looking through a book and he found out that we get married, we are murdered, and Harry is our…" Lily said, but started trailing off. Her tears were returning to her eyes. Dumbledore gave a sigh.

"I wish we could say we were any closer to taking you back to your time, but I am afraid to say we are not. Even if a time turner could work to take you home, it would be near impossible for us to get one from the ministry with out telling them why. Now, I suggest you keep this information you had just discovered in the dream to your self," Dumbledore said.

"Professor, the reason we came because at the exact same time, Harry was dreaming it," Hermione said.

"Is this true, Harry?" he asked. Harry nodded, now knowing exactly why he was here. Dumbledore sat there and thought for a few minutes, with the three of them left there, staring at him.

"If my theory is correct, it would have to do with your blood connection,"
Dumbledore said.

"Wouldn't that mean James would have the dreams too?" Harry asked. Dumbledore shook his head.

"Not in this case. Lily, when you died that night, you sacrificed your life to save Harry's. That created a bond between the two of you that not even the most powerful of magic can break. It flows through your blood to this day. Love," Dumbledore said. Harry knew of this already, but Lily and Hermione were completely shocked. Harry never told Ron and Hermione why he had to spend his summers at the Dursleys, for the blood protection his mother had placed on him when she died for him. Petunia, being related by blood, could keep Harry safe by keeping him in her house.

"So, what does that have to do with the dreams?" Lily asked.

"Well, since you are here Miss Evans, I believe that when Harry has a particularly strong, emotional, dream, you will experience it too. It goes both ways," Dumbledore said. "Now, it is late at night, if there are no further questions, you should go back to bed. You have classes in the morning," Dumbledore said. The three left his office. It was 3:30 am. They were silent once again one the way back to the common room.

"I am going back to bed," Hermione yawned.

"I am too awake now to go to sleep," Harry said. After he had one of his flashback dreams, he could never go back to sleep. Apparently, Lily was the same way.

"Yeah, I can't go to sleep now," Lily said. Hermione understood and walked up to the girls dormitory. Harry sat in his favorite armchair by the fire, the same one that he appeared through to talk to Harry. Lily sat across form him in another chair. They were silent for 10 minutes before Lily asked what she wanted to know.

"Harry, were you and Sirius, were you close?" she asked. Harry nodded. Hermione already told her they were, but she wanted to be sure.

"Yeah, he was my godfather," Harry said. "We became close after my third year."

"How come you did not talk with him before?" Lily asked. Harry paused for a moment.

"I can't tell you, I'm sorry," Harry said apologetically. He wanted to tell her everything, so that it could be prevented in the future. If he told her not to trust Peter, and that he would betray them and lead to their death, he would have a family. But most of all, he wanted to tell her because he wanted to be like a normal kid who told their moms and dads what was going on in their lives. Harry was not normal, and she was not his mom. She was Lily Evans, she was before his time.

"I understand," Lily said. "This must be torture for you though." Harry was confused.

"What's torture?" Harry asked curiously.

"To finally have both your parents with you for the first time in your life and you can't tell them anything," Lily said. Harry had to smile. She was like a mom, a normal mom who could read their son's feelings.

"Yeah," Harry said. "I want to tell you guys a lot of stuff, stuff that could probably prevent your deaths. If I did that though, the future could change dramatically, and we would not know if it would be for the better or the worse," Harry said.

"I see the difficulties with that," Lily said. She took a pause before continuing. "So, tell me something about you that could not affect the past," Lily suggested. Harry thought about it for a minute, trying to think of something that could be said and not affect anything.

"I was sent to live with Petunia," Harry said.

"Yeah, you told me that. I'm sorry you had to live with my wretched sister. Was she awful?" Lily asked.

"Yeah, but Uncle Vernon is worst," Harry said. Lily gasped.

"She actually marries Vernon? I thought she was just getting engaged to him so she could put one up on me. She was furious when I made Head Girl. A week later, she announced her engagement to Vernon. My parents were so happy that she finally was getting married. I was livid that she tried to take all the attention. She hates all magic," Lily said.

"I've noticed. She tried to squash the magic out of me for 10 years. I lived in the cupboard under the stairs till I was eleven," Harry said. Lily gasped.

"Why weren't you in a bedroom?" Lily asked.

"Well, like I said before. They felt if they could keep me as down trodden as possible, then I would have no more magic in me," Harry said.

"Petunia can be so stupid at times, but not that stupid. She is probably taking her aggression out on you, her being a squib and all," Lily said. Harry gaped at her.

"A squib?" Harry asked. Lily nodded.

"Yeah, didn't you know?" Lily asked. Harry shook his head. "Oh, well I guess it is something you want to keep secret and not spread around."

"That explains a lot, her being a squib," Harry said. "It is kind of funny, though," Harry said, managing a smile. Lily noticed his smile was a lot like James' smile. Lily blushed when she thought of James. She really liked him, though she told no one though, except for Remus. He was a good friend of hers, and she could tell him a lot. Lily really wanted to go out with James, but she was afraid of what others would think of her if she did, especially after all the times she turned him down. Well, according to Harry, we will go out some day, Lily thought to herself. She gave a small smile. There was another long pause.

"So, you saw the entire dream? Everything that happened?" Harry asked quietly. Lily nodded, the emotions from before came flooding back to her.

"Yeah. It kind of all makes sense now," Lily said quietly. Harry looked up from the floor.

"What makes sense?" Harry asked puzzled.

"Why you won't look at me, James, or Sirius," Lily said softly. Harry was a bit shocked at hearing this. He thought about it, and realized she was right. He did not want to look at any of them. It caused too much pain, especially Sirius. He had just lost Sirius over a year ago, and he still was not over it. Looking at them, hearing their voices, was not something he could bear. Though he wanted to be with them and get to know them, he could never enjoy himself or cherish the moment, knowing eh would have to lose them all over again.

"I'm sorry," Harry muttered quietly.

"No you're not," Lily said. "You may not mean to, but you don't want to get close to any of us, because eventually we will leave here," she said. Harry was impressed. She was as smart as others said she was.

"You know, I think you are too smart for your own good sometimes," Harry said with a small smile. Lily rolled her eyes.

"You sound like Potter," she said.

"Why don't you call him by his first name?" Harry asked. Lily was speechless. Not only was it weird to hear this question from her son, but she had never thought about it. She supposed she didn't because it would show that she liked him, more than a friend.

"Well, umm, I-" Lily stammered. He looked at his watch.

"It's five in the morning. I am going to start to get ready. It will take me while since I did not get a lot of sleep," Harry said, getting up from his chair. "See you in a few hours," he said as he walked up the spiral staircase to the boys dormitory.

"See you later," she said. She sat there, and listened to her thoughts, of everything she had just learned, and desperately hoped that the things she would find out would not get worse.