A month later, nighttime found Lily tossing and turning in her sleep. She was dreaming very vividly, and there was a searing pain in her forehead. She was having another vision. This one in particular happened to be about a boy she was very familiar with. She viewed the scene from an outer, unknown position. She thrashed about desperately, trying to wake up.

"Harry, I know you're in there," came a soft female voice. Lily relaxed slightly in her sleep. The pain in her forehead lessened and she knew that she couldn't fight her way out of the vision. She'd often dreamt of this boy. He was only eleven, twelve at most.

As Harry got up to open the door, Lily felt herself switching perspectives. 'That's odd,' she thought. 'That's never happened before.'

Looking through the girl's eyes, Lily found herself face-to-face with a boy around her own age. He had messy jet black hair, startling green eyes, and a thin lightning bolt scar on his forehead. That was her child, she knew. His other features looked familiar, but she couldn't tell exactly who he looked like.

And it was annoying the crap out of her.

Harry looked sullenly at her. "How did you know I was in here Hermione?" he asked. She pushed past him and into the room.

"Intuition," she said shortly. Looking at Harry again, Lily-Hermione noticed how much older he'd gotten.

"Hermione," said Harry irritably, (sp?) running a hand through his hair, giving Lily an odd sense of De Ja Vou. "Why are you here? Maybe you don't know what could be going on with me? Maybe you haven't seen the others yet?"

Hermione-Lily stood still and glared at Harry coldly. Lily felt anger rush through her veins, a shocking difference to the curiosity that was burning in her actual being. "Maybe you don't know that there are actually people that want to help you. Maybe you haven't been to see the others! Maybe one day you'll understand that you are not alone in this." Harry looked up at her and opened his mouth to say something.

At that moment, Lily felt a pain shoot across forehead and saw Harry fall to the floor, withering in agony. Lily began to cry out in pain as the vision was snatched away from her.

She came back to reality, the aftermath of the pain in her forehead had barely lessened, and she was full of a frustrated curiosity. The curtains of her canopy bed were ripped open and Lily could hear Alice fumbling around in the dark. Lily's breath was coming in raggedly in between the sobs.

Alice found her way over to Lily, made her sit up slightly, and then lay down again, her head on a pillow that was residing in Alice's lap. After a few minutes, Lily's sobs subsided and her breathing became normal. A little while later, Alice stopped stroking Lily's hair and squinted down at her. "Do you want to tell me tonight, or can it wait until morning?"

Lily hugged her friend and put her pillow back on the bed. "Morning," she mumbled, lying down again.

Alice went back to her bed, al the while wondering why nothing good ever really happened to Lily. "What's Lily ever done to anyone? Nothing. She's got a hateful older sister that constantly puts her down, she's treated like dirt by most of the Slytherins, she's got this horrible "Gift" that keeps her up nearly every night, and James Potter is after her. How horrible is her life going to get? With all the good she's done, you'd think that she'd get a break." Alice shook her head as she climbed into bed.

A/N: Wow. Poor Lily. Alice is right. Do you guys think that I should make Lily's life a bit more bearable? Or do you want her to go through hell for a bit longer? You guys have two weeks to vote!