A/N: Even though I shouldn't be online right now, and should be instead be doing homework, I typed this anyway. Writing certainly beats homework. Next update will be this weekend due to school camp.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter today, I won't own it tomorrow and I won't own itnext year and I will never ever own it.

Lipstick and Napkins

When Lily looked out the window she had seen a couple of pigeons roosting peacefully on the trees surrounding the police station. Even though she utterly loathed pigeons she was thankful they were there. They might not be owls, but she still hoped they could be used as delivery birds. But she still needed something to write on, and more importantly, something to write with.

She looked around her cell but she didn't see anything that fitted her requirements.

"Breakfast time." droned a voice from outside her cell. She turned around. The irritating policeman was there, holding a plate of a weird gray mush that Lily couldn't identify some tomato sauce in a packet and a glass of water. A plastic spoon was carelessly shoved in the mush, and seemed to be sinking further down every second. A napkin was next to the plate of mush.

By the presentation of her breakfast, it did not look edible, and she certainly did not intend to eat it.

"Eat up." said the policeman in his bored voice. "I'll come and collect it once your finished." He left quickly, possibly because he thought Lily's madness was catching.

Lily sat down on her bed again, in an attempt to think. Then, when the answer came to it she couldn't believe she hadn't though of it before. She had yet to search her pockets.

But after she turned them out, they weren't as promising as she thought. A lollipop stick and a tube of lipstick. Hadn't she bought this lipstick only yesterday? When Har- she stopped, since she had started crying again.

"Calm down Lily." she told herself. "Crying won't get you anywhere, and you want to get out."

She looked out of her cell bars, for inspiration. She saw a clock, it's hands pointed to show it was 9:30. Next to it was a calendar, which was on August and only the first day was crossed out. No matter how hard she tried, she could not see the year.

Lily concluded that the police station didn't update that particular calendar very often.

She turned back to the food. Now the sun was shining on it, it looked like vomit.

Here she was, Lily Potter. Witch without her wand, and about to be carted off to the loony bin. Add in having to eat some…thing…that resembled vomit for breakfast

This would have been bad in any situation, but in this one it was much, much worse. She was supposed to be dead, and her husband and her son were. She had to contact someone in twelve hours, or risk spending the rest of her life in solitary confinement in a room with padded walls and little men in white coats. Things were not looking up.

She looked at the things in her cell again. She could use the lipstick to write with, but she was sure the pigeons would not appreciate being written on.

She made a mental list of the things the policeman had brought in. Mush, glass, napkin…napkin?

It was so obvious; it was staring her in the face. Since she had been so caught up in the…disgustingness…of the mush, she had completely ignored the napkin. She wrote a rushed message on the napkin. Leaning against the wall she wrote a rushed message.

This is your little red flower. I know this seems odd after not seeing you for so long, but I am at a police station near my new house and I need you come to bail me out. I will pay for full. Please, find it in your heart to come and save me!

Your little red flower.

She ran halfway to the window, but stopped as she realised that she didn't have anything to tie it up with. When she stopped the white gold necklace she was wearing with an emerald pendant whacked her in the face.

The answer to her question had just whacked her in face. Her necklace. She hated the thought of giving it away, since her mother had given it to her for her fifth birthday. It had always been one of her most cherished possessions. Lily fingered it slowly. But if it was a choice between wasting her second chance at life and giving it away, she had to use it.

She ran to the window and called for a pigeon. It took her a few tries, but eventually a pigeon flew over to her and perched itself on the windowsill. She just seemed to have that knack with animals, especially the flying type.

Lily tied the letter quickly and her emerald green eyes lingered upon the pendant. She whispered the name of the recipient to the pigeon and sent it on it's way before she could regret using her necklace.

There wasn't much to do now, except wait. So she lay down on the bed, and even though it's brown cover scratched her legs horribly, she managed to cry herself to sleep.

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Lily was awoken by the irritating policeman. "It's time to leave," he yelled from outside her cell.

Lily felt her heart stop. No. All her attempts to escape, and they were all for naught. Seems like the Muggles would get their way. She could compare this to the witch burnings so many years ago. A witch was being condemned by Muggles with only circumstantial proof.

She did one last act of defiance. She simply refused to stand up, even though her legs were unbearably itchy.

"Don't make this difficult for me, missy." the policeman said in a suddenly threatening voice.

She only moved slightly, to scratch her leg. She saw someone walk into the hallway. Her heart leapt, but it kept beating loudly. And to her pleasure it was exactly the person she expected to see.

"Lily…no…it simply cannot be…it's…not…true…must stop hallucinating." the person moaned. "IT CAN'T BE!" the person promptly fainted.

During this exchange, the Muggle policeman watched with much amusement.

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Well…that was rather odd chapter. Thankfully, Lily will be out of the police station by the next chapter.

Next Chapter: We learn who "person" is and the chapter after that, Lily meets Harry…if all goes to plan.

You can guess in a review if you want. Whoever wins can get…the year old sandwich in the bottom of my bag! Doesn't that motivate you?

Review Responses:

Yami's Guardian Angel: Yukita: That's wise, since I know who you are. Especially since I was sitting next to you as you wrote this review.

IamSiriusgrl: Yeah, I like this plot too, so what better than to write a story about it?

kill bill rocks, ceriberry and sarasa: Thank-you for your reviews and I am also interested in seeing how this story develops, since I have a main outline but all the little bits and pieces have not yet made their way in.

belle granger: There are a couple of stories where Lily comes back rather than James, but they are hugely outnumebered by James-comes-back-to-life ones.