Time Heals Everything: Chapter 10

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Lily woke up from her sleeping bag on the floor. It was still dark. She felt all sweaty and cold at the same time. Wondering what was wrong, she walked to the bathroom to wash her already trembling face. As Lily splashed some cool water on her face, she hoped that she wasn't coming down with anything. The dance was tomorrow, and she didn't want to miss it for the world. Of course, she didn't mind missing her HSIP (A/N: It stands for Head Students Improvement Program, for all those who don't know. Since typing all that out takes so much time, I'll just be referring to it as HSIP.) classes, they were so boring and she learned nothing. Hopefully the two months would go by fast, and she could go back to her regular life. But, at that moment, with cool water running down her sweaty face, it seemed that nothing would be back to normal in a long, long time. Little did she know how right she was.

Lily finished in the washroom, and climbed back groggily into her sleeping bag that she had picked up earlier at Hogsmeade. Minutes later, she was fast asleep.

"Lily? Wake Up! We have classes in 15 minutes! And the dance is today…do you want to miss it? You know Professor Holbrook shows no mercy!"

James hastily shook Lily, trying to wake her up. However, after 5 minutes, Lily was showing to signs that she intended to wake up that day. She moaned, tossing and turning in her sleeping bag. James stuck his hand on her forehead like he'd seen his mother do. Her forehead was burning hot…and clammy, while her hands were frozen solid. Worriedly, he sent out for a nurse. But, he stopped in the doorway. He couldn't just leave Lily alone could he? Lily was going to kill him for this later, but he picked up her purse and went through it till he found her tiny silver muggle cell phone. He quickly dialled the number he had learned in Muggle Studies…the one number that was reserved for emergencies only. Dumbledore's. Dumbledore had one green muggle telephone in his office, one that he made sure every student knew of in case of an emergency.

His fingers trembles as he pushed the numbers, and he hastily pushed the phone to his ear. After 5 seconds, Dumbledore picked up.

"Hello?"

"H-Hello…Professor Dumbledore?"

"Who is this? And who is Professor Dumbleydorr?"

He quickly hung up. It was clear that he wasn't going to reach Dumbledore through phone. He whistled to Harold, his owl, and sent a letter to his headmaster. James glanced at Lily. She wasn't moving, and her breathing was speeding up rapidly. She moaned and moved, trying to make herself comfortable. It didn't work. As a last resort, James ran out to fetch the one person who he thought could help. Mary.

(A/N: Btw, for all those who have forgotten who Mary is, she's the receptionist at the Leaky Cauldron, and she is the one that found them in the supply closet together.)

Lily groaned. This pillow was so lumpy. And the sleeping bag was so cold. But then why was she all sweaty? She tried to open her eyes, but they seemed to be glued shut. Lily tried to talk…but her voice came out raspy and she couldn't even make out her own words.

James literally ran down the stairs to get Mary, only to find that she wasn't at her desk. He rang the muggle bell she had on her desk, but after 7 minutes of no response, he helplessly ran back up to Lily. Her breathing had slowed down so much, he thought she was dead. James opened the window to let in fresh air, but all that came in was a faint stale wind.

He couldn't think of anything else to do, so he knelt down next to Lily, and watched her. It ached him deeply, to just sit there and not be able to do anything, but he was at Wit's End, and there was nothing else left to try.

Suddenly, there was a sharp hoot , and a vigorous rapping sound at his window. James turned his head, and there was Harold, with a letter tied to his leg…