(A/N: Thank you all nice reviewers, a lot of people seem to like Gred and Forge, I mean, Fred and George. Who wouldn't? After they did to Umbridge, everyone should give them a good pat on the back and buy something from their shop. On with the story! Sorry so short, I just had a case of writer's block)

Sleeping with the twins around wasn't really what you would call comfortable. Harry, being woken up for the fifth time that night, was surprised to find Lily sitting on a spot a few feet away from the sleeping bag site. She was looking at the beautiful stars above. Harry, not wanting to intrude, rested his head on what he thought was his sleeping bag pillow.

As he closed his eyes, he felt a jerk at his head. He chose to ignore it and closed his eyes. Suddenly, Fred's foot gave another jerk and Harry's head fell on the soft grass. Harry sat up again and, giving up completely, walked over to Lily and sat by her side. She jumped and looked at Harry. She smiled, "Had a nice sleep?" Harry smiled, "Not really, Fred's foot just won a battle against my head."

"I know what you mean, George's foot just made the domino effect," Lily said. "Kicked James head and I fell out of my sleeping bag." Lily laughed and looked at the sky. "The stars are beautiful tonight."

"Yes, they are, I've never seen the sky this way before," Harry said. "Normally, there would be a lot of lights and some stars wouldn't be seen."

Lily began to giggle. "What's so funny?" Harry asked.

"It's just so," Lily said. "Weird. Here I am talking to my son who is practically older than me."

"I'm only seventeen," Harry said.

"Well, I wish I could've seen you grow up," Lily said. "But I would just see it from above. Not up close, I can't hug you or congratulate you."

Harry looked at Lily. Her eyes were beginning to water.

"How was life without me or James?" Lily asked.

"Pretty horrible," Harry said. "Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon treated me as if I was a slave. That is, until they found out I was a wizard, then they just ignored me."

"Tunia always hated me when all of us found out I was a witch," Lily said, laughing. "D'you say she married Vernon?" Harry nodded. Lily laughed again, her eyes brimming with tears.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked as a tear trickled down her face.

"It's just," Lily said, her voice cracking. "I just want to prevent my death. I don't want to sit down with James in a house, looking at the calendar, waiting for the date that we were dreading." Harry just kept quiet, the only sound now was Lily's occasional sob and Ron and Sirius's snoring.

"Just tell me a way," Lily said, now letting her tears run down her face. "Just one, how am I supposed to prepare?"

"Um-uh…" Harry said. He found himself keeping quiet.

"What is so hard about telling me just one thing?" Lily asked. "Just one sentence. One word if you want, but just tell me."

"I can't mess with time," Harry said, feeling very uncomfortable at the moment. "It's one of the important wizarding ru-"

"You are James Potter's son," Lily said, calmer this time. "You must've inherited a little bit of his rebellious pranking or maybe his stupid 'rules are made to be broken' rule."

"Just a little," Harry said, truthfully.

"Well, use that little bit of James to tell me," Lily said, her voice completely calm.

"I can't," Harry said.

"Why?" Lily said. "What is the reason you aren't telling me information that might be an advantage to your life."

"Because-" Harry began but was cut off as Hermione suddenly woken up.

"Harry!" Hermione said.

"Of that," Harry mumbled.

"You know you are not supposed to reveal any more of the future to them," Hermione said as though she was scolding a six year old child. Hermione had gotten up and was now walking towards Harry.

"It would completely alter your life," Hermione said. "You probably wouldn't even meet us, if they get back-"

"If we get back?" Lily asked sadly. "So, you aren't so supportive of us getting back?"

"No, I didn't mean it like that," Hermione said. "It was just that Harry-"

"Was completely going by the rules," Lily said calmly. "I was desperately asking him to tell, but no, he didn't tell me even though he clearly wanted to."

"Well," Hermione said, completely speechless. "Continue with your not rule breaking conversation, then." Hermione turned around and walked towards her sleeping bag. She let out a huge yawn before going back to bed.

"Well," Harry began but Lily raised a hand, silencing him.

"No, it was selfish of me to ask you all those uncomfortable questions," Lily said.

"So, we're okay?" Harry asked.

Lily smiled at him. "We're okay," she said before gazing at the sky again.

"Well, goodnight, Lily," Harry said. Lily nodded and Harry got up. He walked over to his sleeping bag. As his eyes drooped, Lily called out to him.

"It's not polite to call your parents by their first name," she said.

"Well, goodnight, mum," Harry said. He saw Lily give him a watery smile right before his sleepy-ness got the better of him. Why almost all the girls I talk to cry? That was the first thought in Harry's mind before he went to sleep.

Harry wakes up…

"Come on Harry!" Ron said. He appeared to be in a life preserver and he was holding an oar. "We aren't getting anywhere in this canoe if you fall asleep halfway down Cryer's Stream."

"What's Cryer's stream?" Harry asked, helping Ron paddle as they white water rafted past jagged rocks.

"It's a stream where water is always running and it can magically make you see the last person who cried to you," Ron said, he paused and a dreamy look came to his face. "Mum never looked so sad."

A scene flashed before Harry's eyes. "Just tell me," Lily said, her hands covering her eyes. "Why won't you tell me?"

Suddenly, there was a jerk and the scene ended. Ron had also felt the jerk and had fallen into the stream. "RON!" Harry screamed. Ron's red hair appeared in the white foam like a beacon but disappeared a moment later. The canoe began jerking again and again. Harry felt himself fall off the canoe and into the river.

'The life preserver will help me,' Harry thought. Suddenly, he saw that he was wearing Padma Patil's dress and the wet cloth was dragging him deeper into the abnormally deep stream. He saw Ron in the clear depths of the stream. He was wearing his frilly dress robes and was asking for a dance. A rock that looked like Hermione's screaming head suddenly fell from the surface and knocked him on the head.

BANG!

Harry fell from his pillow from the sixth time and looked around. Lily had gone to bed and the Sun was slowly rising. Harry rubbed the sides of his head. 'That was the craziest dream I have ever had,' Harry thought. His head pounded from the dream, or maybe it was just because of Fred's foot. Harry didn't care, he just wanted it to end. 'Reminder, never sleep next to Fred or George ever again!' he thought. 'They give me nightmares.'

(A/N: Had you there, didn't I? The dream was just something I put in so that the chapter wouldn't be too boring. Read and Review!)