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MAY 24 (hee hee, my bday) FOURTH YEAR
Lily woke, gasping, and immediately ran for Dumbledore's office. She found him wandering the halls.
"Yes, Miss Evans?"
"Headmaster, you know how a few months ago, I told you of my suspicions?"
"Ah, yes. About being a Seer. And?"
"Well, I had another dream."
Lily watched Hogwarts disappear as the carriage pulled her away.
Damn Sight.
Just because of a single dream where Voldemort speaks of coming after her, and Dumbledore decides to send her away. So off she went to visit her aunt and uncle in France—for a year. And when she came back, it would be under a different name.
Damn Sight.
Shawn and Trista woke to find Lily's bed made, her trunk gone, and Lily herself absent.
By breakfast, news had spread that the queen of Hogwarts had disappeared without a trace. Rumors of suicide, murder, kidnapping, and something that had to do with evil midget clowns (most likely Sirius's creation) were flying everywhere. No one knew what to think. Not even the Marauders.
James had tried to read Lily's thoughts, but his mind seemed to slide over an invisible wall. Which meant she was blocking his thoughts, unconcious, or dead. He was voting for the first one.
"Remus?" he asked miserably.
"I don't know, James. I just don't know."
Sirius and Remus watched helplessly throughout the next year as James slowly faded away. He ate less, slept less, talked less, pranked less. Without Lily, James Potter was—LESS. Their friend seemed to have lost his thirst for life. His grades dropped, he didn't laugh, and smiled less. He even lost his enjoyment in Quidditch. James spent most of his time alone.
The boys of course surprised Remus with their Animagus forms and went out on full moons with him. Sirius knew James only did that because it reminded him of Lily. But they could do nothing. Just watch.
A/N: Sorry?