Author's note: Thanks for your support. There's no need to worry about the story. I actually have up to year 4 written completely and I'm stumped in the middle of year 5. I'm just really bad at posting ona regular basis. With Bailey's passing away I've become even more scatter brained. Not to mention I'm exhausted beyond belief. I'm going to try and make more of an effort to post on here more often, though.

Diana: I'm glad I got you into fanfiction. It's always nice to know I've had a major effect on someone. I don't really post so much on anymore because of the fact that they have deleted my story twice and it would be the third time reposting it. That drives me up a freaken wall. Throw in the fact that I can't even access my one name and it really ticks me off. I've kinda lost all faith in that site because of all the problems I've had with it. I'm glad you found my story on here, though. It's a great to here from a long time fan of mine.

Enjoy new chappie, all! Love, Amoura

PS- The last thing Professor Cauldro says at the end of this chappie is, "Good night, little angel. Good night"I think... It might mean small fairy. I don't quite remember.

Lily woke up in the hospital wing with two ice blue eyes staring down at her. "Dios Querido!" she cried, startled by the eyes.

The eyes moved away and Professor Cauldro's face came into view. "So now you call upon God when you see me, do you?" she asked teasingly.

"What?" Lily asked confused. "What did I say?"

"I believe it was 'Dios Querido'. Isn't that Spanish for 'Dear God'?"

Lily blushed. "I'm sorry, Professor. It's just seeing a pair of eyes like yours when first waking can be a bit unnerving."

"I see. So how are you after your little flight?"

"My flight? Oh, yes," Lily said, remembering. "Did I look like an angel as I came down?"

"I would say so. Now, can you tell me how those wings became real, when I know for a fact they were originally fake."

"Oh, Professor, the headmaster would be a better person to ask."

"No, no, dear Lily. And I beg you call me Synthia when we're alone. I want you to tell me all you know about your new and strange powers."

"Well," Lily said, sitting up, "all I really know is that when they first appear it's because of a strong emotion. Like great hate of an enemy and peer, or great love for and of another. And also, some sort of symbol appears in the palm of my hand, then it disappears, to be replaced by a fire under the skin. Last time I was knocked unconscious for a day or two. How long was I out this time?"

"It has only been a few hours since you fainted. Oh, and if you're wondering, you still have your wings."

Lily looked over her shoulder and groaned. "Oh, dear! Does Remus still have his?"

Professor Cauldro smiled. "Yes, he does. He was given a sleeping potion so he shouldn't be up till morning. Though a certain Mister Potter was here for quite some time after Mister Lupin fell asleep. He didn't like it either when I shooed him away. After all, he needs his rest for classes tomorrow." The professor looked at her watch. "Or should I say later today? Either way, he still needed his sleep. Remus will probably be in class tomorrow, with or without the wings. You will probably be told to rest the rest of today."

"I hope so. I feel exhausted. So my dear Lancelot was here earlier. That's reassuring to know." The professor gave her a confused look. "It's simple, really, Pro—I mean, Synthia. I love stories and books about King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. That includes Queen Guinevere as well. Well, the more I read them and the more I look at my situation, I feel more and more like Guinevere did when she was left to deal with loving both Arthur and Lancelot. Remus is my King Arthur," she looked over at the bed beside hers where Remus was sleeping, "and James is my Lancelot. Even there physical features match up, for goodness sake!"

Professor Cauldro giggled. "Well, you may not have the firmest grip on reality at times, Lily, but you certainly are a delightful girl and student. Now, about your new powers: first of all, they're Atlantean, ancient magic from the isle of Atlantis. Very far back in you family line, I'd assume, you had a witch or wizard from Atlantis. The symbol on your hand is the Atlantean symbol for the letter 'A'. After you use these powers quite a few times, the symbol will stay on your hand." Professor Cauldro showed Lily the palm of her hand. There, in the center of her palm, was a partially squared off spiral. "Albus was right when he told you that emotion is the first reason for these powers to show. From what I've gathered, the reason yours came to be was because of a great anger and hate of some students. Four specific Slytherins, to be exact." Lily nodded. "Like I said in the beginning of last year: just because I am head of the house doesn't mean I favor them. Some might think I favor you, which, to be quite honest, might be slightly true."

"Synthia, I hate to interrupt, but I really am dead tired. May we finish this conversation tomorrow, maybe? I can barely keep my eyes open."

"Of course! How rude and unthoughtful I've been. Get some rest, my child. Get some rest."

Lily lay back down on her pillow and was asleep almost instantly. Professor Cauldro brushed locks of Lily's gingery-red hair out of her face. "At last," The professor murmured. "At last I have found the reason for my being. Buonas noches, pequeña hada. Buonas noches." With that, she left the infirmary.