"Potter passes the Quaffle to Soarirse, who quickly dodges Crabbe's bludger," Lily commentated into the magical megaphone. "Soarirse almost makes it to the Slytherin goal posts, but is quickly intercepted by the Slytherin captain, Lucius Malfoy. Malfoy grabs the Quaffle and begins making his way back towards the Gryffindor goal posts.

"I think Slytherin Seeker Lestrange sees something Gryffindor Seeker Longbottom doesn't, because Lestrange is suddenly racing straight up into the clouds! Longbottom quickly follows, but—no! Lestrange has got the Snitch. Slytherin wins the Quidditch Cup." Lily finished her commentary of the Quidditch Finals, wishing the year could go on just a bit longer.

Lily had just been getting to like all of her classes, even Divination. She and James had only prophesied small bits of Harry's life this year—a large boy who resembled Lily's sister's boyfriend; a dog chasing a little Harry up a tree; a cupboard under a set of stairs; they had even seen a ten-year-old Harry magically (albeit accidentally, from the looks of it) set a snake loose on the large boy. At least, Lily assumed that the black-haired, green-eyed boy was Harry. He certainly looked enough like James.

At the feast that night, the last feast of the year, Lily listened sadly as Dumbledore bid farewell to the students of Hogwarts, and announced the winner of the House Cup: Slytherin. Again. The colors decorating the Great Hall were a dark green and a shimmering silver, and flags of silver snakes on dark green backgrounds fluttered from the enchanted ceiling. No one had managed to beat Slytherin in the House Cup in years, but at least the Quidditch Cup was always a competition; either Slytherin or Gryffindor had won it in the three years that Lily had come to Hogwarts.

Lily looked over at James, knowing he would be in a bad mood after Slytherin had won both the House Cup and—most especially—the Quidditch Cup. She knew he would feel more guilty than disappointed about the loss of the Quidditch Cup; he would think it was because he hadn't scored enough goals or some other silly idea. It wouldn't torment him for long, though; he would only feel guilty until Sirius, Remus, and Peter got him going on another one of their stupid pranks.

Shaking her head and dreading tomorrow, Lily finished her supper and went up to the Gryffindor dormitories to go to sleep.

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The next day, Lily boarded the train with Winola and Amissa. They found an empty compartment and spent a lot of time talking about what they were going to be doing over the summer, promising to write often, and talking about what next year was going to be like.

Suddenly the compartment door slid open, but no one entered. Lily went to look out into the corridor, but no one was out there, either. Everyone was in their own compartments. But then why—?

Winola squeaked, grabbing her left side while looking accusingly at Amissa, who was seated next to her. Amissa shrugged, but then squeaked and grabbed her right side. Both she and Winola looked up at Lily, wondering what was happening, until James Potter pulled off what had to be an Invisibility Cloak and revealed his presence.

"Hey girls!" he greeted.

Lily glared at him and shut the compartment door before demanding, "Don't you have your own friends to torment with your presence?"

James pretended to look hurt, while pulling what looked like a crystal ball out from under the cloak. "And here I was thinking we could fit in one last premonition before going home," he said, his voice filled with mock hurt. "I, for one, found it odd that I wasn't able to see a bloody thing during the Divination exam; but when you and I predict things together, we see all sorts of things."

Lily hesitated. During her own exam she hadn't seen anything in the fog of the crystal ball either. She had expressed her frustration to Professor Ramla, but the weirdly sympathetic teacher had only patted her on the shoulder and told her that it was okay if she couldn't see anything, that no one ever did.

Finally, Lily seemed to come back to herself and asked, pointing at the crystal ball, "Where did you get that?"

James tossed the ball lightly into the air as if it was a Quaffle, a smile playing on his lips. "I nicked it from Professor Ramla's classroom during your exam." James caught the crystal ball and smiled at Lily, turning the orb over and over in his hands. "Does your voice always get so high-pitched when you're frustrated like that?"

Lily thought that if she was a dragon, her breath might come out as fire. "Keep going on like that and you'll find out."

"Oh, well, in that case," James sat between Winola and Amissa, placing the crystal ball on his lap so he could place one arm on each of the disgusted girls' shoulders. Amissa plucked James's arm from her shoulder with two fingers, as if it was radioactive. Winola simply stood and moved to the other side of the train, sitting down with her arms crossed and one leg laid across the other at the knee.

Lily was debating whether to take James up on his offer or throw him out of the compartment. She really wanted to have another prediction, to prove that she hadn't been insane all year, but at the same time she didn't want James Potter here right now. She wanted her last glimpse of James to be of his guilt for losing the Quidditch Cup rather than the arrogant face he was now wearing.

Making a decision, Lily sat down on the floor of the compartment, where James joined her. This was the first time that Winola and Amissa were going to witness one of the premonitions that Lily had told them so much about, so they crawled down to sit in a circle around the crystal ball that James had placed on the floor between him and Lily.

For a moment, nothing happened. And then suddenly there were images, like a movie playing inside the crystal ball:

"Give it here, Malfoy!" eleven-year-old Harry yelled at a blonde boy who resembled Lucius Malfoy. Harry held out a hand, a hard look on his face as he glared at the malevolent-looking boy. Harry and the blonde, along with a whole bunch of other students, were holding brooms—Lily thought they were at their first flying lesson at Hogwarts, but if that was so, then where was the teacher?

The blonde boy—Malfoy—smirked and took off on his broom, threatening to place the "Remembrall" someplace high, where "Longbottom" would have trouble finding it. Harry's face hardened even more while Malfoy spoke, and attempted to mount his own broom. A girl with bushy, brown hair attempted to stop him, telling Harry that he would be breaking about a dozen school rules if he took off after Malfoy, but Harry didn't listen. He mounted his broom and flew unsteadily towards Malfoy, who was hovering confidently about fifteen meters above the ground. Harry yelled at the blonde to give the Remembrall to him, but the blonde smirked.

"Have it your way, then," Malfoy sneered, and then threw the tiny glass ball as hard as he could.

Harry immediately took off flying after the Remembrall. Lily had lost sight of it already, but somehow Harry could still see it and was following it. He managed to catch it just before it crashed against a tower of the castle, and Harry swerved to a halt just outside a window. He went flying back to his friends, looking slightly amazed that he had actually managed to catch the Remembrall. The rest of the students who were wearing Gryffindor colors ran cheering to where Harry landed, the Remembrall clutched tightly in his fist.

Professor McGonagall was suddenly there, demanding that Harry follow her. The cheering stopped, and the bushy-haired girl who'd warned Harry before now gave Lily's son a look that clearly said, "I told you this would happen!"

Harry followed Professor McGonagall through the school corridors to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, where McGonagall asked a Professor Quirrel if she could "borrow wood." Lily—and it looked like Harry, as well—wondered what on earth Professor McGonagall was going to do to her son with "wood", but her worries vanished when a boy introduced as Oliver Wood emerged from the classroom, looking slightly confused. Professor McGonagall explained that Harry, having shown exemplary flying skills when he caught the Remembrall just outside her office window, was a perfect candidate for Gryffindor Seeker.

This caused Wood to look curiously at Harry, walking around him and making small comments like, "Light… speedy… yes, he'll do very well…" Finally Wood announced that Harry would need a proper broom, and began naming brands that Lily couldn't recognize.

As soon as Professor McGonagall released Harry, he ran and told the bushy-haired girl and a red-haired boy—who looked a lot like Arthur Weasley—about his new position as the youngest Quidditch player in over a century.

The images ended, and Lily looked smiling back at James, who looking triumphant. Amissa and Winola just looked frustrated down at the crystal ball.

"Our son is going to be a Seeker!" James yelled, a gigantic grin lighting his face.

"Our son is going to be in Gryffindor!" shouted a happy Lily.

"Our son is going to play Quidditch!"

"Our son is going to defend fairness and justice!"

"Our son is going to be the youngest Quidditch player in over a century!"

"Our son is going to be a loyal friend!"

"Our son is going to be a fantastic flyer!"

"Can't you think of anything but Quidditch?"

Suddenly Lily found herself in James's crushing embrace. Not knowing quite where that action had come from, Lily sat for a moment and allowed James to hug her for just a moment longer before yanking herself away to slap him angrily.

"Don't you ever touch me again, Potter!" she screeched at him, standing to slide the compartment door open. She pointed out into the empty corridor and stood, gesturing for him to leave.

Sighing, James stood and threw the Invisibility Cloak over himself. A few moments passed in silence.

"James…" Lily growled. "I know you're still in here!"

"Geez!" James's voice seemed to float from where he had been standing in the center of the compartment. "How did you know I hadn't left yet?" he asked, pulling the hood off so his head seemed to float on its own.

Lily pointed to the floor, where the crystal ball was still sitting. "You left that."

James opened his mouth as if to say, "Ah…" and bent to retrieve the crystal ball. He held the orb under the cloak and drew the hood up once again.

A few moments later Lily demanded, "James, leave now."

"How did you know this time?"

"Because I know you!"

"Fine!"

This time Lily heard stomping that began in the center of the compartment and progressed out the door and down the corridor. Satisfied that James had finally left, Lily shut the compartment door and sat down on one of the chairs. Amissa and Winola sat on either side, both of them giving Lily confused looks.

"What just happened there?" they asked at the same time. All three girls laughed for a few moments before Amissa continued, "You two seemed so excited about something, going all 'our son' this and 'our son' that."

Lily looked at each of her friends. "Didn't you see… in the crystal ball… Harry…?"

Winola and Amissa shook their heads.

"Didn't you see any… images… in the crystal ball?" Lily asked, confused. When both of her friends shook their heads again, Lily got frustrated. "But me and James both saw—Harry! He became—or, rather, will become—the youngest Quidditch player in over a century!"

"Yeah, we got that much from Potter," Winola said, rolling her eyes. "But we didn't see anything."

Lily looked helplessly from one friend to the other. Maybe she was going insane… maybe she and Potter were both going insane from the same type of insanity, having the same visions…

Maybe we're not insane, a small voice in her head whispered. Maybe we're not insane, and Amissa and Winola can't see the premonitions because they're not about them…

Lily shook her head. She had never heard of a premonition that only the people it applied to could see. Besides: technically, the premonition didn't apply to either her or James, since it was all about Harry. Or maybe it did, since Harry was going to be their son.

Lily shook her head again. She had to stop referring to this boy as "our son"…