Authors Note: So, how excited are you for this night time visit? Who's it going to be? I think you should all be able to guess by now...and if not...you're a loser. I love all of you! Especially those of you who reviewd my last chapter! Haha. Anyway, keep the reviews coming. Really, I want your feedback so I know how I'm doing and whether or not it makes sense to an objective outsider.

Chapter 6

A Night Time Visit

Dinner had been prepared by the houselves, although, Anne informed them, she had made the dessert.

"So that means we won't be having dessert tonight, sorry Lily dear." Mr. Potter said, chuckling.

"That is not true. I made a delicious surprise for you, Lily darling." Anne said. Anne was sitting at the head of the table with Mr. Potter at the other head. James and Sirius were next to each other on one side of the table, and Lily was sitting on the other side. Thankfully, neither James nor Sirius were as rude as Vernon. They did not try anything under the table.

Dinner was lovely. Mr. Potter and Anne were very nice and welcoming to Lily. They did not ask any questions about why she was there, and although Lily found this odd, she also appreciated it. Her first thought was that James had maybe said something, her second thought was that maybe they were waiting for her to tell them on her own time.

Mr. Potter reminded Lily very strongly of his son. He was always joking around with the boys, and teasing Lily and Anne. The cake that Anne had prepared for them was delicious after all. She did, however, confide to Lily that she had had a good deal of help from the houselves, and that not a lot of the cake was actually made directly by her.

"Dear, you simply must teach me how to make something the muggle way. Tomorrow, how about?" Suggested Anne.

"I'd love to, but I warn you, it's not very interesting. There's much more cleaning and waiting involved than there is actually cooking." Lily cautioned her.

"I've always wanted to learn to cook the muggle way." Anne said dreamily, not heading Lily's warning.

"Meaning she only just thought of it this afternoon, and has been wanting to do it for a few hours." Mr. Potter clarified. Everyone laughed.

"Also meaning that as soon as she starts it, she'll realize that Lily is right and lose interest." James added. His father laughed and patted him on the back. He took a large gulp of his wine and wiped his mouth with his napkin.

"Shall we go to the living room and have some tea before bed?" Suggested Anne.

"A wonderful idea!" Mr. Potter declared, standing. Lily wondered if maybe he were the slightest bit tipsy.

They had some green tea, so that they would not stay awake all night, and some after dinner chocolates. All told, Lily thoroughly enjoyed her evening. She went back up to her bedroom and was not even thinking about her family, or the Death Eaters.

Then, just as she was about to fall asleep, she remembered that the reason she was at the Potter's home was because she was not safe at her own him. That train of thought then led her to memories of her dad.

They say that whatever you are thinking of before you fall to sleep is what you dream of that night. Whether or not that was true, that night Lily dreamed of her father.

She was no longer so close to the pain that she could not realize it. The shock was wearing off and the dull ache was settling in for a good long stay. She knew that next would come the numbness and emptiness, but right now there was only that ache.

The dream was a sequence of memories. He father lifting her into the air and throwing her, catching her again. Her father running with her on the beach and collecting shells with her. The memories were disjointed, and not in any certain order. They were not chronological, nor were they related. They were not even all happy. She had a memory of her father yelling at her for hitting Petunia following a memory of reading with her father. She saw images of her father lifting her up from the pavement where a young Lily was crying in pain and pointing at her knee. She saw images of herself riding her first bike, a pink one with a flower basket and streamers coming from the handles. She remembered how her father and her used to go fishing together sometimes in the mornings.

Lily woke with tears in her eyes. She choked on a sob and rolled to her side. She began to sob hard into her pillow, wishing that she could do something to get her dad back. She would have willingly turned herself in to the Death Eaters if she had not been smarter than that. She knew that if the good lost, her father would be killed anyway as soon as Voldemort was in power. She also knew that Dumbledore needed her in order to win.

She just had to have faith in Dumbledore's ability to track down his kidnappers. If only she were more skilled in the art of inducing those dreams. Perhaps then she would be able to locate and save her father.

Lily filled herself with a steely resolve to work harder than ever in her sessions with Dumbledore so that she would be able to locate her father. That was assuming that Dumbledore hadn't already done so by the time school started again. Hopefully Dumbledore would have found him by that time.

It was July 27, and there was still a month and a half until school was to start again. Lily hoped it would not take that long, as she did not know how long her father would last.

These thoughts caused her sobs to be renewed in full force.

There was a tapping on her door. It was very faint, and Lily thought that perhaps she had imagined it. She sat up, wiping her eyes on her sleeve.

The tapping came again, slightly louder this time.

Confused, Lily put one foot on the floor and then the second. She walked across the floor to the door and opened it quietly. There was a tiny squeaking sound as the door rotated on the hinges, but Lily was not worried about waking anyone.

It was James at her door, wearing boxers and an oversized tee shirt. Lily looked surprised to see him, and quickly looked down the hall and behind him to see if he were alone. He was.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked, pushing past her and closing the door. They were plunged into almost complete darkness, save for a pale blue light coming faintly through the white filmy curtains.

"Talk about what?" Lily asked, sniffing a little. She was grateful to the dark for hiding her face, as she knew it was bound to be blotchy and red. He would know in a second that she had been crying. In response, James walked to the window and pulled back the curtain, flooding the room with the soft moonlight.

"You've been crying." He said, stepping close to her.

"No I haven't" Lily denied quickly. James reached out and touched her cheek, he could feel the wetness on her skin, and see the tear tracks on her face.

"Don't lie, Lily. It's okay to cry." He said, sitting down on the edge of her bed and motioning for her to sit as well. "Are you sure your okay, Lily?" James asked when she did not speak.

"I'm fine." She lied again.

"You aren't! Lily, no one would be okay if their father were abducted by evil wizards! No one expects you to be okay! You don't have to be strong all the time." James told her, whispering loudly. Lily sat next to him and started crying silently.

"If I had been there, I might have been able to save him." Lily said quietly. James put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. She cried harder, her entire body shaking.

"That's not true Lily, there were four of them, and they are legally allowed to use magic. They could have killed you." James said, holding her tightly.

"But I could have done something, found out who they were, recognized them maybe. Anything!" Lily said, still in tears. "How long do you think he'll last? He's not so young anymore James. They'll kill him. And even if they don't, he'll never be the same after this." Lily said, shaking harder. She leaned into his shoulder and cried hard. James did not say anything, he just made shushing noises, stroking her hair. He rubbed her back as she calmed slightly.

"There was nothing you could have done." James told her.

"I know." Lily said, crying softly now.

"Do you want to tell me what that scene was all about with Dumbledore today? What was he going on about? Powers, lessons, dreams, what did it all mean?" James asked her.

"I have powers to have prophetic dreams, I suppose. Dumbledore has been training me, apparently I have substantial powers, and he needs me help to hunt the Death Eaters. I could have stopped all this from happening if only I had been able to control those blasted dreams!" Lily said, pounding James's chest with her balled hand. "Sorry James, I didn't mean to!" She gasped, realizing she had hit him.

"Lily, I told you not to talk like that. There was nothing you could have done. You might not have seen it coming, who knew they would try something like this?" James said, ignoring her punch.

"But I should have been able to! That's the problem. If only I had worked harder with Dumbledore, or gone to more lessons. I could have stopped it." Lily said.

"How?" James asked her.

"Well, I could have at least been there." Lily said, frustrated.

"Why? So that they could have killed you on the spot? If Dumbledore needs your help to win this, than you have to stay safe." James told her. His arm was still around her shoulders. She was shivering slightly, as it was a cold night and she was wearing a thin shirt.

"This is all my fault. They never would have taken him if it weren't for me." Lily said sadly.

"Lily, this isn't your fault, okay?" James said, standing and going to a small closet that Lily had not previously noticed. From within it he took out a blanket. He draped it around her shoulders to help keep her warm, then he sat next to her again and wrapped the other end around himself.

"I just feel so guilty."

"Well don't. We need to keep you safe. Your father will be fine, he can take care of himself. You'll see. Dumbledore will have him back in a second." James said confidently. Lily sighed, lying back on the pillows and swinging her legs up on to the bed. James lay next to her.

"Thanks James." There was silence for a while. "Hey James?" Lily asked, rolling onto her side to look at him.

"Yes Lil?" James answered.

"Should I tell your parents all about this?" She asked.

"Only if you want to." He told her.

"Hey James?" She asked again, after another pause.

"Yes Lil?" James replied.

"Thank you."

"What for?" He asked, confused.

"Everything. Bringing me here, being so nice, coming here tonight. For your parents. For letting me beat you in pool." Lily said, smiling. She rolled back onto her back and stared at the ceiling.

"Who says I let you win?" James asked defensively.

"I saw you." Lily informed him. He smiled as well, and rolled back onto his back as well. They were silent some more. Lily fell asleep soon after.

James lay on his side for a while, watching her breath deeply and steadily. There were still marks on her cheeks from where she had been crying. He wished that he could have stopped her from having to live with this pain and guilt. He wanted her to always be happy. He hated seeing her miserable. James wanted to be able to make it all better, to make her pain go away. He stroked her face gently and stood up. He secured the blanket around her, making sure that she would stay warm. He closed the curtains, and quietly slipped back to his room.

Lily had no more dreams that night.

Authors Note: How cute is that? Sighs….Well Review because the next few chapters (I hope) are going to be equally fluffy. Maybe. Actually maybe I'll throw some drama in there…mmm, there's something to think about. Well why don't you review and tell me what you want to happen? I love you all! I'll post soon I swear!