Lily raced through the halls, eager to get to the library. The word 'library', in Lily's dictionary, meant a place to go to when you want to get away from the world. At the moment, that was precisely what Lily wanted to do. Some of the things that Hermione had said had disturbed Lily, and although she didn't know what they meant, she was sure that it could be nothing too good.

Sighing, she felt a sense of excitement as she entered the library. Obviously a lot had happened over the span of time that Lily and her friends had skipped. There was bound to be some interesting books to read, especially ones on The History of Magic. Walking along the shelves of books, Lily finally came to a stop at a likely-looking shelf that held rather thick, leather bound books. Slowly, she walked along it, reading the tittles to herself, and occasionally picking one up to read the contents.

"The fall of the dark lord…" Lily read, and excitedly snapped the book shut. This would be the perfect book to read; after all, she needed to know how one of the most powerful wizards of all time lost his power. Slowly, she walked over to a table, and propped the book up with her hands. She flipped to the pages indicated in the table of contents, and began to read.

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"Where did Lily go?" James asked Allie, as they walked back up to the school after practice, "She was sitting with you, watching us, and the next second she was gone."

Allie bit her lip and nodded. She didn't know whether Lily wanted her to tell James what Hermione had said or not. It was a touchy subject, but considering that James had just as much to do with it as Lily, she replied, "Hermione was talking to us. She said that Harry wants to know more about you and Lily, and that you two should talk to him. I think Lily was a bit disturbed about him wanting to know more about you when you're his parents. My guess is that she's in the library."

James frowned. Everything that he heard or watched seemed to point in the direction of him and Lily missing something major. Although they had never talked about it, James was sure that Lily felt the exact same way as he; lost, helpless, and frustrated.

"I'm going to go to the library to talk to her," he said, sighing, "You should wait for Sirius…he's still changing. Then you two can meet us there."

Allie nodded, feeling slightly nervous about how Lily was going to react to James following her into the library, "Alright. But don't overwhelm her, ok? Give her some space."

With that, James hurried off towards the castle, and Allie turned around to wait for Sirius.

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Young Harry Potter, age one, and his parents were marked to be killed by Voldemort. Going into hiding, they told only few people where they were living. One person that they told was…

Lily frowned. The fall of the dark lord had to do with her, James, and their son. She glanced down the page, at the spot where she left of, but the rest was covered by a piece of parchment that was glued down to the page. It seemed that the writing on the parchment continued what was on the page before it, so Lily continued reading.

Peter Pettigrew. Peter was a close friend of the Potters, and they trusted him to keep their secret. After being threatened, Peter ended up betraying his friends, and let slip where the Potters were staying.

Rage overcame Lily as she read those words. Pettigrew. She had never liked him; he was always over-eager, yet she had never imagined it possible that he could do something like this.

One night, Voldemort himself entered the Potter's house. First he murdered James Potter…

Lily's heart went up to her throat. James…murdered…by Voldemort.

Then, he tried to tell Lily Potter to let him kill Harry. He said that he would let her go if he could just kill Harry. But Lily refused, and stood in the way to protect her son. Voldemort killed her, but when he turned his wand upon Harry, the spell back-fired. Harry Potter escaped the marked death that Voldemort had tried to give him, with only a scar on his forehead, while Voldemort himself fled, powerless, and weak.

Lily slammed the book shut. Her hands were shaking, her breath letting out in deep, staggering noises. This was what James and she had missed. This was why Harry was so awkward around them; they were no longer existent. Wiping a tear away furiously, she closed her eyes. She had died for her son, and in doing so, he had somehow survived. He had saved the wizarding world from Voldemort, or at least for a while. Although she was in shock, Lily knew deep down inside that she would rather have died for her son, than let him die.

"Lily, are you ok?"

Reluctantly, Lily opened her eyes, and peered up at a concerned-looking James. What was she supposed to say? Here was the man that risked his life for her, and her son, and she had not a clue what to do. The way she had learned of her fate was cruel; unsuspecting, and out of a book in the library. Perhaps if she told him, it would be less of a shock. There was still something nagging at Lily, though; why had Voldemort chosen them to kill?

"James, sit down for a moment. I just…I just have to read something quickly. Then I need to talk to you." She watched as he sat down, unsure of himself, and picked up the book again. There had to be more information than what she had read.

The reason that the Dark Lord had choosen Lily, James, and Harry Potter to kill was because of a prophecy. The prophecy was said to have described a boy who would bring the Dark Lord down. After hearing of this prophecy, the Dark Lord decided that it was Harry Potter, and that he needed to be killed.

After the murder of the Potters, Sirius Black was wrongly convicted of murder, and of selling the Potter's out to the Dark Lord. After spending twelve years in Azkaban, he escaped, and led a hidden life. Only a year back, Sirius Black was reported dead, and it was revealed that he did not, in fact, do anything that he was convicted of.

Hands shaking even more severely than before, Lily looked up in time to see Sirius and Allie walk in and sit down at the table. Why do our futures have to be so bleak? Lily sighed, and let the tears fall slowly. There was nothing she could do about it.

"I need to tell you all something. I just found this out, and it'll come as a shock to all of you. James, in the future, there will be a prophecy. In this prophecy it describes a boy that will bring down the Dark Lord. Voldemort will decide that this boy is Harry, and will try to kill us," she sighed, and took a long pause before going on, "We'll go into hiding. Although we won't tell too many people where we are hiding, we will tell Peter Pettigrew, and he will let out secret slip after he is threatened. Voldemort will kill us…and he will try to kill Harry. For some reason that I'm not too sure about, Harry will survive the killing curse, and Voldemort will become weak." She realized that she was saying all of this rather quickly, but she couldn't help herself.

"We…we die?" James asked in a quiet voice. He was looking straight into Lily's eyes, as if trying to see if she was joking.

Lily nodded sadly, and continued, "Sirius, you will be wrongly convicted of murder, and will spend twelve years in Azkaban before escaping. You also will be thought to have told the Dark Lord where James and I were hiding. While you are hiding, you…you die. Then the truth comes out about Peter."

Sirius was squeezing the table so hard that his knuckles were white, "Pettigrew. Pettigrew ruined our lives."

Allie was crying silently, and after a long silence from everyone she said, "I wish I could too. What am I supposed to do, with you all gone? Remus and I will be alone…completely alone."

Lily wiped her tears away. There was nothing more to be said.

A/N: Ehhhh. I don't know about this chapter, it's important, but I don't know if its what you can call good. I hope it was ok, though, and thank you to my reviewers!