I owe you guys all a huge apology. I am seriously EXTREMELY and PROFOUNDLY sorry that I have been neglecting my duties as an author to KEEP WRITING. I won't bore you all with excuses but here is chapter 13, I apologize once more, and the next chapter will be up SOON. I appreciate you all and thanks to those who PM'd me with encouragement to keep going and the faithful reviewers!
Chapter 13-2 Years Later
Without a soul my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold, until you find it there and lead it back home...Wake me up inside, call my name and save me from the dark. -Evanescence "Bring Me Back To Life"
I slowly opened my eyes. For a moment, I couldn't remember where I was. I didn't recognize where I was. I sat up, scared. I looked down to the flash of red hair that had caught my eye-so I was Lily now, Not Susanna. My hair...it was longer. A lot longer. Almost to my waist. It looked like I hadn't been cutting it in ages; the edges were completely split, several inches through.
Standing up and turning around, I came face to face with the place I had been sleeping. A bed with a Gryffindor quilt and pillows was the only thing in a small section cut off from the rest of the room by a curtain. And the rest of the room...
I slowly moved the curtain to the side with my hands-Dumbledore's office.
An unintentional gasp of surprise tumbled from my lips-the memories were rushing back to me in a torrential flood.
"Lily? Lily! You're awake!" I hadn't realized I had disrupted a conversation until Hagrid stood abruptly from Dumbledore's desk, rushing to me and enclosing my into a bone-crushing hug.
"Ouch, Hagrid! Can't breath!" I gasped, but I didn't really care. If what I had remembered was true-I hadn't gotten a hug in two years.
"Oh-sorry, Lily. It's jus'-I haven' seen yeh in so long!" My feet touched the floor again and Hagrid let out deep sobs, pulling out a table-cloth sized hanky from his pocket, blowing his nose loudly.
"It's alright, Hagrid," I grinned furiously, patting his arm. "It's alright. I'm back now. Dumbledore-Professor Dumbledore, I mean-hello!" I beamed madly, sashaying a bit, revelling in the feeling of being awake again. My dreams were fading, forgotten, into the dark recesses of my mind.
"Welcome back, Miss Evans," he grinned, blue eyes twinkling. "No need to call me Professor anymore-you are no longer my student," Dumbledore had a bit more grey mixed in with his auburn hair, and a few more wrinkles with stories to tell. But he was still my beloved headmaster.
"Oh, yeah...I'm twenty, aren't I...It is alright if I still call you that? Old habits die hard," I said, looking down at my body in shock. It had changed noticeably. I had become less of a teenager and more of a woman. It was so strange to watch myself change like that, all in what felt like one night.
"Yes, Lily. And yes again-call me whatever you wish. I do believe you have earned that, and more. The Professors wanted to welcome you back, but you picked lunchtime to come back, I'm afraid," he smiled with humor. "They shall be upstairs soon, I predict. Get ready for a very hearty welcome," his eyes twinkled.
"Oh, I am, sir!" I beamed. "Can I-can I look around? The castle, I mean?"
"All in due time, Miss Evans. First, we must-come in!" he interrupted himself at the knock of the door.
"Albus, is she-Lily!" McGonagall turned a shade of white that I had never seen on a human before. She looked like she had seen a ghost-or not a ghost, maybe-those were too common. She looked as though she had just seen Slughorn in a skirt. Only maybe not so repulsed. "Oh, Miss Evans, it is ever so good to have you back!" She put both hands on my shoulders and smiled at me fondly, eyes slightly misty. For her, this was equal to a motherly embrace. Professor Sprout was next to enter, and she was a bit more physical with her welcome.
"Lily! You've wakened!" She yelled with joy, seizing me into such a tight hug that my feet almost left the floor.
"It's about time, right?" I grinned as she released me.
"Welcome back, Lily! Great to see you!" Slughorn stepped into the room, shaking my hand vigorously. This continued for a while until I had been re-introduced to everyone, and I was happier than I had been in-well, years. The changes age had laid onto all of the professors was noticeable, but slight. I couldn't stop staring at everyone, wide-eyed. The longer I was awake, the more I was beginning to feel the true time that I had really slept.
All the professors sat down around me like I was one of them, and I was asked to tell the story. I made them gasp and flinch with the tales of muggle-raids, made them laugh and exclaim "clever girl!" when I told them about the fake death spell and the whole Portkey incident, and made Hagrid sob when I recounted the final battle in which I had almost died.
"Now, we must all give Miss Evans some space, she has just recovered!" Dumbledore stood up, clapping his hands together.
"Professor, why aren't I hungry, or thirsty, or anything?" I asked suddenly, the thought just occurring to me. I didn't voice it aloud, but-how did I not have to go to the bathroom?
"All of that has been taken care of, magically," Dumbledore explained simply. "You needn't worry. We wouldn't let you starve," he chuckled. "And now, before you go gallivanting around the castle, we have one matter to discuss-your parents. You must speak to them. Shortly after I put you to sleep I contacted Mr. and Mrs. Evans, and they were quiet distraught. I promised I would notify them as soon as you were fit to wake."
The professors began to say their good-byes. It was Saturday, May thirty-first, 1978, according to Dumbledore. So the teachers had no classes, but I could tell they wanted to give me time alone with my parents when we spoke.
"And do they know the story?" I asked, fidgeting.
"Somewhat. The version I gave them has been much watered down, as to not give them both heart failures," he smiled. "They will be flooing over as soon as I alert them. Are you prepared?" I nodded without hesitation. I had been ready since I left.
I waited in the chair of his desk as he called them through the fireplace, twitching with anxiety as I tried to control myself so I wouldn't jump out of the chair and weep on the ground at the sound of my mother's voice.
"Lily?" She gasped as she came into view minutes later, stepping out of the fireplace with my father behind her.
"Lily!" He roared, opening his arms.
"Mum! Dad!" I cried, tears beginning to stream down my face as I flung myself into my parents arms.
We stayed like that for a while, them asking me rapid-fire questions about my health and my experience in between sobbing, and I asked them the same.
"Where's Petunia?" I swiped at my eyes for the tenth time. Dumbledore had tactfully began to hum, looking through his bookcase, back to us.
"She's with Vernon, sweetheart. They're married now. They have a son-Dudley. She doesn't know you're back yet," Mum answered, eyes red. Both of them had sprouted grey, but their faces remained the same. I thought my heart would break with happiness.
"I just-wait, I'm an aunt?" I gasped.
"Yes!" My mother nodded happily.
"The both of them are quite spoiling that Dudley though, he's going to grow up bigger than his father if they keep letting him eat all of those sweets," my father sighed. Then he realized what he had just uttered. "Don't tell your sister I said that," he added hastily.
I laughed much harder than the comment called for-it was so good to be back!
"Professor, can I see my friends? They're not here, of course, I know that-but..can I?" I asked shyly. My parents immediately sobered up. "Oh! And-and Voldemort! Is he dead yet?" I asked timidly.
"No, he is still at large," Dumbledore said sadly, joining in the conversation. "And about your friends-well, before you give them the shock of your life...you should know that you have options."
"Options?" I asked, baffled. "What kind of options?" I wanted to see them now, and explain! What else was there to decide?
My parents looked at each other uneasily. "What's going on?" I asked suspiciously.
"My dear, have you ever heard of Daivat Frobisher?" Dumbledore asked.
"David Frobishire?" I asked, fumbling the name.
"Daivat Frobisher," Dumbledore corrected.
"No, I haven't," I turned to face him. "Who is he?"
"He is a legend. A bed-time story told to wizard children. Greatly exaggerated. They say he controls the four elements, has developed many advanced magical devices-the latter is true."
"D'you mean to say..." I slowly began. "This Daivat guy is real?"
"He is," Dumbledore nodded solemnly.
"Well...what does he have to do with me, exactly?" I asked.
"Lily, it is not the best idea to see your friends at this moment," my mum turned to me, taking my face in her hands.
"What? Why not?" I was baffled.
"Think about it, dear. It's been three years, almost," Dad slowly began. "Don't you think there's a chance that they...well, they may be angry that you disappeared for so long, with no contact, that they no longer wish to remain friends with you?" I blinked furiously.
"What?" I did a double take. "No-that's not possible. Six years of friendship cannot be undone by three years' disappearance," I said firmly. But...three years. I had been gone for a third of the time I'd known them. I began to feel uneasy, but then pinched myself. How could I doubt my best friends? They had gone to Diagon Alley looking for me!
"In normal cases, no," Dumbledore spoke up. "But this is no normal case."
"What are you saying?" I cried. I thought of Marlene, Dorcas, Emmy, Alice, Sirius, Remus, James...
"It is not wise to attempt to see them now," my mother looked into my eyes. "But...there is another...something...that we can do, although it does seem a bit far fetched," she said dryly as Dumbledore chuckled.
"And it could mean another few weeks away from us," my father voiced.
"But in the end, if you succeed, another three years of your life could very well be yours again," Dumbledore's newest statement overrode them all.
"What do you mean?" I was immediately hung up on this idea, but also weary: if he was suggesting what I thought, I didn't want to get my hopes up. Even with what I had been through in the past years...it seemed impossible.
"Sweetheart, we should go, and let Dumbledore do his job...if you agree, we'll come back again to see you," my mother promised solemnly, pulling me into a hug. My father put his arms around both of us until Dumbledore cleared his throat politely.
"We'll see you soon, Flower," my dad promised before they stepped into the fireplace, green flames swallowing them both one at a time.
"Your parents do not favor the idea. But I did not want them to influence you in such a life-changing choice," Dumbledore said cryptically.
"Oh," I said simply, not knowing what else to say.
"I would never force you on another such expedition, Lily. But let me explain-this Daivat Frobisher, the stuff of legends, is indeed, quite real. And he is an old friend of mine. Granted, we have not spoken for many years. But, if you are able to find him, with which I can offer you assistance...you must leave without announcing your intentions to anyone, because I have given my word not to help someone along to where he resides unless it is urgent," he said gravely.
"And...you make it sound like you don't know where he lives."
"I don't. But I know, vaguely, how to guide someone there."
Great. That answer was straight and uncomplicated. Not. "I don't understand."
"I wouldn't expect you to, not without explanation. I can give you a map. This map will reveal a small section of where you need to go at a time-it could take a very long time until you finally get there. Weeks, at the most. Maybe several months if you are extremely unlucky. But, fail or succeed, you will have another adventure to tell your grandchildren," he smiled jovially. "And this is much less perilous than the first journey you were sent on," he said apologetically.
"Alright, I think I understand. But, one more question...how...can this guy help me?" I wondered.
"If he agrees, that is. Daivat is very particular in whom who chooses to assist," Dumbledore corrected. "But, if he agrees, he can turn back time, letting you re-enter around the exact time that you left, and no one would be any the wiser about it except you."
"But then the thousands would die. He would still attack Hogwarts," I said bluntly.
"Pardon me, Lily. I seemed to have forgotten to mention that bit. This..this sort of very advanced time turner he has created...he is the original inventor of the time turner, you know, and has been developing more advanced models ever since. Anyway, this particular time turner has a special sort of distinction that has taken many, many years to perfect. But it is now perfected down to the last button."
"So you're saying," I began. "If I could succeed, I could turn back time, literally, not just travelling back in time like a regular time turner, but actually erase what's happened...start over completely...and still Susanna would exist, but just to stop Voldemort?" I asked, a bit confused.
"Close," Dumbledore nodded. "Susanna would not exist. But something else would, absolutely for certain, as certain as Susanna-yourself-did, stop Voldemort from accomplishing his feat."
"And no one else would remember?" I asked excitedly. "Except me?"
"Correct. Possibly, if given time, it will fade from your memory as well, more rapidly than other memories."
"That would be nice, I think," I told him thoughtfully. "I've seen a lot of things I want to forget."
"I suppose you have. And, Lily, if one person, theoretically, were to find you, and wish to join you in your search...and if this person were trustworthy...it might seem rather wise to allow them to accompany you, does it not?"
"Alright," I wrinkled my eyebrows, a bit confused. What did that have to do with anything?
"And, of course, if you were to find a companion for your journey..." he trailed off. "And if you were to succeed, he-or she-would not remember it either, if you succeeded in turning back time.
"It seems rather perfect, does it not?" Dumbledore said, referring to everything in general.
"It does," I breathed.
"Of course. Fate has taken so much from you these past three years...now it is time to overcompensate," he smiled wisely.
"I hope so," I said grimly. "When can I start looking for him?" I inquired eagerly.
"Soon," Dumbledore promised. "Today, perhaps. And now...your wand. We must re-institute it to it's original form," he held his own wand up. "Accio," he said clearly, and my wand zoomed neatly into his hand. He muttered several words, and with a shudder, it was back to normal.
All ten and a quarter inches of dragon heartstring core. The willow wood was a deep, shining tan-the wand was completely straight and had swirling, intricate designs that laces the handle and spiralled up, thinning out into the tip.
"I've missed this," I admitted, swishing my wand. "Even if it was the same wand all along."
"To be expected," Dumbledore smiled.
"Oh!" I gasped, suddenly remembered something. I quickly grasped the inside of my left arm, taking deep breaths, preparing myself for when I pulled up the robe. "Is it..." I asked timidly, looking at Dumbledore's face, unable to read his emotions.
"See for yourself," he answered, and I slowly pulled up my sleeve.
So far, nothing but the occasional freckle...nothing still-I yanked it up the rest of the way.
"No," I let out the breath I had been holding, relief and happiness flooding in.
"Would you like to walk around the castle while you think?" Dumbledore said kindly. "It is a Hogsmeade weekend, so no older students will be in the castle, and none of the younger students will recognize you," he promised.
"Oh, can I?" I gasped. He nodded, showing me the door. I had never been more excited to run around Hogwarts.
"Oh, and Lily?" He called after me. I turned around, halfway out the door. "When stuck between where you want to go and where you're stuck, I find that ginger wallops often help me decide," he smiled strangely. "Goodbye, now!"
I nodded, too excited to be mystified over this odd comment. I bolted out the door, running into the hallway and stopping, absorbing everything I could lay my eyes upon.
The same portraits lined the windowed halls, the torches lit with magical fire attached to the wall continued to give the place a mystical feel. I ran down the corridors, my memory not failing me even when the stairs decided to change their endpoints just as I was scrambling up one flight. I was going to the Gryffindor common room-I could think clearly there. I beamed at all of the portraits, and after several accusations of being kissed-the portraits' explanation for me not telling them why I was so happy-I finally made it to the Fat Lady.
"Hello!" I beamed, standing there. She hadn't changed at all, of course-she couldn't.
"Password," the Fat Lady said, bored, not looking up from the stack of sheet music she was shuffling. Oh no, I groaned inwardly. Just before I had left for Hogwarts, the picture guarding the common room for Gryffindor had taken a liking to opera-unfortunately, opera hadn't taken a liking to her.
I just hoped she wasn't going to sing for me.
She looked up, and the sheet music went flying.
"Li-Li-Lily Evans, it's Lily Evans!" she shrieked, face tinging red. "Oh, merlin-oh, merlin-I'd heard the rumors of course, running off with a former Death Eater-after you changed his ways, of course, making him see the error of evil-but-but tragically, no one was willing to believe that he was now on the side of good, so you both ran off to elope halfway across the world, never to be seen again!" Her voice rose with each word, as did my eyebrows. So that was what the portraits had invented. "Oh Lily, was he quite handsome?" She fluttered her eyelashes at me.
"Erm, very," I agreed, not wanting to spoil her fantasy. "Romantic, too. Erm-d'you think you could let me in, possibly?" I cringed.
"Have you got the password, my dear?" She smiled broadly at me.
"Well, see, that's the problem-I haven't really been here for quite some time, if you'll recall...so I was wondering, maybe just this once, could you possibly-" I stopped myself. What was that Dumbledore had said, just before I left? When I found myself between the place where I wanted to be and where I was stuck...ginger snaps...no, ginger bread...
"Ginger wallops!" I remembered, snapping my fingers.
"On the dot," the Fat Lady beamed, swinging open to reveal the gold-and-scarlet room within. Several first and second years stopped their conversation, looking at me oddly, a bit scared. I looked too old to be a seventh year. Grinning broadly and ignoring their whispers I crossed the room, plopping myself down on the cozy couch in front of the fireplace and closing my eyes blissfully. If I tried not to think too hard, I could imagine that I was still in sixth year, when the biggest worries I had were grades and the next time James Potter was going to prank me.
James Potter. My eyes flew wide open-was he mar-
"Excuse me?" A short, blond-haired girl sat on the edge of the couch next to me. "Who are you?"
"Oh-I-" I stopped myself. Dumbledore hadn't said specifically not to say who I was...but I guess he had just figured that I would automatically assume that. "Susanna," I blurted the first feminine name that came to my mind. "I used to go to school here."
"In Gryffindor?" The girl asked excitedly. "Are NEWTS hard? Are OWLS hard?"
"Yes, and yes," I laughed. "But nothing studying won't help you with."
"My name's Katy," the girl extended her hand. "I'm in first year. I'm muggle-born."
"I'm muggle-born too," I told her, and her grin spread. She had large brown eyes that twinkled with mischief. Like James's did, I thought randomly. "Well, I'm going to go up to the sixth year dorm to visit it, alright? I'm just going to look around, I haven't been here in quite some time. See you, Katy," I stood up, waving.
"Bye, Susie!" The girl exclaimed, already giving me a nickname. I chuckled to myself, hoping it was empty when I walked in.
To my relief, it was-the room looked very much the same, except for the obvious-it had new owners. I sat down on the floor next to my old bed, not wanting to leave any clue that some stranger had been in the room. I leaned my head against the bed, closing my eyes and thinking. If I succeeded with Daivat...should I even allow myself to get my hopes up, I wondered? What if I couldn't find it? What if he wouldn't allow me?
Another thought crossed my mind, unfinished by way of earlier interruption.
Was James Potter married? I wasn't sure why his name stuck out among all my other friends, particularly in that certain subject. But I was honestly curious.
I sat, deep in thought, for a long time. I finally stood, brushing off my robes and looking out the window. The grounds of Hogwarts, the Black Lake...the very edge of the Quidditch pitch. I missed flying so much. I missed everything. It was like I had been abducted sixth year, and dropped abruptly three years later. It wasn't pleasant. But still, if I could go back, I wouldn't choose differently.
I finally made my way back to Dumbledore's office-as I left my old room and common room, I vowed that this would not be the last time I saw them. I had decided, although, had there really been any doubt before? For me, there was only one choice. It wasn't even a decision. Of course I was going to find Daivat Frobisher.
"Welcome back, Lily," Dumbledore greeted me as I entered his office. He had left the gargoyle instructions to let me in without a password, apparently. "Have you made your decision?" He gestured to the chair in front of his desk. He was holding a large locket, ancient looking and bronze.
"I have. I want to find Daivat," I said with conviction.
"Very well. It wasn't much of a choice, was it?" he smiled knowingly.
"No, it wasn't," I agreed. "It's all just so...perfect." I was a bit suspicious, actually.
"Don't count your dragons before they're flying," Dumbledore said gravely. "There is a very large chance that you won't succeed at all, and end up in an even worse position than where you began."
Oh. Lovely.
My parents' goodbye was sad, but at least this time it was temporary.
"That's exactly what I would have done, Flower," my father murmured in my ear right before they left.
"We won't remember what you've done, and probably wouldn't believe you if you told us," my mother laughed a bit, talking into my hair. "But we are so, so proud of you, sweetheart. Nothing can change that, not even us forgetting the most heroic thing you've ever done. We love you," they both promised, and when they left, it didn't feel so sad. I would see them again, I knew it. Living as Susanna had taught me something important-no matter how bad, how sad I was-it could always be worse. I could always be isolated from everyone I loved, surrounded by those I despised, in a different body, living a lie. Sacrificing everything.
So I smiled and waved, and turned back to Dumbledore. "I'm ready."
"This locket is for you, Miss Evans. It contains the map," Dumbledore held up a large bronze locket on a long chair with several pearls. The locket itself looked very old, and the face was covered with intricate carvings. "Merely apparating or using any other type of fast magical travel is considered cheating. If you do this, the map will cease to work temporarily. This is to ensure that only the most determined to find him, do, and those asking for silly, trivial favors give up.
"The bit at a time that will be revealed to you, at least. Use it well. I cannot offer you more instruction than this, other than-good luck. And Lily, remember this-always make the right choice, simply because it is right. You never know when you are being watched, when you are being tested. Have a safe journey," he finished, wiggling his fingers. "You may want to stop in Diagon Alley to pick up travelling things. Take this," he pulled a leather pouch out of thin air, tossing it at me. I reached my hand up, grasping it before I could think-the heavy clank of coins was obvious.
"I can't take your money," I protested.
"I am not asking you, I am telling you," Dumbledore said firmly. "It's for a good cause, and I have much too much of it for my own use anyway," he said lightly. "Take it, and prepare to go. This bag has an undetectable extension charm...it should suffice well," he handed me a dull green muggle backpack. I fastened the locket around my neck-it was lighter than I thought.
"Also, a disguise..." he thought to himself for a moment. "There," he spun his wand, and dark purple and blue fabric was covering my hair down to the tips, and hid most of my face, except my eyes. "Only those who know you best, who still cling most to the hope that you will return, will recognize you now," his eyes twinkled with a knowing that I did not understand. "And now-farewell, Lily Evans. I will see you soon," he nodded at me. "Best to dissaparate now, while the opening is still...open," he smiled. I shook my head yes, smiling and clutching my new items. I dissaparated directly into the Leaky Cauldron, almost tipping over at the new sensation. I was still used to dissaparating as Susanna, but that would soon pass.
"Oh!" I jumped as a girl around five scampered across my path. "Thorry, mith!" She called with a lisp, bright blue eyes wide with shyness. Something about those eyes looked familiar...
"Ellee?" I asked timidly, not sure how I remembered her. She had been two the last and first time I had seen her-just a quick encounter, the first time I had come to Diagon Alley on Voldemort's orders to retrieve the box.
"That'th my name! Are you a theer?" She gasped.
"No," I chuckled at the curls that bounced around her head whenever she made the slightest move. "Just a lucky guess. My name's Lily."
"Why do you have that thcarf around your head?" she asked bluntly.
"Want to know a secret?" I bent down to a crouch, down to her level.
"Yeth," she lisped, smiling to reveal several missing teeth.
"It's a disguise," I whispered, unwinding the purple and blue scarf to reveal my face. "I can't let anybody know who I am. I'm on a mission. You won't tell, will you?" I smiled.
"I won't tell. It'th a pretty purple. What'th your name? How old are you? Did you go to Hogwartth? I'm gonna go there thomeday," her head tilted up, coppery curls springing back.
"Thank you," I laughed. A comment from a young child was the most sincere kind-they said what they thought. "My name is Lily, and yes, I went to Hogwarts."
"Ellee-Ellee, there you are! I have told you time and time again not to talk to..." Ellee's mother walked up to her daughter, gently taking her arm. "I'm sorry, I hoped she wasn't bothering you," she sent me an apologetic glance.
"Not at all," I laughed as she picked up her daughter. "It's quite alright. Have a nice day," I waved back at them, smiling until the second I saw Diagon Alley. And even then, my smile didn't stop-it only grew. I wound the scarf back around my face before I stepped onto the mostly empty street, remembering my disguise. There were a few families, bustling around with younger children who were pointing to various stores excitedly, and a few adults. I meandered slowly down the road, stopping at the ice cream parlour and purchasing my favorite flavor-strawberry-of ice cream.
I walked around the cobble-stoned streets, basking in the sun and wishing I could take off my scarf until I came to Madam Malkin's. I purchased new cloaks and robes, and several pairs of muggle clothes from a muggle goods store nearby that hadn't been there last time I had been here. I stopped to gawk longingly at the new broom in the Quidditch window-a flashy WhipSnap 2001. I put my fingers on the glass longingly, wishing with all my might that I could just run it a bit, just for a test run...even a minute...
"She's a beauty, isn't she?" A deep voice sounded behind me, and a pair of footsteps stopped. I could feel a presence over my right shoulder.
A familiar presence. And I would know that voice anywhere. Hardly breathing at all, I let myself look up in the reflection of the glass, slowly-
"Yes, she is. What kind of broom to you have?" I squeaked, hoping to keep my voice masked, trying to keep my identity a secret from James Potter. My eyes didn't leave his face in the glass-his black, messy hair had stayed exactly so-messy. I liked it that way. I had realized that too late. His glasses sat atop his nose, right over his hazel eyes full of not only mischief but sadness. Like a lot had happened since I had last seen him. I resisted the strong urge to throw my arms around him and ask him what was the matter, how he had been, and talk with him until my voice dried out with hoarseness.
But I couldn't talk to him. I couldn't let him know it was me. Maybe someday...but not today.
"I have a WhipSnap 1000," he laughed for a moment. "A bit outdated, but it still runs like magic," he wagged his eyebrows.
I let out a laugh, covering it up as quickly by clamping my hands over my mouth as it had started. I didn't dare look at his reflection anymore, but I couldn't help it-I snuck the briefest of glances, and he looked astounded. Shocked. Completely baffled. He knew.
"I gotta go bye!" I rushed, ducking and slipping past him, no matter how much I wanted to turn back.
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A\\N- With this whole Susanna scenario, some things didn't happen like they would have normally. Such as Harry being born, Lily and James getting married, the Order of the Phoenix, the prophecy about Harry defeating Voldemort, ect. And Voldemort does not have as much influence now as he did normally because things happened differently.
But trust me-there will still be a Harry, a prophecy, and a "Lily and James." ect. :) Just wait. Keep reading. It all seems perfect now, I know. But let's all remember how Lily and James's story really ends...and give them a bit of (possibly) slightly unrealistic happiness while they still can have it. :D -Cassia