A/N: This is going to be my last chapter. Hope you enjoyed the story. If it wasn't to your satisfaction, well then, you can kiss my a. Lol.

When Lily woke up, she first noticed how her head felt like she had run over by a train. She looked around and saw that she was in a bed at the hospital wing in Hogwarts. At first, she knew she was going to throw up, but was forced to hold it in when Madame Pomfrey barged through the door in a scurry.

"What happened?" Lily asked rubbing her forehead.

"You were found unconscious when you arrived. Thank goodness for that Potter boy for stepping in at that moment." Madame Pomfrey replied. "Goodness what could've happened to you if he hadn't been there."

Lily stared at the woman talking in disbelief. Thinking, "There's no way Potter could've done something like that."

"Are you sure it was him? You're sure it wasn't someone else?" Lily asked determinably.

"As sure as I can be", replied the nurse.

It took Lily a while to have all that information sink in to her mind. Shaking her head in disbelief, Lily pulled off the blanket that was over her and tried to get up, only to be stopped by Madame Pomfrey.

"No.", she ordered. "You are to stay in your bed until further notice. Whoever it was that hit you so hard with that spell was obviously trying to do more than stun you for a while."

With this said, Lily returned into the warm blanket and asked, "Can I see my friends, Regina Lin and Miranda Leslie?"

After careful consideration, Madame Pomfrey sighed and slowly nodded her head.

"I'll send for them when I can. You've been through quite a lot so just rest for me, dear." She finally answered.

Lily smiled and relaxed her head onto her pillow and without even knowing it, fell asleep.

Suddenly, a bang woke her up and she saw that the doors of the hospital wing flew open, revealing a familiar face. It was the girl that had tried to save and defend Lily in the alley.

The girl looked miserable with a pale, gaunt face and had bruises and cuts everywhere on her face and arms. But what made Lily the most worried was that she looked absolutely lifeless.

Holding in her breath, she saw nurses and teachers rush in and out of the hospital wing trying to save the girl.

A nurse came over and pulled a curtain between Lily's and the girl's beds, forcing Lily to wait like a sitting duck and hope that the girl was still alive.

Waiting took forever, with the clock tower's hourly bells marking the time. Soon, Lily opened her eyes and saw that the sun was barely risen through the windows above her. Lily then realized that she had fell asleep once again and that it was the early morning after.

Rubbing her eyes, Lily then remembered the girl next to her. She turned her head and saw that the girl was in the bed next to her like before. Except now, she looked so much better with the bruises and cuts gone and her face returning to normal color. It was then when Lily saw that she was sleeping.

The doors flung open once more and in came running Regina and Miranda.

"Hey!" cried Miranda, but was shushed by Lily.

Miranda noticed the girl sleeping in the bed next to Lily and caught herself.

"Oops." She whispered. "Sorry."

Regina smiled and rolled her eyes. "So tell. What happened? I heard you got hurt coming back from Hogsmeade?" She then gasped. "Did Potter do this to you?!?!?!? 'Cuz if he did, I swear, I WILL kill him and make him die a slow and painful death. That is a promise I can keep."

"No. He didn't do anything." Lily smiled and laughed, and mentally added, Nothing at all.

Lily yawned and Miranda saw, so she offered, "How 'bout we leave her alone for some time? I think she is a bit overwhelmed."

Regina exasperated but obeyed. "Fine. We'll leave you alone 'til after classes. Okay?"

Lily smiled a tired smile and nodded in agreement.

Miranda and Regina, well Miranda pulling Regina by the arm, turned and went through the door, leaving Lily all by herself.

Lily sighed and lied back down onto her bed.

Going through what had happened in the last 24 hours. She then came to a conclusion, telling herself, "What I saw was nothing more than an illusion from the spell. Potter will always be what he is now. And nothing's going to change that. I will always hate him… I think."

Meanwhile, back at the Griffindor common room, up the boys' dormitory stairs, and into James' room, James sat on his bed with a small, tired grin on his face.

Finis