The 11th chapter! It's here! Lol thanks to all the people who reviewed because I got like six or seven people telling me that they thought the last chapter was really good and I was really surprised because I wasn't sure how much people would like it. And my alerts doubled in size, so thank you to everyone! Okay so the next bit was originally in the chapter and then it got cut and revised but now because of the unexpected ending of last chapter, it was put back in. This chapter is going to REALLY make a difference so pay attention to the important parts!

Chapter 11: The Art of the Inner Eye

Harry Potter held one of his daughter's tiny hands in his own. This wasn't right. It was just supposed to be a normal Quidditch game on a nice, sunny day. But now Madame Pomphrey and some of the other teachers were tossing around St. Mungo's.

Surely it couldn't be that serious, but the boys were terrified for Lily and Scorpius Malfoy, whom she had fought for weeks with Harry to have as a friend, refused to leave the Hospital Wing although he was missing class and already had a dozen detentions.

Of course, Harry hadn't seen what was going on there, but of what he knew, he, the head of the Auror Department, was more than a little scared himself. Neville Longbottom, his old roommate at Hogwarts, had flooed right into his office during an important meeting with the Minister of Magic, Mr. Kingsley, and stammered so much that the only word he could make out was Lily.

Harry was up in a heartbeat, telling Neville to calm down. The first thing that Neville could choke out was, "Lily thinks that Victor Krum has been murdered."

There were gasps from the other people in the room and suddenly the door burst open. Harry found himself yelling, "Does no one understand that we were in the middle of an important meeting?"

But it was Ron Weasley that walked in, his freckles showing more on his face than usual because he was so scared. "Th-they found Victor Krum. Murdered in some abandoned alley in the backstreets of London."

To Harry, there was only one possible way Lily could have known something before the Aurors themselves did. He spun on Neville. "How did she get out of the school?"

"She didn't," Neville answered, clearly intimidated by Harry's ferocity. "She was just p-playing Quidditch."

"She's not even on the team, though," he replied, his thoughts running across the ocean and back again in a second. "She specifically told me that she broke her nose and she wanted to break McLaggen's face because she didn't make the team."

"What about Krum, Harry?" Ron interrupted impatiently.

"Send someone out there," he said absently. "See if they find anything."

Ron nodded and was out the door in a second with only, "I'll see to it myself, then."

Neville was talking again, recapturing Harry's attention. "She lied. The boys told her secretly that she was the seeker but they made it look like it was Lorcan. That way, she surprised the Slytherin team when she showed up on the field.

"When they saw her, the teams got on a fight and Madame Hooch almost cancelled the game. They promised no roughhousing and got into the air. About twenty minutes into the game, Lily was too high up above the game with her hands over her ears and looking like she was muttering to herself."

Neville had gone white, just talking about what had happened. "And then the screaming started."

But he didn't continue. The look of horror on his face drove Harry to grab him by the arms roughly. "Who was screaming? What happened to Lily?"

Neville blinked. "She did, she was screaming. She was screaming about blood and death, and someone else, I think. She had to be at least a hundred feet in the air, and Scorpius Malfoy tried to lead her back down to the ground. But she kept thrashing on her broom so that she would have fallen off if Malfoy hadn't been there.

"As soon as she was on the ground, she curled up and kept screaming, and everyone was trying to calm her down all at once. Lily stopped screaming after maybe five more minutes, and James just kept telling her all this unimportant stuff.

"She kept trying to get his attention, but he just kept babbling. She grabbed him by the collar of his shirt with too much force, a-and she said, 'Tell Dad… Viktor Krum is dead,' and then she fainted. She's asleep now in the Hospital Wing. She hasn't even come close to regaining consciousness."

Harry's eyes had widened as the tale that had been spun seemed to be so absurd. "But what's wrong with Lily?"

Neville shrugged. "Madame Pomphrey says that she's in perfect physical health…."

"Oh, Merlin," Harry whispered, his face pale, knowing what Neville would say next. What had gone wrong? Lily had seemed like such a perfectly normal girl. He wanted to throw up when he had read a letter from his daughter talking about a cute Hufflepuff in her second year, but Ginny had patted his shoulder as he turned green and assured him that this meant she was a healthy young lady.

"Madame Pomphrey believes that her mind has just sort of shut down to try to recover." Neville looked almost as awful as Harry felt. As it was, his knees got weak and he had to sit in the nearby chair.

Harry shut his eyes and let his head fall in his hands. Oh, Merlin, this had to so awful for her and the boys. And Ginny. His mind flew to his wife who was probably in the kitchen, making a nice dinner for two and thinking that her little girl was perfectly fine.

"Mr. Potter?" Harry took a moment to pull himself together before looking up. Mr. Kingsley had been a great help during the war, earning his title as Minister. "You may go see your daughter, if you wish. We will completely understand. But please send a patronus to Mr. Weasley, so he knows that he will be taking your post until you get back."

Harry stood up with a nod. "Thank you so much, Minister." He thought the patronus charm with a flick of his wand and a stag burst from the tip. The stag raced off to find Ron with a complete explanation. He turned to Neville and said, "We need to get Ginny."

The apparated to Harry's home in a secluded spot that they always used so no muggles would see them. After the war, Harry and Ginny had found themselves at Godric's Hollow, a half-wizard, half-muggle community. They hurried across the street they had to pass just before his house, ignoring the looks they got from their odd robes that billowed behind them.

Harry didn't bother with anything. He burst into the back door with a bang. He heard Ginny's shriek but was in her line of sight before she could pull out her wand. "Ginny, we have to go; it's Lily."

So they found themselves practically running from Hogsmeade to Hogwarts. When they were there, Professors Slughorn, Hagrid , and Corsche were waiting along with Headmistress Wilkinson. Ginny looked ready to cry. "What's going on, Harry?" she asked for what had to have been the millionth time.

"Mr. and Mrs. Potter," Wilkinson addressed. "Your daughter is inside. The Potter boys and Mr. Malfoy are in there as well. Madame Pomphrey is attending to her as of now."

They proceeded to tell them what they knew, which wasn't anything besides what Neville knew. Ginny had taken Harry's handkerchief and was dabbing her eyes with it. "What's going to happen to Lily?"

Madame Wilkinson gave her a grave, cold look. "I believe that this is your choice, and nothing can be decided on until we have an opportunity, which will not be until she regains consciousness. Please keep in mind, Mrs. Potter, that things may not be as bad as they seem."

Harry dropped his gaze to the floor and noticed three pink pieces of flesh coming from underneath the door. Wilkinson continued, "I believe that if things really do go the way they look like they are going, your best option would be to send her to St. Mungo's. It may be that she will need special attention."

Oh, Merlin. A permanent room for her at St. Mungo's? Harry couldn't help but let his eyes flash to Neville for a moment. His parents had spent his entire life in a hospital room in St. Mungo's. When he and Ron and Hermione had seen it, he couldn't help but feel awful for Neville.

Harry pressed his foot against the three fleshy pieces, knowing exactly what they were. George Weasley had made them with his twin, Fred, ages ago. The Extendable Ears had been used by Harry himself many times when he was younger… and sometimes when he had been older. But the boys, presumably James, Albus, and Scorpius Malfoy, did not need to hear this.

Ginny was now sobbing into the handkerchief, and Harry wrapped his arms around her and held her close to his chest. "C-can we see her?" she asked between sobs.

"Of course," Wilkinson said, opening one of the doors. Harry lifted his foot so that the three Extendable Ears slipped back to their owners and were most likely, swiftly stuffed in pockets. When she opened the door, Harry saw the same room that he had once stayed in many times.

At the end, a little form was still underneath the covers. Three boys were in between the adults and the bed though. Ginny escaped from Harry's arms and strangled her two boys. "Oh, everything will be okay!" she crooned, like the boys were more upset than she was.

Harry turned his attention to the third boy, the Malfoy. His hair was the exact light blonde of his father's, but his eyes were grey and perceptive. Harry held out his hand to the boy. "Hello, Scorpius."

He shook Harry's hand and said, "Hello, Mr. Potter."

"I hear that you played a role in helping with my daughter. Thank you."

Scorpius looked down at the ground, and Harry thought that he could almost hear his heart thudding rapidly. "Y-yes, sir. Y-you have a good girl over there."

Ginny who had released her sons, suddenly attacked him with a hug. Harry couldn't help but chuckle at the behavior that was so much like Mrs. Weasley. "Oh, thank you so much! You're such a good boy! Oh, you helped save Lily!"

Harry gently pried her off of the fourth-year, who looked a little more than stunned. "Let's go see Lily, love," he murmured gently.

Those were the magical words for his wife. She let him guide her to the bed where Lily laid, her red hair splayed across the sheets. Her eyes were shut and she looked almost peaceful. She looked so much younger in that peace of a different world where no harm could come to her, reminding him of the little girl that had wanted him to dress up in a pink frilly princess dress when she was four.

"Dad, please don't get all emotional on us." James's voice wavered uncertainly, showing that he was close to getting all emotional, too.

But Harry hadn't even realized that tears were forming in his eyes, and he rapidly blinked them away. Albus was sitting in his chair, looking very upset at the moment. His huge green eyes looked to his parents, and a tear had already fallen down his check. "You won't really let them send Lily to St. Mungo's, will you?"

Ginny was crying again, and she sobbed into Harry's chest. He rubbed her back with soothing circles. Harry blinked away more tears. "W-we may have to, Albus."

"But you can't let them do that! She's normal! She really is!" In his anger, Al stood up. His fists became clenched and the tears started spilling down faster. "Please, Dad," his voice was thick; "You can't let them do that."

"If she is a danger to others, then we have to, Al. We'll do what we have to. She'll still be your sister." Harry was trying to reason that within himself as well. In his head though, it didn't make sense.

"But she's not a danger to others, Dad!" Albus fought with the convoluted logic vehemently.

"Even if she's a danger to herself!" Harry was yelling and crying now, too. His little baby girl was a danger to no one. She wouldn't even hex a fly… maybe a Slytherin, but that was beside the point. "She nearly fell from a hundred feet in the air, Albus! It's best for everyone if she goes! We can't let her hurt herself, and the Healers will know exactly how to deal with her!"

"You act like she's not your own daughter! She's my sister! I won't let you do this!" Albus moved towards her, protectively.

"Shut up. You woke her up." Scorpius's quiet voice interrupted their fight. Everyone snapped to, and all eyes fell on the form that had groaned and shifted. She started like she was going to stretch, and then she froze. Her eyelids suddenly opened wide.

Her hands curled in the sheets and they twisted around her fingers. Harry watched as her eyes did something extraordinary. The pupils of her eyes seemed to grow, slowly overtaking any color of emerald there. But when it reached the edges of her irises, it kept spreading like an infection, until her eyes were a pure black. Lily started gasping for air, like someone was choking her. No one could move towards her, as though they were frozen forever, watching this… distress, Harry supposed it looked like.

Then she started speaking. Her voice came out like it was rough and had never been used as she wheezed out the words.

"Another comes, the worst of centuries.

Just when the world has had its first taste of peace,

The darkness shall come and destroy everything in its path.

One darker than He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named comes,

To terrify and return fear to everyone.

No one is safe, from the smallest muggle child,

To the greatest of Wizards himself.

But there is only one to end her.

The evil One has chosen this girl herself.

The death and end of one,

Shall bring on the whole new world of another.

But many will not know

The difference between the enemy and the savior.

Bloodshed shall be shouted everywhere.

All shall live in fear of the Evil One and her enemy."

Then Lily closed her eyes once, and opened them, revealing her almost-normal green. The pupils were still too big though. She seemed to find herself in some haze as her grip on the sheets relaxed. "Mum?" she asked groggily. "Dad? What's going on?"

No one could find their voice. "Mum, Dad, why are you here? What happened? Did I get hurt at the Quidditch game?" She looked to each family member's face. They were all blank and unmoving with some sort of shock and most of them had red, puffy eyes like they had been crying. "How long have I been unconscious?"

Her eyes fell on Scorpius, who was sitting further away from her bed. He was the only one who looked responsive. She found herself throwing off the covers. She slammed her feet onto the floor, and ran over to him. "I'm so sorry, Scorpius! I didn't think you'd be that angry! I love that you're my friend! Please forgive me!" She threw her arms around him and buried her face in his shoulder, any other thoughts flying out of her mind, except that she needed him to forgive her.

Scorpius wrapped his arms around her and said, "I was never mad, Flower; I already forgave you. Don't get upset about it."

Her father turned responsive, and right into overprotective mode. He gently lifted her off of Scorpius and carried her back to her bed. "Alright, Lily, you just need to rest and relax. We'll explain everything tomorrow. We'll have all your things packed by then."

"But, Dad," she said with confusion, "I'm fine! I've been millions of times worse. Where am I going?" Why would he have to pack her things? Something clicked. "Why am I leaving Hogwarts? It's nowhere near time for a holiday! Term just started a month or so ago!"

"Lily," her mother's voice was thick and she wiped her eyes. "We can talk in the morning. Just rest for now. You're going to leave with us tomorrow."

"This is about the Quidditch stuff isn't it? Mum, I swear it was nothing. I'm perfectly normal! I promise I won't get in any more trouble! Please, Dad, you wouldn't seriously take me out of Hogwarts, would you?" Lily appealed to both of her parents who were looking at her gravely.

"You're not in trouble," Harry sighed. "You just can't stay here anymore."

Albus suddenly cut in with ferocity in his green eyes. "Lily, is it going to rain tomorrow?"

Lily, along with her parents glared at him. He had been asking Lily this question every day since their Quidditch Tryouts, but this was so not the time. Her eyes went a little blank for half of a second before she snapped, "Yes, Albus, of course it will. At exactly 1:12 in the morning. Do you really have to ask something like that now?"

"Yes, who is the next person that will walk in here?"

She was seriously annoyed, but she couldn't help but answer his question. "Madame Pomphrey."

"When?"

"In precisely forty-two seconds."

"Keep track on your watch, Dad," her younger brother muttered. To her mild surprise, Harry pulled up his sleeve and began ticking off the seconds. "What will she say?"

"'What's wrong with all of you? Can't you tell that this girl needs rest?' But why do you want to know this, Al? Can someone please tell me where I'm going tomorrow?"

No one said anything, letting her brood to herself for around forty seconds when the doors burst open. "What's wrong with all of you?" Madame Pomphrey asked. "Can't you tell that this girl needs rest?"

Harry, Ginny, and the rest of the people in the room practically fell out of their chairs with surprise, except for Albus and Lily. "How the hell did she do that?" Harry choked out.

"She is normal, Dad! I tried to tell you that she didn't need to go to St. Mungo's!"Albus's voice rose like it did when he was trying to wheedle something out of a member of his family usually.

"St. Mungo's?" Lily's voice rose about two or three octaves. "Why the hell are you sending me to St. Mungo's? I'm not that crazy!"

"Lily what did you just do?" Her father was hovering over her, his green eyes searching for something. Anything.

"What do you…?" Lily's pupils grew a bit again. She swung her feet out of bed and gazed ahead of her, reminding everyone of a blind person that didn't look with their eyes. "I need to go somewhere. Everyone will understand then."

"Lily Luna Potter, just where do you think you're going?" Ginny used the same tone she had used when her children were still little kids and tried to sneak into the kitchen when she wasn't looking to steal the entire cookie jar, not just one cookie. They were pretty smart kids.

She stood up and walked right past a surprised Madame Pomphrey. "I have someone I need to meet. She's expecting me. She's known for ages, and I didn't even realize it. She will show my true nature."

"Lily, come back here," Harry said as he scrambled to his feet. He and Ginny followed her to the doorway. He grabbed her wrist to stop her from wandering through the corridors of Hogwarts in… well, whatever state she was in at the moment.

"Dad, if I don't go now, then we're all doomed. Just let me go. I'm not a little girl anymore." The words that would've had to come at some point made his eyes sting a little. He knew that, to a point, but she was still only thirteen. That made his decision.

"Lily, you can only go if your mum and I can come with you."

She met his eyes, and a shiver ran down his spine. He had seen that gaze almost thirty years ago from now, it seemed. The gaze made him feel as though he was being X-rayed. He cringed a bit and let go of her arm. "Fine," she said, "But you can't get in our way. Come this way."

They shuffled along behind her, Ginny turning an apprehensive look at the boys who were still sitting at their seats with stunned expressions. Lily stopped suddenly and turned to glare at Scorpius, whose eyes grew wide at her viciousness. "Don't even try it, Scorp. It just won't work."

Lily then walked out of the room and began following paths that seemed very familiar to the older Potters. She started up a spiraling staircase on one end of the whole castle that went up at least seven or eight flights.

Lily knew that Harry would recognize where they were going, seeing as he had followed his way up these stairs for two years at least. The moonlight shone through the large windows that they occasionally passed, and she hadn't realized that the moon was rapidly reaching the highest parts of the sky.

"Why are we going up here, Lily?" Of course her father would be asking her that. He knew this castle almost better than the back of his hand it seemed.

"To meet her."

Her parents exchanged an apprehensive glance. Harry shrugged, and Ginny shook her head in confusion. Lily had always thought it was funny that they could communicate without needing words now, but she continued up the stairs, not wanting to be late, listening to the steps of her parents behind her.

When she finally reached a dead end with only a trap door at the top, a silver ladder emerged and she climbed her way up through the trap door. The sudden scent that assailed her nose gave her a funny feeling and the colors of this room she had never seen before but had seen many times made her eyes want to see something else, tugging on her mind.

"My Inner Eye has met you before."

The misty voice reached her ears along with the sight of a woman emerging from behind bead curtains. The small woman wore a draped shawl and many gaudy bangles and rings. Her thick glasses seemed to magnify her eyes to make her resemble somewhat of a bug.

"Professor Trelawney," Harry said with a bit of surprise. He had known that Lily would take him up here, but he had never truly realized that he would have to face the woman who had so often predicted his death.

Lily smiled, both ignoring her parents. "I saw myself coming to see you."

"I saw the same thing myself, child." They smiled as though they shared some secret. "Come, in child and explain to me what you want." Trelawney waved her over to a familiar tea table and sat across from Lily. The girl barely noticed that her parents sat a table over from them.

"I have come to learn the Art of the Inner Eye," she announced proudly. "I will be a Seer, like you and your family before you."

Trelawney smiled. "But first I must see your skills, my dear child. Some do not possess this power. And even if they do, they do not wish to use it."

Lily wordlessly held out her hand, expecting something. She didn't feel quite in control of her own motions. Her eyes fell to the thin hand that Trelawney had offered her. The lines that graced the upturned palm of her hand seemed to make perfect sense as she traced them with a gentle finger.

"You are one who has been worth more than many know. You will still be just as great. You tell many of their doom and help them to avoid it. You may be aged with years, but much still lies ahead of you, and happiness will be at your doorstep for all of your past suffering. You have an excellent life ahead of you." Lily smiled at the old woman with a bit of self-satisfaction.

Trelawney returned the smile before she took the hand underneath hers, tracing the lines of Lily's palms. She frowned, though, and tutted to herself. Lily heard a sigh and glared at her father who was rolling his eyes. "My poor dear," the woman muttered airily. "Your life will be nowhere near as pleasurable as mine. You are already facing hardships and will be for year to come." She pointed out a line cutting through the middle of her palm. "There, do you see that? It means your life shall be shrouded with darkness. But do not despair, my child, for you see that line? Yes, that one right there. It's almost like a broken line, interrupted by other lines. That one is your love. A jagged line, it means that it shall not be an easy one, but I see that in the end, both of you will be much stronger for it. Death will see you, and you shall not be a stranger to close encounters with him. But, dear girl, never give up hope. Do you see that line down towards your wrist? It reaches almost to the middle of your palm. It means victory. There will be some victory for you, dear. Remember that."

Lily nodded. "I have known somewhat of my future for many days. I know it shall not be peaceful, and I shall accept that."

Professor Trelawney nodded her approval before she stood up and disappeared behind her beaded curtains. When she reappeared, she was carrying a large crystal ball. She set it on a pedestal in front of Lily, who watched as it filled with something like a purple-grey cloud of smoke. "Tell me what you see, Miss Potter."

Her eyes were already glued to the orb. Something seemed to emerge from the mist, or perhaps the mist formed whatever she saw, but she saw something. "We are here. At Hogwarts. It is another battle, much larger than the first. She is there. With another, a much younger girl. There is fire, and death." Something snapped inside her. "I smell blood. It's everywhere, but I can only concentrate on her. I don't look around me; I don't want to see who's dead. Someone is screaming, but I don't want to hear it, because I'm not sure if I'm the one that's doing it."

Professor Trelawney whisked the crystal ball off of its stand. Lily blinked and felt woozy. She swayed a bit in her seat until her father came over and put a hand on her shoulder to ensure that she didn't fall out of her seat. Trelawney looked a bit shocked, both of them stunned out of that funny place where the future appeared to be the present.

When she spoke, Trelawney's voice had lost much of its misty sound. "You are a much more talented Seer than I had expected, child. Watch yourself, for this is a dangerous art to fall into. Let yourself recover every now and again, so that you don't fall to even worse danger."

Lily nodded, her eyes wide now with fright. She couldn't remember most of what had just happened in the past hour that she had been awake. Everything was fuzzy in her mind, and she felt terribly exhausted.

"I will see you on Tuesday evenings after dinner," the teacher said. "I must rest now."

With that, she left and hid herself behind her beaded curtains. Ginny stood up and was whispering to Harry, but Lily couldn't concentrate on the words. Eventually Harry just picked Lily up in his arms, letting her head rest against his chest as he started his way down the stairs. "You're a good girl, Lily. You're special; you're mum and I always knew that."

Lily struggled in his arms with clarity. She grabbed his shirt with her fingers and nails. "Daddy," she addressed, her voice small like a child's. "Daddy, don't let me fall asleep. I don't want to see anyone die."

Harry's emerald eyes looked into the exact same, almond-shaped pair of eyes, the fear very prominent there. He kissed her loose auburn hair and said, "I won't let you fall asleep, Lily. You won't have nightmares tonight."

She smiled, and before any of them knew it, she had fallen into a peaceful, needed sleep.

Augh! The end! I hate it when chapters end because it means that I have to stop writing and you have to stop reading! So here is a fairly long chapter for you (almost 5,000 words!) Please, please, please review! Tell me what you think is going to happen! I love it when I hear theories!