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Gah... I'm in dire need of fluff, aren't you? Hah... I'll try to speed this up so it can get as fluffy as a marshmallow fight! (yes, the fluff may take away from the details...)

ILOVEmattandHARRY, thank you so much for your suggestions! I agree that she was being a little PMSy... and yes, it was kind of out of the blue. You really don't know much about Broccoli-head. I get plans in my head mixed up with what I already have written, so I've done some rearranging, letting thoughts stew in my brain for the time being. I won't change it every time that someone comments on it, but I think that you had a really good point.

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My eyes flickered open, sudden bright light tore through my subconscious. Where was I? How had I gotten here?

I sat up, hearing the squeak of springs as I moved. I was in a small, familiar room. Floral sheets adorned the mattress I lay on. A bureau sat against the southern wall next to the wide window, small ornaments situated on top. A closet with sliding mirrored doors was on the wall opposite. I knew what I would find: several cardboard boxes stacked up, full of winter clothes, a rack of light jackets, and an assortment of shoes on a wire frame at the bottom.

My room. How in the world did I get into my home?

I climbed out of bed. My clothes were changed—no longer in my Hogwarts attire, I wore a loose robe over flannel pajamas and tight tank-top. As I stood, pain flickered up and down my spine. Limping, I opened the door. I hobbled down the stairs to find my distraught-looking mother sitting at the kitchen table.

"Oh, Lily!" She rushed over to me, engulfing me in a hug. "I was so worried about you!'

I pulled away. "Mum, what am I doing here? What happened?"

"You arrived here about three weeks ago," she began. "We met that lovely professor, Minerva. You were unconscious and had bruises all over your body. Your friends will tell you what happened once you see them."

I gave her a questioning glance. I could see secret in her eyes. She knew something that I did not know. I knew that she would not tell me. She knows me so well, it was probably for the best. She knows how much my friends mean to me, so she knows how I will react to the news, probably better than if she told me.

"They visited here once, they gave me this package to give to you," she handed me a round container. "They promised to explain to you what happened. It also has a message, I think it will tell you where to go. Come home soon! We've been worried sick and your father still thinks that you are comatose." She smiled and kissed me on the cheek, patting my back as I trudged up the stairs.

I looked inside of the container. An envelope lay on top of a wrapped present, addressed to me. Tearing open the letter, I read the contents.

It was from all of my friends. Mary, of course, Alice, my other friend, and Rebecca and Penny. Rebecca and Penelope, also known as Penny, are identical twins, Rebecca being freakishly smart and Penny being unusually excitable.

Dear Lily,

We hope you are feeling better! This is Rebecca writing, but everyone's here: Alice, Mary, Penny, James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter. Come visit. Then, we also have an excuse to see you! We could also talk about what happened. Anyway, we'll tell you what you missed in school. McGonagall told us how to—

HI LILY! It's Penny! Gosh, Rebecca's such a stiff... talking about school and all that. It's so boring! She's glaring at me now... HA! We have really exciting news! Well, honestly, Alice has good news. She's going out with Frank! Y'know, Frank Longbottom! They look sooooo cute together!

Ugh, there goes Penny, talking about everyone else but her... (By the way, this is Alice) and yes, I am going out with Frank, so stop gaping like that! My parents are letting me have a party, so Mary was wrong. We're going to see you sooner! It's going to be wicked—no parental supervision and guys of our choice are allowed to come! For once, it's actually allowed. So get better quickly, it's not a party without you! You and your alcohol...

Hey Lily, hope you're feeling better. James, Remus, Sirius, and Peter

Lily—James's been beside himself with worry. He won't even take off time to play Quidditch! Rebecca's also worried. She doesn't even want to snog—

Oh dear. I don't want you falling into a coma after reading a graphic passage of Sirius doing Rebecca. Come visit soon, honey!

Love,

Rebecca, Alice, Mary, Penny, James, Remus, Sirius, Peter

P. S.: The present has the portkey, feel free to visit any time!

Multiple signatures were scrawled at the bottom of the paper. Oh, how I wished to see them. I ripped open the package, which carried a small glass flower. A lily. How imaginative. I picked it up and the world started to spin.

I slammed down hard on marble floor. I groaned and looked around. Standing up, I noticed with chagrin that I was still in my pajamas.

"Oh, my God! Lily!" I got attacked from behind with a hug. Alice's high pitched voice began talking at rapid speed. "Iwassoworriedaboutyouandwefoundyouonthefloorandwedidn'tknowwhattodo—"

"Alice! Slow down!"

"I was so worried! We found you laying on the floor... we don't know what happened! All of us were worried sick!" Her eyes started watering, remembering pieces of the past.

I patted her back softly, comforting her. "Do you know what happened? I don't remember anything."

She began looking everywhere but my eyes. "Erm... why don't we go visit Rebecca, Mary and Penny?" Hurrying off, I had nothing to do but follow her.

"LILY!" A chorus of voices called my name as I walked through Alice's eight-foot door.

"Hey, guys. How're you?" I smiled at their eager faces.

They just grinned stupidly at me.

"God, what is it?" I said, exasperated. I noticed that they were focusing on something behind me.

"Hello, love."

"Oh, Lord. Please, no." I threw back my head and groaned.

"I heard that you just woke up this morning. You really should be getting your rest." Potter wrapped his arms around my waist, setting his head on my shoulder.

Letting out another groan, I glared at my smirking friends while he pushed me towards the nearest bed. "Why in the world are you at Alice's home?"

"I'm a VIP," he grinned. "Haven't you heard? She's having a party and I get to help. Sirius and Peter should be along soon. Remus couldn't make it."

Many people knew that Alice and Potter grew up together. I had forgotten that fact momentarily. She spent every blinking minute of the summer with him, a fact that I found hard to believe.

"I must have had a brain hemorrhage and it slipped my mind." I hit the bed, lying on my back and closed my eyes. "So will anyone tell me what happened?"

Silence.

"Come on, it can't be that bad!" I was too relaxed to force it out of them.

Our "conversation" was interrupted by a thud from upstairs.

Alice looked pleased at the convenient discontinuation of our talk and pranced to the door. "Come on!" she hummed, "it must be the rest of the boys, come to help!"

I was too exhausted to move from the bed I was on, leaving me in the room with Potter. He noticed the empty spot beside the bed and came to sit down.

"Don't you want to go see your friends, Potter?" Don't you want to leave me so I don't need to be pestered by an annoying prat?

"Now, why would I do that when I could sit with a lovely lass, who would otherwise be all alone?" His tone was playful, happy.

"Now, if I were alone, then I would probably be happier than this given state." I retorted, mocking his mood.

"Ah, Lily, you never cease to amaze me with your wit and charm." He sighed and stretched his arms behind his head. "But... one thing has been bugging me. What were you doing unconscious in the girls bathroom that is nearly never used?"

"What are you talking about?" I started, annoyed, "I was just heading back from the—" I stopped, remembering what I had seen there. Sirius with a book about Animagus. I don't know what shocked me more: Sirius with a book, or Sirius with a book about Animagus. It had left my mind, but I recalled that Potter was reading a lot that week. I would bet that he and Sirius both were reading about Animagus. But why? To fit in more with Remus? Remus... the werewolf.

I gasped.

Potter was still looking at me intently, so obviously noticed my epiphany. Then, unexpectedly, I started whacking him in the arm, muttering angrily in between each hit. "Have... you... no... sense... of... self... preservation?...You... friggin'... idiot!"

"Woah, woah," he laughed good-naturedly, softly grabbing my wrists and holding them still. "Now, what were you saying?"

"Where would you get the stupid idea to run with a werewolf?" I stared at him dubiously.

He looked at me shakily. "Were—werewolves? Who said anything about that?"

I scoffed. "I know about Remus, Potter."

He looked down. "Oh."

"So, how would becoming an Animagi help you?" I was curious now; there was no stopping me from getting my answers.

Once again, he looked surprised at my inquiry. "Oh, found out about that too, did you?"

"You know, it's illegal." At a loss of what else to say, I just blurted out the statement.

He chuckled. "Sure. We'll never get caught."

"We? You've got more people to do it, too?"

"Just Sirius, Peter and I."

I was about to reprimand him, but boisterous laughter sounded around the corner.

"Prongs!" Peter's squeaky voice became more clear as they came closer. "Guess what I brought! Streamers! It's some Muggle thing!" He looked toward Potter expectantly, as if wanting praise.

"What do you do with it?" Potter said, pulling long, colorful strands of the thin paper. "Is it for when you use the toilet?"

His comment resulted in a eruption of giggles between my friends.

I snorted.

"Just because you have no sense of humor..." Sirius muttered.

Surprising both myself and others, I laughed it off. "Whatever. Let's just start decorating."