A/N: I don't think I've ever written that before... "A/N"... anyway, thanks to those of you who reviewed chapter 7, you're the best!

I thought I'd just give you a backround on the new Generation: They're from the year 2023, and it's about May. James's birthday is October, 2004 so he's 18. Al's birthday is April, 2006, He just turned 17. Lily's birthday is May 2008, so she's almost 15... tell me if I just contradicted something in chapter 4... Rose was born in January, so she's also 17.

Now that I've bored you with my birthday talk, shall we proceed with the chapter?

Oh, and I don't own Harry Potter...

Lily Evans POV

Sixty eight hours left

In the almost-empty classroom it was silent.

It was the kind of silence that was so absolute that there was a distant-sounding ringing in my ears. And that ringing was really annoying me.

Right then, I felt so many emotions that I just decided to ignore them and be confused; confusion was a feeling I could handle.

The ringing grew louder and more irritating. I wanted to yell 'SHUT UP!' to it, but that would've made me feel weird. I mean, what sort of person yells at a non-existing ring?

I sat on a desk from which I could see James. He was sitting on a pulled-back chair, staring at the floor. Glancing at my watch, I saw that we had been in the room for fifteen minutes: James Potter had not moved for fifteen minutes. Before this imprisonment, that would've been inconceivable.

It was so quiet! I had to make some noise.

I slowly reached into the pocket of my jeans and quietly took out the folded piece of parchment, reveling in the crinkling sound it made.

Dear Lily and James,

I'm really, really sorry.

Okay, I'm not sorry, but I would be if I didn't care about you.

After the conversation we had Lily, I'm convinced that you need nothing more than a good sit-down talk with James.

Please work out your problems! Talk!! If you don't I'll be severely disappointed. Do you know how heartbreaking it is for a granddaughter to watch her Grandparents ignoring each other?

I'm leaving you in this room for an hour and hopefully you'll work things out.

Thanks!

Love Lily

I shook my head. Did she really think we were going to go along with her little plan? It was humanly impossible for a pair as awkward as James and I to talk and 'work things out'.

I couldn't wait for this hour to be over.


10 Minutes Later…

By this time, there was this itchy feeling in the back of my throat. I needed to talk. If I didn't soon, I would be in danger of sudden and spontaneous lunacy.

"Um… this is nice weather we're having," I whispered to myself; partly because my voice had stopped working, partly because that would sound incredibly stupid if spoken aloud… or maybe it was just plain stupid.

But James heard me.

"What?" he asked, officially shattering the quiet of the room.

I cleared my throat and said quietly, "Um, nothing. I was just talking to myself."

He made this 'whatever' face and turned away to stare at the blackboard.

"Erm… do you wanna play… naughts and crosses?" I had no idea what made me say that.

James gave me this look that plainly said 'what in Merlin's name are you on about?' In other words, he thought I was acting like a crazy woman.

"Well?"

"No," he said. "No, I'd rather sit here gazing aimlessly off into space like the real loon that I am." He looked at me. "I'd rather not play naughts and crosses with you just now. I'm having the time of my life here, you see." He smiled sarcastically and resumed his 'gazing off into space'.

"Okay…"

I glanced at Lily's note again.

"Look. I just want to ask you one thing, and then I'll shut up, I promise."

"What?" James said quickly. I knew he wasn't asking what I what my question was, but why I was asking anything.

"I only need to ask you something one, because I'll go mad if I don't and because I also want to know."

"Okay. Fine. What is it?" he said curtly.

I stared at my hands for a moment before saying, "Why are you ignoring me?"

"Why am I ignoring you? That's a new one," he said loudly. "What happened to, 'Leave me alone Potter!' or 'Shut up Potter!' or 'I wouldn't date you if it was a choice between you and the giant squid!'?"

I was shocked. I didn't think such an amount of emotion could flow out at the mention of this subject; a subject I had naively thought was harmless.

"I'm sorry-"

He stood up and addressed the ceiling as if he hadn't heard me. "But of course, you wouldn't care would you? I mean, who would care that someone's acting completely different to you all of a sudden except James-arrogance-Potter? 'Cause I'm sure I've been stupid to expect that you would just act normally."

His words didn't make any sense, but his anger did, and that made me angry.

I stood too.

"I was just trying to be nice!"

"Really?" he scoffed. "You have a funny way of 'trying to be nice'."

"Yeah? Well…" I couldn't think of a good argument, so I pretended to have an itchy head.

"What're you doing?" said James after a while.

"What does it look like?" I demanded furiously, or at least I tried to say it furiously; the annoying, pathetic awkwardness I felt was preventing me from speaking properly.

"Do you have head lice or something?" he did this kind of funny face; a cross between revulsion and embarrassment.

I threw him a filthy look but stopped scratching my head. I realized that I must have looked a bit absurd.

There was another long silence, and then James sighed.

"Look, I'm sorry; I didn't want to shout at you, it's just…"

"I understand," I said quietly. "Can we just… agree to not argue… and when we get back, just… try to be polite to one another?"

James nodded. "All right." We both sat down again.

This was so utterly, insanely bizarre. I was feeling so many emotions, I thought I would surely explode. I felt horrified because I knew that I had married Potter, disgusted because I had a son with him (the thought made me shudder), panicked because of the limited amount of time I had to try and live and infuriated because I couldn't do anything about it. Now I was stuck in a room with James Potter feeling uncomfortable and inadequate. I'd always been so annoyed, confident and, in a strange way, myself, around him. So I felt confused… again. I didn't even try to break the silence that stretched on for the next half-hour or so.

The door creaked open and Lily poked her head in.

"Hey," she said softly, looking, I was pleased to see, a little embarrassed, "You can come out now."

At once I hopped off the desk and walked to Myrtle's bathroom, James and Lily's footsteps following behind me.

I was so confused.

A/N: Part of me feels like this is the weirdest chapter I've ever written... Please tell me what you think! Also, I've almost finished writing chapter 3 'beta', so that should be exciting!

Until next time! :)