As Lily lied on the pile of pillows, she thought about everything that had happened. I blew it. It's over. She was late for her first class, Herbology, but she didn't even care. Being all alone in the Room of Requirement felt right ot her.

Maybe THIS is where I belong…Lily thought as she started to cry. She then felt a slight breeze in her hair. Looking up, she saw Severus Snape through her tears.

Snape, first looking stern, felt to his knees to try to console Lily.

"There, there, Potter. Everything is going to be alright." He said.

"B-but, I'm in Slytherin! No offense." She added quickly. "And S-Scorpius. My f-family will n-never forgive me!" she stuttered as she cried.

Snape paused. "I knew your father all of his school career, Potter. He's a good man, and I know that he'll understand. As will the rest of your family."

"Scorpius." Was the only thing Lily could say through her crying. She repeated it over and over again.

Snape, not sure what to say, just sat with her. She is so much like her grandmother, Lily…he thought. Silently crying, he left the youngest Potter alone once again.

"Professor Longbottom?" Lily called out as she knocked on the door of the greenhouse. Class is long over. Lily thought. He should be here.

"Who would that be calling to me?" Neville called out from the back of the room.

"Lily Potter." Lily said as she smiled for the first time that day. That is how Neville always greeted her.

"Well, well, well, Lily Potter. Why weren't you in my class today?" Neville asked. He then saw that Lily's face was swollen and tear-stained. "Come here, little one." He said as he opened his arms for a hug.

Lily ran into his arms and began sobbing all over again. "Oh, Professor…"

"Lily, am I teaching you right now?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"Are there any other students around?"
"No," Lily squeaked.

"Then, please, call me Neville. Now, tell me what's wrong."

Still not composed, Lily mumbled, "S-Slytherin."

"Oh, Lil. Are you really this worried about that? Don't you remember what I told all of you guys before the sorting? Your house doesn't matter!" Neville whispered to Lily, holding her in his arms.

"I-It's not only the Slytherin thing." Lily said, looking up at Neville.

"What else, my little Mandrake." Neville kidded.

Lily then though. Should I tell Neville? I can usually tell him everything, but this? This….this needs to be kept a secret….Especially from Mum and Dad…

"I'm….umm…just a little homesick." Lily lied through her teeth. She felt bad about lying to Neville, but she had to.

Neville, although a little suspicious, said, "I understand. I was homesick for a while in my first year, too. It's only been a day, Lily, you'll make friends. And once you make friends, everything feels a lot more comfortable. I promise. I'm sure you'll see your family more as the year goes on, too."

"Thanks Pro-Neville. You've helped a lot." Lily lied again.

"No problem. Remember, if you ever need anything, I'm here." He said to her as she walked out of the greenhouse.

So much like her grandmother…Snape thought as he sat alone on the astronomy tower. Why do I still feel so for Lily? He then began to cry. The pain that he has endured almost his whole life and after life has torn him apart. Why do I still have to be here? Curse Lord Voldemort! Why can't I be in Heaven with her? I'm sure she's there…If anyone deserves to be there, it's her…Not moving from his place, he shouted out in anguish and sobbed.

In the broom closet where Scorpius kneeled, he thought about his life. I should have consoled her. Helped her in some way… Ah, I'm such an idiot! He then broke down in angry tears.

Author's Note:

Hi Everyone,

Thanks so much for following my story. I just wanted to apologize, because I realize that this chapter is a little disconnected from the story of Lily Potter. It is full of depressing and guilty feelings that are not only irrelevant to the story, but for them to be expressed through an eleven year old girl is a little odd. The reason this chapter was written as it was is for a very selfish reason on my part. Earlier this month, a girl in my school died of cancer. It has not only been a devastating experience for our community, but a draining one, too. I cannot imagine what it was like for the family. Anyways, I haven't really been expressing many emotions when it came to this subject, and writing this chapter was more of a release for me than the enjoyment of writing. I am sorry if this has caused you any grief. Thanks again for reading.

Sincerely,

Kim