When Lily Evans Potter woke up feeling herself spooned from behind by an obviously strong and tall figure she could only assume that her arrogant husband had slipped her another new product of his, which had resulted in the strange dream. Merlin knows it wouldn't have been the first time that he pulled something like this, maybe the first time that it had given her such bizarre visions, but not the first time in general. It felt early so she didn't even bother opening her eyes, if Harry hadn't started to bawl yet it had to be sometime before six. She simply thanked Merlin that she wasn't feeling the morning sickness yet and snuggled back into her husband, drifting off once more.

When Lily woke up next it was with her husband kissing up and down along her neck, sending pleasant shivers up and down along her spine. She giggled, "Baby, if you're going to do this to me, silencing charm first. Harry's only two rooms over."

"Lila, what are you talking about?" Her husband asked, his voice sounded a little rough and when was the last time he had ever called her Lila?

"James?" she turned around in his grip but the man she faced was not her husband, at least, not the last time she checked.

"Sweet Merlin!" she yelled and pushed him off her, "Who the Hell are you?"

"Lila, sweetheart, what's wrong. I'm your husband, Mike," the man said in an American accent.

Lily looked at him strangely, then looked up, "James, if this is another one of your pranks it's not funny!" she shouted at the ceiling. When nothing happened she scowled, placed her hands on hips and tried again, "If you don't magic me out of this dumb thing right now, Mister, I am going to Castrate you when I escape. And I have heard that fixing that at St. Mungos is a very painful operation!" again nothing happened. That threat, though she never ever saw it through, always worked on her husband and was only used when she was extremely pissed off. The fact that he wasn't responding to it meant something was very wrong. "Fuck," she muttered.

She turned back to Mike, who was cupping his genitals in a protective way and eyeing her warily, "Oh don't give me that look, I wouldn't really do it," she muttered darkly at him. He didn't respond. She sighed and glanced around the room, this was definitely a muggle house, and for whatever reasons her soul had been put into this body. She needed to figure out why and how to get in contact with her friends before James and both Harrys got too worried.

"Look, I know this is a little confusing for you right now, you are, after all, a muggle. But you're just going to have to take my word for things right now. Magic exists, my name isn't Lila its Lily and I'm presently sharing your wife's body with her. Got it? It's not too confusing, right?" she tried to reason with the man. He just continued to look at her blankly.

"Okay then. I'm going to need a mirror," she said, there at least was a place to start. The man didn't move. "Do you understand? M-I-R-R-O-R?" still he didn't move, "Merlin, at least now I know why muggles and muggle born get made so much fun of. If everyone who just gets introduced to magic acts this thickly they deserve a little ridicule," she muttered and then looked around. She found a bathroom that had a nice full length mirror in it. What she saw made her breath catch in her throat.

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They had originally gotten married because she was scared and alone in the world, pregnant without any memories about how she had gotten so and he had found her attractive. They had said their vows with him hoping for more and her knowing that there was something missing, there always would be something missing and he could never fill that void. It had been in the year 1981 when she had shown up, unconscious, on his doorstep, without any past memories of people or events. They had been married a little after a year later and a little after her stomach returned to normal after having the twins, the girl, Rose, and the boy, Evan.

So Lila Porter, as she was dubbed, became Lila Smith on January 1983 when she married Dr. Mike Smith. Though he had wanted children of his own she was never able to bare another child and their family did not grow beyond the four of them. While Lila never found herself in love with her husband, despite his love for her, she loved her children very much and stayed with him for the security he offered. Surely she could never make it on her own with two kids to feed, not without any formal education of her own that she knew about. Thus she was still falling asleep next to the same man she had been falling asleep next to, as long as she could remember, fourteen years after being married to him. When she woke up for the second time that morning however, she knew different.

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What Lily saw in the mirror shook her to her core. It was her staring straight back at her, same green eyes, same red hair, same face. Sure her hair had some grays showing through and her face had a few more wrinkles than she remembered but it was definitely her. This wasn't possible, or at least it shouldn't be. She was dead in this reality, unless she had traveled to a new one entirely, in which case she was definitely screwed. Hell, she was screwed even if she wasn't in another reality. She wasn't married to James and she didn't know any one who could help who had a phone. She didn't know any American wizards; she was truly and fully fucked.

She walked out of the bathroom dazed, sat on the edge of the bed and cried. Mike, seeing the woman who he thought was the one who he loved in tears snapped him out of his fearful and confused daze. He sat next to her, legs crossed just in case, and gently placed an arm around her shoulders. Lily leaned into him for comfort.

"Is everything ok with mom?" a young lady asked from the doorway, a young man right behind her. Lily looked up at them. The boy had reddish-brown hair, inherited from his grandpa no doubt, but messy and dangling down to his eyebrows and past his ears with brown eyes, much like James'. The girl had long, straight black hair and green eyes. She was small and slender but had a nose that distinctly said James, though it had obviously yet to be broken.

Lily looked at them in shock. Then her eyes traveled to Mike. He was a big, buff blonde-haired, blue-eyed American. There was no way these children could be his. "I didn't have them with you, did I?" she asked him.

"Er, no, you were pregnant before we met," he whispered into her ear. She smiled.

"Then I was married to James, what happened here, what went wrong?" She asked him, trying to figure out why should would break up with James and end up with this thick guy. Also why she would so obviously denounce magic and change her name to Lila.

"Maybe we should get you to a doctor, dear, I think you might be a bit confused."

"No, no NO!" Lily shouted at him, "Look, I was born the second child of…" but she trailed off. She knew what to do now. She had found her life line. "I need a phone. I'll prove everything to you; I just need to make a long distance call.

Mike looked uneasy and her children looked positively terrified. From what they could tell, their mom had gone completely bonkers. "Ok, sweetheart, but then I think we should go talk to a doctor," he compromised.

"Yeah, whatever," she agreed, with no intention of going to see any sort of shrink. She knew she wasn't crazy, or at least she definitely hoped she wasn't.

She dialed some numbers and when the person picked up she cold have cried out in joy right then and there. "Petty, Listen. It's Lily, I know that's hard to believe because I'm supposed to be dead, but remember back when I was three and the bullies made fun of me for being weird and you beat them up and got in trouble with mum and dad for fighting. And later I gave you my desert because you weren't allowed any. Yea, it's really me. Now I know we've had our differences since I became a witch but I need some help. I need to you to find a way to get in touch with my kind. There's a squib, never mind that, there's a person who can contact them on your street. Mrs. Figg. Please I need your help. Petty? Petty?" she called, but the phone went dead.

"What a bitch!" she exclaimed. She had hung up on her! Merlin, that was a new low, really, if your younger sister comes back from the dead after sixteen years you can at least feign happiness. Lily angrily began dialing again while every one else in her room looked on with worry.

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AN, well you now know where Lily is, well sorta… Anywho this chappie is being put up solely because of Marguerida, and mainly because my black mail backfired there. So even without a good amount of reviews here's what you guys get. Just so you know I now expect you, Marguerida, to review all blackmailed and non-blackmailed chappies for me :-p I also am placing a request for really long reviews and multiples of them before the next chappie goes up.