A/N: Thanks for those who reviewed. Vimmi- Well, my friends and I thought James would be only 12 when Albus went to Hogwarts, because in the Epilouge, he seemed to make a big deal about Ted and Victoir. "We wrote to James three times a week last year," said Ginny. [Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Epilouge, pg 754 That sentence also made me think he was only a year older. I'm glad you liked the chapter. Dobby's Socks- Haha I love your PenName, it's awesome! KerriKisses- I'm sorry that I kept you waiting. As for Lily not dying...you're going to have to read to find out...

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LILY'S NOT DEAD!

"Shhh, I think she's waking up." She heard a familiar voice whisper. Waking up? Had I been asleep this whole time? Was all that a dream?

"Mmm…" she murmured, opening her eyes to see that she was not at home. "Where am I?"

"The hospital wing. I was here a lot back when I went to Hogwarts." Said her father.

"Dad?" she asked, feeling overwhelmed. Maybe I'm still asleep…

"Yes sweetie?" said her father coming over and sitting on the bed.

"You're here….where's Mum? Why are you here? What day is it? How did I get here? What—"

He laughed. "Calm down Lily. First of all, you passed out in the lake and Hagrid jumped in to save you, and then brought you here. You owe him a lot, you know. You've been asleep for the past two days. And your mother's at home, worried sick."

"The past…TWO DAYS?" she exclaimed, jolting up. "But the Sorting Ceremony! What's going to happen now…?"

Harry put a hand on his daughters head, ruffling her hair slightly. "Don't worry about it, you'll be sorted tonight."

"Oh. Good." She sighed in relief. "Dad?"

"Yes?"

"What are you doing here?"

He just looked at his watch and smiled. "I'm sure you'll find out later Lillian. But right now, I have to go." He kissed her on the forehead and got up to leave. "We'll talk later today, okay?"

"Yeah, okay." Lily said, still a bit overwhelmed. She waved to him as he left, leaving her with the nurse, who came bustling in.

"That Harry Potter." She murmured. "Always having too many guests back in his day, now he's determined to do the same for his children."

"Umm…when can I leave?" Lily asked.

"If you could leave, where would you go? Everyone's in class, and you have no common room to go to." She pointed out logically.

"Does that mean I have to stay here?"

"Unless you have business elsewhere, then yes." The woman said, pouring a clear liquid into a goblet, and then handing it to Lily. In curiosity, she put her nose to the rim and sniffed the liquid. However, she quickly withdrew her head, wrinkling her nose in disgust; the taste would surely not be any better. The nurse shook her head. "Drink it dear. I'm afraid you're going to have to wait until diner to eat. But don't worry, that won't be long. The students are in their last class. I'm sure you'll have plenty of visitors then. Even though you need to rest."

"I've been asleep for the past few days. I couldn't get more rest even if I died." Lily retorted, still holding the goblet.

"Yes well, let's hope nothing like death befalls you. Now drink that willingly, or I'll force it down your throat. Do not test me." The woman warned.

"Not even in my boldest nightmare." Lily replied under her breath. Draining the goblet in one gulp must have been a mistake, because she nearly spit it back out.

The woman shook her head and began walking back to the room she came out of. "So much like your grandfather."

"Bloody hell, you knew my grandfather? How old are you?" she blurted, startled.

The woman smiled wearily. "Yes, I knew your grandfather. You should know better then to ask a woman how old she is. And I would thank you to watch your language."

"Oh, right. Sorry." Lily replied, falling silent. The woman was gone and Lily was left to her own thoughts, which were mostly about food. Then she realized that there was a table of sweets across the room. She had a strong feeling that they were by her bed side before, and, thanks to her father, now all the way there.

Getting up, she went over to the table and picked up the note attached to a box of Chocolate Frogs.

Hey Lily,

I knew how much you like Chocolate Frogs, and I figured you'd be hungry when you woke up. Anyway, enjoy.

Your Friend,

Scorpius

P.S. Don't worry about not getting Sorted, no matter what that git of your brother says. Just don't listen to him. Feel better soon Lil.

Lily smiled and looked on the box to see how many chocolate frogs there were. The box said forty-five, but when Lily did a head count (or rather package count) there were only thirty. Something told her that some family members would be the cause of it. Feeling really hungry, she grabbed ten of them and went back to her hospital bed.

Unwrapping one, she bit one of its back legs off before it had the chance to hop away. She flipped the card over and smiled when she saw it was Sirius Black. She read the back of the card, just for the heck of it—there was nothing that card could tell her that she didn't already know. From all the stories she heard, she knew that if Sirius had still been alive, he would have been her favorite relative.

Back when she went to Muggle school (her parents didn't want their children wasting time at home while waiting to go to Hogwarts and figured they might as well get out and learn something, even if it was from Muggles) her language teacher had made her write a paper on who she would bring back from the dead for one day. She had chosen Sirius. However, she hadn't counted on her teacher knowing that Sirius had escaped from a special prison more then twenty years ago.

After she had finished eating all the frogs, she had a rather odd line-up of cards. Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Lupin, James Potter, Lily Potter, Fred Weasly, Alastor Moody, Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, and Dobby. It was an odd line-up indeed. Ten of the rarest cards, all people—and magical creature—that died fighting the Dark Lord and four happened to be her family members.

She looked at the faces of her grandparents carefully. A part of her wished she could have met them and a part of her wished that at least her father could have known them.

She gazed intently on the cards, as if they would reveal something to her. All but Severus Snape smiled up at her; Dumbledore's blue eyes twinkled knowingly. Something wasn't right about these cards. She just knew it.

"Lily!" shouted a familiar voice, pulling her out of her thoughts. She looked to the door and saw Hugo, Max and Rose. Rose and Hugo came running to her while Max came in at a normal pace. There was laughter behind him and three Slytherin's walked through the door.

Hugo and Rose enveloped her in a hug and when they pulled away, so did Max, though his was short. "So, Sleeping Horror is finally awake." Rudolph commented, making his way over to the table and grabbing a box of Jelly Beans.

Albus ruffled his friends floppy black hair and helped himself to a Chocolate Frog. "Don't call my sister a horror Ruddy. I know she's not that great looking but—"

"Hey!" she shouted indignantly. They laughed and she turned to Max and Hugo. "What House were you two sorted into?"

"Gryffindor." They said, beaming while Scorpius and Rudolph made a face.

"Good….what House do you think I'll be in?" There was silence. "Well?"

"It's hard to say Lily." Began Scorpius slowly. "I mean, I can see you fitting will in either Gryffindor or Slytherin. And Ravenclaw, for that matter. But in the end, I think it'll be your choice."

Albus shook his head. "That's what my dad had told me Scorp. I'm not so sure it's true."

"Yes it is!" burst Rose. "It happened to Mum. She got to choose between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor." She was about to say something else, but held it back.

Lily sighed. "You know what, never mind. Forget I had asked. We'll find out tonight anyway."

Albus nodded. "We'll cheer for you, no matter which House you're in."

"Louder if you're in ours though." Rudolph put in.

Albus shook his head. "I hope not."

"I still haven't figured out how you got into Gryffindor, Hugo." Rudolph said, throwing jelly beans in the air and catching them in his mouth.

"If you don't stop, those will get stuck in your throat." The nurse said, passing them. "And you really should leave her to rest."

"What, two days of sleep wasn't enough?" asked Scorpius with a raised eyebrow.

"Now, now, Scorp, you know whatever Madam Pomfry says goes." Rudolph reprimanded.

"Yeah." Agreed Albus. "Goes in one ear and out the other." Even Madam Pomfry couldn't help but smile at that.

Hugo glanced at Lily worriedly. "Lil, if you get sorted in Slytherin, does that mean we won't be able to talk anymore?"

She shook her head stubbornly. "It doesn't matter which House I get sorted in. I'm still going to talk to all of you."

Hugo sighed in relief. "Oh good, I was worried about that."

"Well don't be, cause in the end we're still family." Lily said.

"You know, the biggest family that has ever gone to Hogwarts at nearly the same time would have to be ours." Rose put in mildly. "I mean, we have four Potter's, two Weasly's, and a Dursley. Then the extended family, the three Longbottom's. And Victoire only finished Hogwarts two years ago, and Ted finished five years ago. And, plus, the two of them are engaged."

"And in all our lovely family, only one snake managed to slither his way into Slytherin. Albus Severus." Said the cocky voice of James, followed by Justin and Jay.

"No, no, no!" exclaimed Madam Pomfry, bursting in again. "You know the rules, Potter. No more then six visitors. And you three make nine. You can talk to your sister later."

James rolled his eyes. "Not if she gets sorted into Slytherin, she won't be." With that, he turned around and left.

Madam Pomfry shook her head. "That Potter acts worse then the Slytherin's I've met." She muttered. When she left again, the group continued talking. Albus, however, was silent, gazing upon his sister and thinking about how he was sorted.

Albus walked to the stool and the short man placed the Hat on Albus' head. For a moment, the hat was silent, and then it spoke.

"Ah, another Potter. Any special requests as to where I should put you?"

Albus thought about asking to be put into a House, then decided against it. "I want to be put into a House where I belong, and make real friends."

"Hmm…then I know exactly where to put you…SLYTHERIN!"

Albus' jaw dropped and he took off the hat. There was a silence and he caught James' venomous glare. Then, there was a slow, gradual grow of claps from the Slytherin table. Soon, the whole table burst into applause. Grinning, he went to his table and sat next to a boy with black hair and grey eyes. The boy seemed to shift uncomfortably, but said nothing. Across from him sat Scorpius, who his Uncle Ron had warned him about.

"Congratulations Potter." He said.

"Uh, thanks."

"No problem." Came the reply and they continued to watch the ceremony. Albus felt someone watching him and when he turned his head, he saw a rather pretty blond girl with bright blue eyes looking at him. He caught her eye and she blushed, looking away.

The weeks went by slowly, and Albus had made no new friends. No one ever called him by his first name, and he was forever getting glared at, especially by Griffindor's. Occasionally, he talked to the pretty blond girl, who happened to be in the same year as him.

Near the end of September things began to change when he got into a fight with James. The words exchanged faded put of his memory, but there were a few that Albus would never forget, no matter how hard he tried.

"…hanging out with the children of Death Eaters…"

"…probably wants to be the next Dark Lord…"

"…no brother of mine…"

"…think mum and dad will care about you now?"

"…you'll be hated…"

"…Lily will be terrified to be in the same house as you…"

These words had angered Albus, and he wasn't the only one. Scorpius, who he had just been talking to, grew angry and had withdrawn his wand, along with the grey eyed boy, Rudolph. Even though they lost, that fight was the most meaningful to them all, though neither of the three would ever admit it.

That was the fight that held the three boys closer then blood ever could.

That was the day he made two of his best friends.

Albus was awakened from his thoughts by a flying object—a hospital wing pillow. He let out a curse in alarm. "Wakey, wakey, Snivillius." Said Rudolph in a sing-song voice.

Albus glared at him and sent the pillow flying back his way. "Stop calling me that!"

"Aw, and if I don't?" For a reply, Albus leapt onto Rudolph and the two third years wrestled it out.

Scorpius watched the two with a raised eyebrow. "Sorry to interrupt, but its dinner time."

The boys separated and rushed out the door, followed by the others. Lily and Rose walked side-by-side, behind the boys. She looked up at Rose. "Is it always going to be like this?"

"What do you mean?"

Lily hesitated, and then shook her head. "Never mind. Forget I said anything."

Rose looked at her sympathetically. "Are you feeling okay Lil?"

"Of course! You know me, I bounce back quick." She said with a grin.

"I sure hope so…" said Rose, trailing off.

They arrived in the Great Hall and Lily was amazed by how large it was. There were four long tables, one for each House. Students had already begun piling in and Lily felt a wave of dizziness, soon replaced by nervousness. "C'mon Lily, lets take you over to the Headmistress." Rose said.

Lily nodded. She already knew Professor McGonagall. "Okay, come on." She and Rose went past the others. Her brother and his friends clapped her shoulder as she passed by and Max and Hugo whispered good luck to her.

Professor McGonagall sat in the middle of all the teachers, in the tallest backed chairs. Next to her was the Deputy Headmaster, Professor Flitwick. On her other side was Lily's father, followed by Hagrid, then Madame Maxine. Her father smiled at her as she came forward. She cast a small glance at the Sorting Hat, which sat silently on the three legged stool. "Hello Professors." Lily and Rose greeted.

"Hey Dad." Lily added, standing in front of her dad.

"Hi Uncle Harry." Said Rose, standing a little behind Lily. "I should go sit down. Good luck Lil." She said bye to the professors and left.

Professor McGonagall smiled at her. "How are you feeling Ms Potter?"

"Still a little tired, but good." She replied honestly.

"Are you ready to be sorted?" she said, getting up.

"I've been ready for a long time." Lily said, going over to the stool with Professor McGonagall.

The headmistress stood before the students and a gradual hush fell amongst the students. "We still have one last student to sort. Lily, on the stool please."

Lily nodded and sat on the wooden stool, where so many had sat before her. The hat was placed on her head and the silence seemed to grow thicker.

"Well, hello Ms Potter. I was looking forward to sorting you. How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine, thanks."

"Of course you are, you are a Potter, after all. I've sorted all your family members you know. Except, of course, the Muggle ones. I'm very familiar with how the Potter-Weasly mind works."

Lily laughed to herself. "Yeah, so am I."

The hat seemed to laugh in her head. "Of course you are. Now, are you ready to be sorted?"

"I was born ready."

"Spoken like your grandfather. Or maybe it was your mother. She was a rather strong witch for her age. Now, where would you like to be sorted?"

Lily hesitated, and, without knowing it, echoed her older brother's words. "Where ever I fit in. Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Why'd you put Albus in Slytherin?"

The hat hesitated. "You will find out later. I expect great things from you Potters, Lily. Especially you. However, I do not know if the great things I expect are bad things, or good."

"If they're great, they can only be good, can't they?"

"Well, no. Voldemort was a great wizard; there's no denying that. However, he used the greatness for a horrible cause. And as for good and bad…that is a matter of opinion. Many people, like the Death Eater, thought that what Voldemort was doing was good."

"Oh, I get it. So whether you're intentions are bad or good, you can still do great things…and whether it's good or bad, is someone's own opinion."

"Very good. Now, I think I will tell you something that I have not shared with anyone else."

"What…?"

"The Wizarding world is heading back into Dark Times, and the signs have been very subtle. We probably won't see very big signs for a few years. But Lily, a new enemy is going to rise. I just don't know who."

"My dad will stop him, no matter who it is. Just like the last time." She said confidently.

"No child. Harry Potter cannot help us this time. After all, a hero can only save the world once. Along with a new enemy, a new hero will rise." The hat sighed. "No child. This threat comes from within."

"Within where?" she asked, excited yet scared by the information that had just been given to her.

The hat did not answer her. "We have talked to long. It is time for you to be sorted."

"But wait—"

"Lily…I see great things ahead for you. Whether bad or good, I cannot say. It is, after all, a matter of opinion…GRYFFINDOR!"

The hat was lifted off Lily as the Great Hall erupted with applause. However, she heard none of it. She stared at the hat for a moment, slightly asking her last question again and again. The tip of the hat wriggled slightly, as if in some sort of salute. Turning to her dad, she saw him smile and wave her off to go to her House table, but her legs wouldn't move.

"...no brother of mine gets sorted into Slytherin…"

"…four Potter's…"

"…one snake managed to slither his way into Slytherin…"

"…not if she gets sorted into Slytherin…"

"…worse then the Slytherin's I've seen…"

"…I expect great things from you Potter's…"

"…a new enemy is rising…"

"…Harry Potter cannot help us…"

"…a hero can only save the world once…"

"…the threat comes from within…"

"…I see great things ahead for you…"

"…a matter of opinion…"

The Great Hall was silent and McGonagall put a hand on Lily's shoulder. "Lily, are you alright?"

"Wh-what? Oh, yeah. I'm just tired. I probably should have listened to Madam Pomfry…"

She laughed. "I'm sure we've all said that at one point or another."

"I don't doubt that. Um, could I go to my common room and rest?"

McGonagall nodded and turned toward the Gryffindor table. "Of course. James Potter, do some good for once and take your sister to the common room."

"…as for good or bad, it's a matter of opinion…"

James got up. "Sure Professor. C'mon Lil."

Lily nodded and went over to him. Their trip to the common room was uneventful.

A/N: I know, it's a horrible ending. But I didn't really have anymore ideas to the chapter. I'm still working on chapter 4. That one might take a while. But I'll try to make it worth the wait. Don't forget to review.

Oh and by the way...

Happy New Years!