Sorry it took me so long to update! Thank you to my amazing reviewers! I hope all of your questions are answered… When they are speaking French it is in italics.

Previously:

James watched as the Evans dot was surrounded by other dots, dots labeled in mid-air. His mouth opened as he recognized some of the names- they were Death Eaters.

James yelled "Finitie Incantatem", ceasing fire for a few seconds. As gently as he could, he picked Lily up and ran. He could feel spells cutting through his shirt, and felt a dribble of blood run down his calf.

"SOMEONE HELP ME!" he breathed, yelling into the dark room. Madame Pomfrey, looking disgruntled, walked out from the back room. Her eyes widened and she screamed with shock.

Chapter Six: Hidden

James woke up the next morning with a start. He sat up and put his glasses on quickly, still on guard from the previous night. To his surprise, sitting parallel the bed was Professor Dumbledore. He was smiling down at James, patiently, and gave James the feeling that he had been waiting there a while.

"Professor-"

"James, I first must thank you for the great bravery you showed last night. It is uncommon for a young man, and even more uncommon for a Hogwarts student, to risk his life for another without a second thought." He then took of his half moon glasses and started wiping them off on his robes.

"Secondly, I must caution you not to tell another soul what you saw last night.

Ms. Evans is in enough pain already without the burden of a gossiping student body."

"Professor, Lily- I mean Evans, was that her father attacking her?"

Looking conflicted as to whether he should give an answer, Dumbledore paused and then stood. "She will tell you, when she's ready."

James was released from the Hospital Wing a few hours after, but instead of going to classes as he was instructed, he headed to the west tower to think. Evans was alone on that tower in the middle of the night, and then was confronted with Death Eaters. Was she a Death Eater? James clasped his hand over his mouth, realizing the possibility. He had never thought that possible, not in the heat of the moment, but now it seemed like the most logical conclusion. Had she done something to displease them? Had she not killed or bewitched the person they had assigned? And was Drew Evans of the same surname as Lily by coincidence, or were they related? He couldn't believe that someone he knew was a Death Eater, and that he was so dumb…

Three days later, Lily woke up. She felt safe and calm. The warm, gold light flooding in was peaceful, and clashed obnoxiously with her last memory- that of the cold, and the pain, and her father.

She held her arm up in the light, and she could see no cuts or visible bruises. She tried to sit up, but couldn't. Suddenly, she heard voices emerging from the back room.

"Headmaster, I insist she stay for at least a week, maybe longer. There were visible injuries from before the attack, some that I estimate she had had for months. I want to scan all of her for any internal problems. You can never be too careful."

"Alright Poppy. Alert me when she comes about."

"There's no need, I'm already awake Professor," said Lily weakly.

"Lily! Thank goodness!" Dumbledore said, walking over to her bed. "We are all so very relieved you survived the attack. But I must instruct you not to leave the castle or go on any of the towers, especially at night. It's a risk we shouldn't take. Do you understand?"

Lily nodded.

"It might not hurt to thank James Potter, either."

"Potter? Why?"

"Well dear girl, he saved your life," Dumbledore said quietly, before turning to leave.

"Professor, since I can't leave for the holidays, I was wondering, well, my--"

"I will have the guest corridors prepared. Tell them that there will be a train to Hogwarts leaving tomorrow at eleven o'clock."

"Thank you, professor" Lily said in a small voice.

James was determined to figure out the mystery of Lily Evans. What was she? Where was she from? He was completely fascinated by her. He had figured out everyone else at Hogwarts, but she remained a mystery. He had held her, bleeding and dying, but she was still a stranger. Was she a really big deal in the outside world and he had overlooked it? Late that night, James, draped under the invisibility cloak, snuck down to the Hospital Wing. He sat in a chair, opposite Lily's bed. She was sleeping so peacefully, with a sly smile on her face. Eventually he fell asleep in the chair.

James was wakened by the shill sounds of girls voices the next morning. Prying his eyes open, he could see three girls standing around Lily's bed. They weren't anyone that he recognized; they were different- not from Hogwarts. And they were speaking rapidly in French. James suddenly remembered that day in potions when Lily had said please in French. His family had spent years in France when he was little, and he was fluent in the language.

"We all miss you so much- if only you could come back" said the blonde girl on the left.

"You know I can't afford it. I wish I could." Lily replied.

"I'm sure Ms. Popular gorgeous Lillian is getting along fine here. The one good thing about you leaving is that we have a shot at the boys, now," said one, giggling.

"And how are Charles, Pete and Dereck? They are so much better than any boy here." Lily looked down, giggling.

"They are still mourning your departure, of course."

James had never seen Lily look so happy. Her face seemed to light up whenever she would speak. And she was popular? The quiet Evans popular at her old school?

"Lily, how did you escape your fathers?" the quiet brunette asked.

"Dumbledore, the headmaster here, helped me. I stole a wand from one of the dumber Death Eaters. When they were out on a raid I transfigured myself into a bird and flew through the bars to a place where I met him. I am never going back there again."

"Damn, Lily. And now he knows you are here."

"And now he knows I am here." Lily sighed and turned to the window.

"I remember your father when he was normal-"

"Lets talk about something else, please. No need to waste your visit on something as vile as him."

James was on the edge of his seat trying to catch every word. So she wasn't a Death Eater- he father was. But wasn't she muggleborn? She had transfigured herself into a bird to escape- and he thought his parents didn't give him any freedom. Suddenly he felt a pang of guilt. They had teased her, pranked her,

The blonde friend was walking towards James. "Shit she wants to take the chair" he thought, and stood up and backed towards the corner just in time.

"So tell me about Beaxbattons… anything changed?" Lily asked, a dreamy expression on her face.

James slid out of the room, his mind racing.

Sorry it's so short, but I figured I'd go ahead and update before writing more.

Question: is the 'Previously' too long or necessary?