Part 2 of Glitter and Explosions.

"When I find those two- how the hell could I eat that candy- Stupid, stupid," Lily grumbled as she stomped her way down the cobblestone sidewalk. It was dark and cold and she was pissed off at everything and everybody.

"Why's it so damn quiet," she hissed and shivered. The temperature was dropping quickly. Then the world started shaking. Or maybe it was the pavement, or her body.

The street lamp next to her fell forward, plunging her into darkness.

Okay, pavement it is then.

She heard a large crack behind her, as if someone was apparating. She whirled around, fumbling in her pocket for her wand, "Who's there?" she shouted. SHIT, WHERE'S MY WAND.

"We're screwed? I think you mean you are screwed. I was never even here," Victoire backed out of the room. Oh no, she was not going to be around when Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny found out Lily had gone- poof, or something along those lines.

"Never thought you to be a coward, Vicky," smirked Fred.

Victoire's eyes narrowed, "Don't call me Vicky. I'll hurt you. I'm not being a coward, I'm being smart. Just wait till your mom finds out, James, she'll kill you."

"Nah," James was the only one not standing up, he was examining the wrapper for the candy Lily ate, "She'll throw a party. One down, two to go."

Victoire couldn't deny the truth in this. Aunt Ginny was as equally likely to do this as she was to storm out of the house on Fridays to stay with her parents and get away from her own children.

"Which one'd she eat, James?" Fred asked.

"…"

"James?"

"…"

"James?" Victoire and Fred said.

"Oh shit."

Lily woke up hanging upside down. At least, it felt upside down. She couldn't be sure because she couldn't open her eyes, the place felt damp and cold. She was tied to something, possibly to the ceiling and- WHY AM I BEING SO CALM ABOUT BEING TIED TO A BLOODY CEILING?

She finally wrenched her eyes open and stared into the dark gloom. Her eyes adjusted and she had to bite down on her lip to stop from screaming in happiness. There was a unicorn the size of a car standing right in front of her and it was so fluffy she could die. SO. FLUFFY.

"Want," she whispered.

The unicorn looked up at her words and stared coolly at her. Lily looked up and saw that yes, she was chained to the ceiling upside down in a damp, cold dungeon. Fun stuff.

Back to the unicorn that would be hers. She was already thinking of names. She couldn't shake Princess Prettypants or Rainbow out of her head. MINEMINEMINEMINEMINE.

Then the door to the dungeon -that she'd never noticed seeing as the prettypretty unicorn had distracted her from finding an escape route- opened.

A tall figure wrapped in a black cloak slinked into the room. It's dark narrowed eyes flicked around the dungeon before landing on Lily and the unicorn. The figure stopped and with a laugh like nails on chalkboard, it pulled out its wand.

The figure pointed its wand at her, "You. You're probably wondering who I am, muggle."

Muggle? It thought she was a bloody muggle? Oh I'll show you muggle. Then she remembered that she didn't have her wand because she'd put it on her bed while helping Victoire tie her corset. NNNNGGG.

"I'll tell you," whispered the dark figure, "seeing as you are going to die anyway. I am the Dark Lord's most faithful- coughughstupidcoldcough- servant."

Lily felt herself freeze at those words, they were completely unfamiliar but- This is a message from your stomach: FOOOOOOOD- it still sent a chill down her spine. But that may have been hunger because lunch ended five minutes ago- focus.

"I am Bellatrix Lestrange," the figure pulled down the hood of her cloak and revealed a woman with long, messy dark curls and pitch black eyes so deep Lily felt they were black holes trying to suck her in.

She knew the name of Bellatrix Lestrange, she was Sirius's cousin, she'd been the one to kill him. But, Lily thought with a sinking feeling, grandma Molly killed her years ago.

Lily sighed.

This was not her day.

Fred grabbed the wrapper out of James' hand and examined it closely.

"… Oh shit."

James was staring blankly at the wall, twitching at random intervals and rocking himself slowly.

"WHAT IN MERLIN'S MOST BAGGY FRONTS IS GOING ON HERE?" Victoire stomped her foot, then paused, stomped her foot, damn. She needed to stop spending so much time with Lily.

Fred had curled into the fetal position, "James and I accidentally put the time travel candy in the bag and Lily ate it."

Victoire's eyes narrowed, "I don't believe in accidents when it comes to you two."

James' voice was hollow, "Not the whip, oh god."

Victoire realized James was thinking about Aunt Ginny's milder, er, disciplinary devices.

"If the potion worked correctly it would have sent Lily back in time to around the time of the 'Final Battle'" Fred said, "With red hair like hers, all alone? She'll be killed on sight if a Death Eater gets to her first, and they were everywhere."

Victoire gulped. No spa today.

"Oh," she said almost calmly, "well, shit."

I'm being so good with this story. So good.

I don't actually like this chapter. :\ Let me know what you think?

Part 3 may or may not come out Tuesday...