A/N: One of my friends, my first friend at my school, died on the 15th of May. This chapter is dedicated to her.

A/N: After that slighly sad note, I might as well tell you that this is a 'OMG-the-characters-are-dreaming-about-the-future-in-a-cryptc-and-weird-way!' chapter. I feel that my L/J fic should need it.

'It was dark.'

'And late.'

'But mostly dark.'

'Oi, stop saying that it's dark! The audience get's the picture!'

Lily groaned, laying down her script on the glass coffee table.

"That's the opening scene?"

"Yup! Isn't it great?" asked James.

What Lily really wanted to say was that it was a load of rubbish, but the happy, excited look James gave her was too much.

"Yes, it's great. Really."

She got no answer.

"James?"

Lily turned, and found that she was surrounded in mist. It was dark, and there was certainly no James.

"Hello?"

A strong breath of air made her shiver and draw herself closer. All of a sudden, she was titled forward and she rolled down a hill. When Lily stopped tumpling, she slowly got up and looked around.

Dead trees littered the misty space and in the distance, a few crows cawed. A rounded shape shadowed several, large, intertwining vines. Moving closer, Lily inspected the shape. She noticed a faint letter. Wondering what it said, she brushed away the spiderwebs and dirt. Lily crouched down so as to see it clearly. She gasped as she read the words she had revealed.

"James Potter, born 27 March 1960, died 31 October 1981
Lily Potter, born 30 January 1960, died 31 October 1981

The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death."

"No. No. No. That's not me!" Lily shook her head, even though her mind knew that it was her.

"I'd never marry James! Never! I'd never die on the same day as him!"

She got up and started running. The further she got from the grave, the better. But, no matter how far she ran, the grave was still in the corner of her eye. Finally, she had to stop running. She sat on her gravestone, catching her breath.

A flash of light sliced through the air. Lily glanced up just as thunder ripped through the sky. Then the rain came.

KayCee rolled over and over in her bed.

With a heavy thud, she rolled off the bed. Then the landscape changed dramatically. She rolled down a grassy hill, through weat-filled plains, across a tiled shopping centre, down the stairs, through an ice-skating rink, across a pile of feathers, and finally stopping in a haystack.

"Eugh!" KayCee cried, immediately drawing her hand to her mouth.

"Looks like I found the needle."

KayCee suddenly felt a contraction in the haystack she had rolled into.

"What?"

Suddenly, she was on a rolling bed, and in labor.

"Ahh!"

"Just one more - There we are. Isn't he such a cute boy?"

KayCee looked over at her child, covered in blood and still connected by an umblical cord.

"Er..."

"Oh, right," the doctor cut the cord, hit the baby and gave it to a midwife standing nearby.

"Could you - ?"

"Yes, doctor."

And so, exhausted, KayCee fell back onto the bed, somehow comforted by her newborn's cries.

"Where is she?" Lionel came in, looking bedridden and wild.

"Here, Lionel," whispered KayCee.

"Oh, KayCee. Where is our darling baby boy?"

KayCee sat bolt upright.

"Our?"

"Yes, our. Don't you remember the party?"

"Oh, crap."

"Do you, Lionel Case, take KayCee Williams to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

Lionel beamed down at KayCee, her beautiful face covered by a veil.

"I do."

"Do you, KayCee Williams, take Lionel Case to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

KayCee glanced up at Lionel through her veil.

"I-"

"Just hold up one second here!"

The doors banged open. There stood James in a dark, deep v-neck red dress, bright blue heels and a purple man-bag swinging from his arm. It flew across the room and hit Lionel squarely in the chest.

"Oof!"

"Why are you making off with my betrothed?" squealed James in a high-pitched voice. He grabbed his man-bag and started hitting Lionel repeatedly over the head with it. Lionel raised his arms in front of his face defensively.

It was several hours after the wedding, and after several minutes of explaining and calming down, James allowed the wedding to continue.

"Oh, and, James?"

"Yes, Lionel?"

"Why are you dressed like a woman?"

"Oh, that. Yes, well, it turns Lily on."

"Ah... I see what you're getting at."

"Yeah. Clever, aren't I?"

"Come here, Snuffles!"

Sirius bounded over to the fat woman. He panted, his tail wagging.

"Aren't you a good boy?"

He nodded eagerly. The woman's demeanor changed dramatically.

"No you aren't! You've been a VERY VERY NAUGHTY BOY!" she wagged her finger in his face.

Sirius pulled his ears back and whimpered. She herded him into the house and locked it. A feeling of hopelessness flooded him as he scratched at the door, wondering what on earth he had done to deserve being trapped in the cold room.

Whatever he had done, he was sure he was innocent. Maybe he was framed by the mouse next door. He always knew it was evil.

James twisted and turned. It was like magic. The cool, blue water rushed through his hair as he swam towards the shore. Dolphins laughed beside him as thunder rolled across the sky.

When the sand met his hands, he crawled onto the bank and rolled on his back.

Rain poured over the sand, and made James more wetter than he already was.

A flicker of red met his eyes.

Instinctively, he ran after it, the sand slowing him down. Finally, he had to stop. The flicker of red vanished.

"James?"

"Lily?"

"Why are you in my dream?"

"Why are you in mine?"

Confusion crossed James' face as he stared at Lily. She was definitely standing before him, perhaps even more wetter than he was. There was a pregnant pause.

"Either way, we might as well get out of this rain." Lily nodded, and off they set, into the trees.

They walked in silence. After a while, a house loomed in front of them. Desperate to get out of the rain, they hurried inside without so much as a knock.

The door burst open behind them.

"Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off - "

"What on earth - " whispered Lily.

But, James was looking behind her. An older version of him was standing, wandless and staring defiantly in the face of fear itself - Lord Voldemort.

"James?" Lily turned, and as she did, Voldemort uttered the last words James Potter, aged 21, heard.

The two teenagers stared, stunned at the body of James.

Then, they heard stumbling upstairs.

"Not Harry, please no don't kill him, take me, kill me instead —"

"This is my last warning —"

"Not Harry! Please ... have mercy ... Not Harry! Please — I'll do anything..."

Then, screams were heard and a baby started to cry.

The house blew apart.

And James and Lily were falling, falling, falling...

A/N: Yeesh, I've just realised my horrible grammar errors :O Sorry, everyone. :/