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I'm just coming back from rounds, smiling like an idiot, when I hear angry voices, echoing down the corridor from the Heads' dorms.
"James-"
"Did you?"
"Did I what?"
"Call her a…a Mudblood. Did you?"
"I was really mad, it wasn't my fault."
"Yes it was. This is why I said we were finished."
"She PUNCHED me!"
"Yeah, and it sounds like you deserved it!"
Awkwardly, I slide into the room, trying to be as quiet as possible, but they both turn to look at me. Suddenly I'm fully receiving all of their anger in two very dangerous looking death glares.
"I…um…I'll just…go…" I point vaguely towards the stairs and start to walk quietly, but my best friend Lizzie comes around and grabs my arm.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"I thought I was going to bed, but clearly I was mistaken." My voice is suddenly frosty and hard.
"Yeah, you were."
She drags me around to where James is standing and points at him.
"Tell him that what you said was a lie."

"What?!"
"Tell him that I didn't call you a Mudblood, tell him that you punched me unprovoked, tell him that I did nothing wrong."
"But that would be lying, dear Lizzie."
She slaps me hard around the face, and I cry out, clutching at my cheek, which feels like it's on fire.
"Get out." James' voice is brimming with fury. "Get out of this room now, Darren, before I do something I'll regret."
"James, you must be able to see, this is ridiculous, she's just a filthy Mudblood, and a liar-"
"OUT."
My eyes are closed, so I don't see what happens, but the door to Head dorms shuts with a thud, and there's a hand on my back.
"Are you alright?"
"Fine." I shrug his hand off and wince as I see the handprint in the mirror.
"Don't say I told you so."
"I wasn't going to." I say, stung, and touch my cheek lightly with my fingertips.
"You might want to put ice on that." He advises, and I'm filled with a sudden realisation of how he's acting, despite everything we've said and done.
"I might want to, yes." I snap, and draw myself up to my fullest height. "I'm going to bed."
"Oh," he seems recover himself. "Right."

I pick up my bag, slip off my shoes and go to walk up the stairs.
"Lily!" James calls suddenly, and I spin around.
"Yes?"
"I…nothing."
I frown, looking at him sceptically, and he nods like he's trying to reassure himself.
"I mean…if we're going to work together now…what are we going to…?"
"What are we going to do? Well, first off, you're going to start finishing your sentences, and help me out. Secondly, I'm going to continue ignoring your advice until the
dawn of time."
"Come on, Evans, that's not fair-"
"What isn't fair? Not trusting you after what you did? I think that's fair, Potter."
"No, it's not-"
"Did you not laugh in my face?"
"Well, yes, but-"
"Did you not dismiss everything I said because you had a girlfriend at the time?"
"Yes, but-"
"Did you not-"
"Yes! Yes, I did, and it's wasn't my fault-"
"Potter!" I speak loudly. "I don't want to hear it. Besides, aren't you forgetting something?"
"What are you talking about? I haven't forgotten anything."
"No?" I raise my eyebrows, stride over and yank open the curtains, revealing the remains on the setting sun, a beautiful full moon just visible among the clouds.
"Oh…" He pales. "Oh, no, I forgot, Remus… and the Dillusionment Charm-"
"I did it." I want to assure him, to get rid of that horrible lost look on his face. "My boyfriend asked me to."
He flinches, and then hides his face with his robe as he pulls it on.
"Also Potter," I smile wickedly at him.
"I told you so."


I'm running down a corridor with James in the dark, us hand in hand, and he's laughing.
"So what did you say about Lizzie again?"
"That I'm going to throw her off a cliff."
My dreams aren't usually this vivid.
"I'll help you!" James grins, pulling me behind a statue as Mrs Norris prowls past.
"James, shh, Filch will hear you!"
"No he won't, Mudblood."
I turn to him, aghast.
"What did you just say?"

The dream shifts, and suddenly I'm running again, this time up a set of stairs, clutching a baby close to my chest. "Come on James, come on…" I mutter, filled with terror, shoving boxes and boxes in front of the door, and then there's a horrible high laugh, and a loud 'thump'.
A flash of green light. A man's yell. A scream, high and long and drawn out.
My own.

I wake up, heart pounding, sweaty and terrified, sitting upright in bed, hair in my eyes. Sighing shakily, I pull my hair off my face and into a ponytail, and get out of bed, hands trembling.

I don't realise I'm crying until I look in the mirror, watching, fascinated, as tears slip down my face silently. Dark circles under my eyes show how tired I am, and the clock on the wall reads 3:27.
In the morning.

I'm too shaken to go back to sleep, at least not for a while, so I pick up my blanket and take it downstairs, snatching up my wand as I go. The fire's died down, so I flick my wand to relight it and add some wood to build up the blaze, freezing cold and desperate for some light. My unfinished Charms essay sits, glaring at me, on the coffee table, and I sit down, eyeing it apologetically as I bundle myself up in the cushions.

A letter lays, open and held down by a paperweight, in front of me, and I fight my natural curiosity and don't pick it up, assuming that it's James'.
It's only as I lean closer that I realise it's addressed to me, and the envelope is hidden under the table, disregarded on the floor.
"He read my mail!" I hiss, outraged, and pick it up.

Lily,
My name is Doris, Doris Green, and you may not remember me, but I most certainly remember you. I was an old friend of your mother's, from her school days, and in early November last year she wrote to me regarding you and your sister Petunia. It seemed to me that she had discovered a sort of threat to her and her husband's life, and wanted to make sure that if the worst were to happen, you and your sister would have someone to stay with if they needed to.

I am aware that your sister Petunia has left school, but as far as I know you are still at boarding school in your last year. I wrote back to your mother, explaining my wish to meet up with her, but my letter was returned, unopened, apparently because the person I had written the letter too not longer resided at that address. I did some digging, and I was devastated to hear of your parents' passing. I have sent this to the address your mother gave me in case of emergencies if I needed to contact you.

I would love to get back into contact with you and your sister, even if it is only writing every now and then.
Thank you, and I hope you are well,

Mrs Doris Margaret Green

I take a minute, reading the letter again, and then read the note next to it.

Miss Evans,
This letter was sent to Diagon Alley's post office to be sent to you. If you wish to reply, send the letter to the address at the top, along with the address that you want it to be forwarded to.

Yours faithfully,

Professor McGonagall

I take a minute, thinking it over, and then pull a fresh roll of parchment towards me, dip my quill in some ink and start to write, silently fuming.

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