"You're distracting me." Loralei hissed to Sirius, who was poking her side in Muggle Studies a few weeks later.

"Good." Sirius said. "Come on, Binns is boring."

"-So, you will be doing some creative writing this week. It has to be at least a page long. Other than that it is yours to do what you wish with it. That is your only homework this week, be ready to read it out loud." The teacher went on, looking around the room.

Lily leaned back in her chair to whisper to Loralei. "You're going to love this."

"Don't act like you don't." Loralei whispered back, giggling quietly.

Lily leaned forward again, as Binns finished the class.

They packed up their things, and left, Sirius staying close to Loralei, and pulling her back from Lily, who kept walking without her. "How are you doing?"

Loralei laughed. "Really? You always know how I'm doing. I'm great, I always am."

"That's good." Sirius said, though he wasn't believing a word. "Are you going to Hogsmeade this weekend?"

"Yeah, Lily and I are going shopping, why?" Loralei asked.

"Just wondering." Sirius replied, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Okay, well what are you going to write? I'm guessing its going to be a page long at most." She teased.

"Maybe I could take something off you." He replied, playing along. "I'm sure you have quite a few ideas going though your head."

"Duh. Always." She grinned.

"Why are we doing this in Muggle Studies?" James groaned.

"Because they have many novels, and wizards sadly don't." Loralei told him, with a roll of her eyes. "Come on, brother, don't tell me you didn't know that. With Lily for a stalking victim you had to know that."

At least he had the decency to have a slight blush on his cheeks. "I'm not stalking her."

"Whatever you say." She batted her eyelashes at him, before running to catch up to Lily, linking their arms together.

"What are you going to do, Padfoot?" James asked, though he wasn't sure he wanted to know.

"Something that could get me yelled at or slapped." Sirius told him, grimacing.

"Or?"

"Get a second chance."

"So Black's been after your attention all week." Lily noted as they looked through rows of books in a bookshop that weekend.

"Well we are friends you know." Loralei muttered, sounding a little guarded about the subject.

"Don't tell me you didn't notice, he almost asked you out this weekend, if you didn't tell him we had plans." Lily said, getting on her tip toes to look over the shelf at Loralei, who was reading the first page of a book, as if she couldn't hear Lily.

"Talk to me, Lore." Lily told her. "You need to talk to someone."

"I know." Loralei agreed, looking up with her lips stretched into a sad smile. "Everything's just going wrong right now."

Lily looked sadly at her friend, and nodded. "I know, but things have to be looking up, you know that."

"I keep thinking they are." Loralei shrugged. "My dream job has been taken from me, I used a guy I do genuinely love because I needed to feel loved, and I got cheated on, causing me to use Fab as rebound. My brothers being an arse, and I just don't think I can do this anymore. Maybe my parents could send me to the Beaubatons or something."

"You can't speak French." Lily joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Loralei laughed sadly. "Yeah, look, another flaw in my plan."

"What do you need to feel better again?" Lily asked.

"A good day, where everything goes my way." Loralei told her. "Where something good happens and makes my day."

"Everyone wants one of those." Lily remarked.

"But I need one. Name one thing that actually went my way this month. Can you?"

Lily shook her head. "Sorry."

"It's okay." Loralei told her. "It's not your fault. I was just really happy last year, and I miss it."

"Everyone was happy last year." Lily stated. "That was a pretty good year for everyone, even with the bad."

"Yeah." Loralei agreed, a small smile appearing on her lips. "Yeah, it really was."

Loralei sat in the common room that night, finally sitting down to write her creative writing for Muggle Studies by the fire.

Nothing came to mind.

She did have words scribbled out on the parchment. She usually could just write, now she felt like she had nothing to say. She didn't want it to be something she felt; it was none of their business, but that was all she seemed to be able to write.

After a few hours, she got up, and saw Sirius looking at her, she smiled and gave him a little wave, which he returned, and went upstairs to get ready for bed, before everyone else. When her head hit the pillow, she fell asleep instantly, something that rarely happened to her, unless she was supposed to see something.

"Take care of your brother." Mrs. Potter told Loralei. She was lying in a sick bed, in what Loralei recognized as St. Mungo's. Her hand was on Loralei's cheek, with Loralei's hand covering it. "And your father."

"I'll keep the family together as well as I can." Loralei promised, looking like she was about to cry. "I don't know how we're going to work without you though."

Mrs. Potter smiled. "I'm not scared of death, Loralei, I'm scared about what I'm leaving-who I'm leaving-behind." She paused. "Are you ever going to tell me what happened with you and Sirius? You would've forgiven him if it was just the Severus Snape thing."

Loralei smiled sadly. "You can't tell James."

"I'll take it to my grave." She promised. "I'm so close to it anyway."

She awoke in a cold sweat, all the other girls sleeping soundly around her as she rolled over and cried, until her tears stopped. This was going to happen soon, she could feel it in her bones, at least she got some sort of warning. All there was left was to wait.

No, there wasn't, she had one more thing to decide; should she tell James, or not? That was the real thing she had to battle. She was his mother, and he was their only biological child. He needed to be prepared for what would happen. There wasn't one person that could hate Cordelia Potter, when she dies, or lies on her deathbed, everyone would mourn, every single person that had met her would mourn, and maybe even some that haven't. It didn't matter how much of a jerk that James had been, this was too big for petty revenge, and if he ever found out that she knew before, he would never forgive her for not telling him.

Her mind was made up.

So that's what she did, it didn't matter it was four o'clock in the morning, she pulled on her Gryffindor Seeker hoodie, and pulled on some converse, not bothering to tie them, not even bothering to take her hair out of the braid she slept with it in, she went straight to the boy's dormitory, the only light coming from her wand tip.

She kneeled next to James' lightly snoring form, and shook his shoulder to wake him.

"What the fuck, Lore?" He groaned, rolling on his back.

"I saw something, J-James." Loralei stuttered, hoping he couldn't see the cry-eyes in the dim light of her wand.

He suddenly stood up. "What did you see?"

"Mom's dying."

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