Another fabulous chapter about Lily Evans/Potter. I hope you will like it and review :]

Hopefully the 3rd chapter will be on soon. Summer holiday so who know how good I'll actually be.

Lily walked quietly towards that shadowy woman and looked at her through the glass. She narrowed her eyes to her but she could not place where she had seen her before. She knew, she just knew who it was. If only she saw her face. Lily stood still and stared to the shadow. The red haired witch raised her hand up to the glass and let her palm press against it the shadow jumped up and a loud scream came from it. It was high pitched yet deep and raw; It was full of anger and sadness. Lily jumped back and looked at the figure. It kept screaming. The scream of utter agony. Lily took a step back, but as soon as her heel clicked to the ground the screaming stopped. The glass broke because of nothing and the shadow jumped out at Lily, sending her flying backwards and onto the broken glass that was scattered on the floor. The shadowy creature leapt on her. The red haired witch got a feeling of suffocation and tried to push the figure away but couldn't. Instead she went right through her.

Lily gasped for breath and sat up in her bed and stared at the wall in front of her. Her breath was heavy and sweat ran down her forehead and neck. Yet another nightmare. It was getting so much. Lily couldn't sleep anymore that night, but fortunately it was getting bright outside again. James slept through it though. His sleep was deep and it was a very difficult thing to wake him up. Lily sometimes didn't even mother to try to wake him up. Why would she bother?

She slipped into her slippers and grabbed her warm bathrobe. She was so tired of staying awake. Why couldn't she just stay asleep and get her rest? What was keeping her up?

She heard crying from the other room. Harry was up. "right on time." She whispered to herself and rushed into his bedroom, picking him up. It was still night time, but Lily hadn't noticed it. She was too damn tired. "Shh, shh, there there, Harry. Its alright. Mama's here" she whispered as her lips were just an inch from his ear. "Mama is here to protect you" Slowly he fell asleep again and got placed in his crib yet again.

Lily on the other hand went down stairs. The entire house was dark. No light no sound except some whistles from the wind. Peaking out the window to the street she could see the sun beyond the mountains. She pulled the bathrobe closer to her petite body and opened the front door, letting the cool night air stroke her jaw and cheeks, making a little shiver run down her spine.

Her eyes scanned the empty streets. No one was there. No sounds at all. Not even from that little pub that wasn't that far away from her house.

The church bell rang and Lily jumped up frightened. "Bloody hell!" she hissed and held her hand over her chest. "Scared me to death..." That church was old fashioned. Completely made out of wood and old hand-carved pictures in it. Lily loved that church. She often went there when her mind was troubled. Her eyes lingered down from the church tower that was on the other street below and saw a shadowy person. It looked like the same one as in her dream. "Hello?" she tried to call but it didn't reply or move. She took another step out of the door and tried calling the creature but as before nothing happened.

She had walked to the front gate and it seemed like the creature had taken a step or two forward. 'what is that' she thought repeatedly. She was so curious of knowing who or what it was that she opened the front gate, making the squeaks echo down the streets, and started walked down to that unfamiliar creature.

With every step the creature took a step. Lily could feel her own heart pound against her ribs as she was getting a bit scared. "hello..." she tried again as the creature was close enough to hear. "My name is Lily Potter.." she introduced herself and peered her eyes as the creature stayed in the shadows.

"Last time I saw you, you were an Evans, not Potter."

That voice was familiar. Too familiar. Was she still dreaming. Was she dreaming without knowing it. It couldn't have been... no it wasn't...but could it.

"B...Bellatrix Black? Is that you?" She asked taken a back a bit.

"Its Lestrange now, if you will"

Bellatrix Lestrange stepped forward out of the shadow to reveal her flawless face and her perky body. It must have been a dream because last time Lily saw Bellatrix, it was not good. Why was she standing in front of her and not killed. Why was Bellatrix Lestrange the mysterious black creature in her dreams? Was she trying to communicate with her in some way?