A/N I now have a beta! I am so happy, and exited. She's not really registered as one, but she is an amazing writer and devoted reader of mine. I don't really have many, so I'm so grateful for the few I do. I love you all that do, but I hope she knows how much her helping me means to me. ^_^ Thank you!

I know the last few chapters haven't been very long, so this is my way of making it up to you all. ^_^ Hope you like it!

Chapter thirteen

Not Just a Dream

"I found something in the library."

"I know Miss Bell, but what?"

"I can't tell you."

"And why not? I am your headmistress young lady, and you will tell me what you know." They had been at it for what seemed like hours. It was probably only fifteen minutes, but still. Lily just wanted to go up to her dormitory and sleep.

"It would make someone a suspect, and I don't want to be the cause of that."

"If you are correct then it would save a lot of time and energy in catching the person who vandalized a wall, and hurt an innocent cat that belongs to a friend of yours. Don't you want to help us?"

"I do," Her voice was small, but she got courage from somewhere and looked up into McGonagall's eyes. Her voice got higher when she spoke again. "I want to protect my friends more then anything else in this world, so I will not help you. Not until I get all my facts. I am no Gryffindor. I will not start jumping to conclusions no matter how plausible they sound. I will not let my crazy creative mind loose on a whim. I may be fun loving but I'm also intelligent, and I will not let myself get over run by hypothetical paranoia-" McGonagall stopped her with a single movement of the hand.

"Okay, Miss Bell I see your point. I will give you ten minutes to discus your theory with Miss Potter, and Mr. Scamander. Then I want you three ready to tell me what you know. Mr. Potter, please fallow me into the hallway." When McGonagall and Harry finally closed the door Aleera gave a long exhale of breath, like she had been holding it through her discussion with McGonagall.

"What where you thinking? Getting into an argument with the headmistress? I thought I was supposed to be the insane one. Thinking Crawford is behind this …"

"That doesn't matter Lily!" Lily actually jumped at the anger in her voice. "Did you …on …"

She was mumbling her words, and Aleera seemed not to know how to put what she desperately wanted to ask. "What?"

"Are you the one that wrote on the wall?" Her face was pale, and her eye's where wide with fright. Aleera didn't want to get Lily angry, or hurt her feelings.

"What would even make you ask such a thing?" Lysander was now at her rescue. Lily found it somewhat amusing. They had just finished arguing, and now he was defending her. His moods swings where going to give her a headache. She seemed to be getting them a lot lately. All this stress was getting to her. She hadn't had a good nights rest in months.

"Lysander calm down. She's only looking at all her suspects," She turned to Aleera. " right?"

"I have a reason for asking, yes." There was something else. Aleera was nervous. "I looked up The Chamber of Secrets in the library, and the last attack was when your father was a second year. The teachers believe this is some sort of copy cat, because the real monster was killed during this time. I'm sure your father has told you what a horcrux is? One of Voldemort's horcruxs got into the castle. It manipulated a helpless first year, and started using her to control the monster. All year it was draining her strength. I do believe we have a copy cat, but it goose deeper then writing something on a wall. I think you, or one of your siblings are being possessed.." Lily had pondered on where she had heard the words that were on the wall before. Not even the house elves could remove the less then pleasant warning. She had to walk by it everyday almost. It finally clicked together. Her father had once referenced it to something. He was talking about his school days, but did not tell them the importance of the words.

It still had nothing to do with her. "What are you on about? Why would my family be involved in this?" Aleera was talking to Harry Potter's daughter about being possessed while writing graffiti on a wall. Why would she suspect Lily? Nothing said it had to be the chosen one's daughter.

"The girl that was possessed in 1992 was your mother. Your father saved her. Tom Riddle's diary tried to kill your mum. Your father, and Uncle went into the chamber and rescued her. I was going to talk to you in privet about this when you got to the dorms. You never went to bed. I was worried. There was a crazy person on the loose. I had no idea if it's you, or someone else. I was worried." Aleera did not notice how harsh her words sounded.

"Thank you Aleera," Sarcasm was always one of Lily's favorite stabs when annoyed. "but you have no proof if what you are saying is true. Wouldn't my parents tell me this? If you're right I wouldn't be crazy anyway. I have done nothing wrong! I'm trying to find out who is behind this. I know it isn't my family."

"Lily, you know I didn't mean it like that. I'm only trying to help."

"By pointing fingers at me!"

"She isn't the only one that thinks you've been acting strange lately, Lily." Lysander was against her too.

"You agree with her, and how have I been acting strange?"

"No. I don't, but everyone thinks you have been working yourself way too hard lately. You need to relax."

"And who is everyone?" They had all been conspiring against her. Talking behind her back, and coming up with theories that she was under some sort of possession. Friends didn't do that.

"Aleera, Hugo, Alice, Stephanie, and myself all think you need to rest. Leave the Auror work up to the Aurors. Let them find this guy, okay?"

Lily stomped all the way to the door, before swinging it open to reveal McGonagall, and her father standing in the hall. They hadn't expected the children's talk to be so quick.

"Lily, is everything alright?" Her father's concern did nothing to help her sour mood.

"I hate how you treat me like a five year old. Of course I'm fine. I was only out of your sight for five minutes. Was that five minutes to long? I'm sorry father. Perhaps next time Aleera, wont waist all are time on stupid theories!" Lily didn't care what her father did to reprimand her. She was going to speak her mind.

"Lily what are you thinking? You are going to get grounded for this."

"Why should I care Lysander? All my friends think I'm going crazy! I wont need time for friends this summer. I wont do anything worth while. I will be stuck at my house until September, and I will be happy for the time away from you and all those so called friends of mine!" The thought of being stuck with her parents all summer brought her back to what Aleera had said. "Did my Mum get possessed by Tom Riddle?"

"Lily, where did you hear that?" Her father's face whitened. He wasn't denying it, and the more time past his face shone his thoughts. We weren't supposed to find out. Aleera was right.

"It doesn't matter. Why didn't you tell me?" Lily walked past him, and almost took a step onto the staircase before someone held her back.

The Headmistress gently placed a hand on Lily's shoulder. "Maybe we should all discus this over some relaxing tea? I can have a house elf bring some sweets too." Her sorrow filed green eyes where pleading for the young girl to calm down. "I think it would be best if I told this story to you. Your father may get to-I think it would just be best." The hand softly steered Lily back into the office of its owner. She did not protest. The woman that had been punishing them just a few minutes ago, now felt like a grandmother. Lily did not mind. She let her anger vanish if only for a moment.

"Now what would you like to know?" McGonagall left her side, and motioned for the children to sit, while she walked to her desk. Her father took up a corner in the dark. The old woman sighed as she fell into her throne. Lily did not know how McGonagall could look so graceful while sitting in a chair. "What happened in 1992," Lily decide specifying her particular points my help. "With the Chamber of Secrets, and my mother?" She was going to get answers, but Lily wasn't sure if she wanted them. Parents say they always have reasons for telling, and not telling you things.

"Right before the start of the new school year a death eater slipped Tom Riddle's diary into one of your mother's school books. She found it, and decided someone had misplaced it with her things-"

"And she didn't think it was dangerous? Didn't she know who it belonged to?"

"Lily, not all families where taught the same about You-Know-Who. Especially in those days. Most people today don't even know that his real name was Tom Riddle."

Lily and the two other children though on this for a few moments. "Please continue Professor."

"As I was saying she decided that since it was empty she would use it. When she wrote in it the words dissolved into the paper. They where replaced by someone else's handwriting. Tom Riddle answered her questions, and pretended to be interested in the mind of an eleven year old girl. She confided in Riddle, and told him everything." McGonagall motioned to her father. "The crush she had on his enemy. That was one of the major topics she trusted this unsuspected monster with. He was only the memory of a teenaged boy. The boy was clever, and had a horribly evil mind, but he was not yet the man he turned into. He had no idea of the fact that his real body had been destroyed until she told him of Harry Potter." She looked back down at Lily. "Even then your mother new they where meant to be together, or at least she convinced herself they did. Your father on the other hand was more," The headmistress paused to think of a proper word to describe the twelve year old boy who lived. "Lets just say he was more interested in other activities. Such as getting into trouble every other day."

Her father laughed. "It wasn't every other day. I'd say it was every other month." Lily suspected that he was lying, but acted as if she believed his story and laughed.

"So, what happened after he got control of her?" Aleera's question completely ruined the light mood that had came over them.

"He started using Salazar Slytherin's monster to try and kill anyone he thought was unworthy."

"Muggle-borns."

"Yes, he despised them for what his father had done, and the muggles at the orphanage. He believed that any spawn of muggles were just as filthy as non magical people." Aleera raised her hand as if they were in a class room.

"Yes, Miss Bell?"

"What exactly did his father do to cause so much hate for the man that helped bring him into this world?"

"He left his mother. Merope Gaunt made him fall in love with her using a love potion. They ran away together, and got married. She hoped that he would begin to love her, and after she found out that she was pregnant, she thought that he would stay for the baby at least. She stopped giving him the potion."

"And he just left?"

"Yes, Mr. Lovegood-I mean Scamander, he did." As always with the teachers, every time Lysander asked a question they where surprised he was even paying attention.

"That seems wrong to me," Lily thought that, that should seem wrong to everyone, but of course Lysander was going to put his two cents in once he starts talking. "Even though she tricked him, he still should have stayed with her. They where married, and a bond like that should never be broken unless there is a serious reason to."

"Don't forget the fact that she was alone without him. She had no one to turn to did she? If he wound up in an orphanage I would say she had no family. At least non that would take care of her baby."

"Yes Miss Bell, she was alone."

"I'm still sort of tired, but how did we get on that subject?" Everyone turned to look at Lily's dad. "I don't think this is the time to go any further into that story. Wouldn't you agree Headmistress?" She nodded understandingly. "It's far to late to discus such matters. We all need to be well rested in the morning, or at least out of bed, and to classes." He looked at his daughter silently asking for her confirmation that she would wake up in the morning.

"Yes Dad. I will be up bright and early tomorrow. I wouldn't want to miss Neville's class. We are learning about Devil's Snare."

"Back on topic." McGonagall looked confused. "Now were was I?" She mumbled to herself.

"You just said that Voldemort tried to kill students that where not pure blooded."

"Thank you Miss Bell. The Basilisk was Slytherin's monster. Do any of you know what that is?" Lysander's hand went up and his smile was back in it's rightful place.

"Mr. Scamander?"

"A Basilisk is one of the most deadliest creatures on earth, and, at full size, the biggest snake in the world. They kill their pray with their sight. Never look into a basilisk's eyes. You would die instantaneously if you did. If you looked at the basilisk through a mirror, or something else that would weaken the stair, then it would only petrify you."

"Very good. Thankfully we had no deaths. A few students were petrified though. Then when his power was almost to its peek he took Lily's mother into the chamber, and was going to kill her. He had been feeding off her life source for months. It finally was enough for him to come back. Lily's father went into the chamber, killed the basilisk, and destroyed the diary."

"It sounds amazing like that, but I was just a scared second year that had no idea what I was really doing." Her father was always acting modest when it came to his stories. It was Uncle Ron that loved to tell his nieces, and nephews tails of their childhood.

"Your father was accused of being the heir of Slytherin during most of his second year. I never believed a word, but I had to look at him as a suspect. He always ended up finding the petrified students. Filch was determined to catch him. He directed all of his anger on Mr. Potter because his cat had been the first to be petrified. It was quite sad. Most of the students body rejoiced. Miss Norris, was always telling Filch, about all the wrong doings the student did."

"How could a cat rat on people?" Then Aleera went into a fit of giggles.

"Aleera, your humor never ceases to amaze me." Lysander let out a few soft chuckles, but didn't have Aleera's enthusiasm. Lily just looked on in disbelief.

"The best you could think of was a rat joke?"

"Thank you Lysander. I appreciate that someone enjoys my jokes."

"It's not that I don't. I usually do, but I guess I haven't been in a joking mood." Aleera grabbed her shoulders, and beaming from ear to ear, made her look at her.

"What is life for if you never have fun? You know I love you to death. We've become very close in the months that we've known each other, but you need to smile." They girl had bright pink hair, and looked simply mad with her Cheshire cat grin.

"Aleera's right, Lily. I have not seen a proper grin on your face since this whole thing started."

"I'm too tired to smile,", she said while holding in a yawn. "I think we've heard enough stories for one night. All I want to do is get into my nice comfortable bed in Ravenclaw Tower." Lily looked between their headmistress and her father. "So, what's the verdict? Do I have to clean cauldrons for the rest of the year?"

The headmistress chuckled. "Not quite the whole year. Thirty points will be taken from Ravencalw house because of all three of you being out of bed. You will be helping Mr. Longbottom in the green house for the next three weeks every Tuesday and Friday afternoon. I am doing this in the hopes that you three will never try something like this again." Lily was thankful their detentions would be spend with Neville. Herbology was interesting, and even though cleaning and organizing plants might not be the best part of the subject it had to be done.

"At least we're doing it together." Lysander's optimism was always helpful. He could look at a completely devastating situation, and find at least one good thing that would come out of it.

"Well goodnight. As Lily said, we don't want to be late for Herbology tomorrow." Aleera started to pull her towards the door. Lysander had no trouble fallowing them.

"Wait. We haven't discussed something important. What was it that was confiscated? I have a good guess, but I need details. Where were you when Crawford found you?"

"We where almost to the bottom of the staircase. We had an argument, and that's why Lily and I got caught."

"That doesn't sound like you two. What was it over?" Lily, and Lysander both became quiet. Lily didn't want to discus this with her dad. If she did she would have to tell him that she fancied Scorpius. That wasn't something she thought she could ever do. Her father would be too protective, and knowing that his little girl was starting to grow up would brake his heart.

"Nothing." Her father looked confused, but thankfully didn't push the subject.

"Okay, what did you get confiscated?" Lily didn't want to tell him that anymore then she wanted to tell him of her crush on Scorpius.

"The first thing I want to tell you is that my brothers where the stupid ones for letting me barrow these specific items." Prolonging the conversation could only go so far.

"And what was it you barrowed from Al and James?"

"Dad, please don't interrogate me. I think you already know."

"Sorry, I'm so used to interrogating people I didn't even know I was doing it. I'm sorry Lily. It's part of my job." Harry pleaded with his daughter to forgive him with his eyes. "I just wanted you to admit it. I've known for years that James took the map." Some light went back into his eyes and a slight smile formed on his face. "No one can out smart your Dad."

Trying to cover up the fact that he just treated his daughter like a witness almost worked. Lily did laugh at her father's humor, but still didn't fully forgive him for it. She knew his work wasn't easy. Having to deal with murders of magical and muggle victims alike wasn't something every person could handle. Tracking down those killers was his way of helping the wizarding community. Lily remembered her mother telling him countless times that he had done enough for the world, and should do something that didn't put him in danger. Lily wasn't there during the war, but she had a hunch her father had always been a danger junky.

"Can I have my cloak and the marauders map, Minerva?" Professor McGonagall nodded and handed them to Harry. After examining them he asked to be alone with his daughter. "I just need to discus some things with her." He had said, but Lily didn't like the sound of that. He was going to at least give her a lecture.

"Of course, Mr. Potter. Miss Bell, Mr. Scamander please fallow me." Aleera and Lysander silently wished her luck before leaving the room with the Headmistress.

Harry didn't even acknowledge Lily at first. He went over to McGonagall's desk and unfolded the map. He took out his wand and mumbled the incantation. He started looking as if he knew exactly where he would find whomever he was looking for. Lily went over to look behind his shoulder. Harry seemed to be looking for someone in the Slytherin dorms. Lily could even see Stephanie in her bed. He shifted the map, and then started looking in the boys dorms.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Shush, Lily. I'm trying to concentrate." Harry had never been the type of parent to ignore his children even when he's work was breathing down his neck. Whatever he was trying to find had to be important.

He gasped. "Did you find them?"

"Sorry Lil, but this is something I can't tell you about." He started mumbling to himself and seemed to forget that Lily could hear him. "I need to contact Kingsley."

"Why?" Kingsley Shacklebolt was the Minister of Magic. He had been in office since the end of the second war. Kingsley was an Order member, and highly thought of by most of the British wizarding community.

"I told you I can't tell you. That isn't the only reason I wanted to be alone though. I do need to talk to you. I know you better then I know myself sometimes. I know you wouldn't go all the way to the kitchens for a glass of milk in the middle of the night. I don't even want to know if you don't want to tell me what you were doing. I'm just worried about you. You never fight with Lysander, and then your outburst just a few minutes ago … What's going on with you? Are you not liking Hogwarts? Are you having problems with other students? I've been told you and Stephanie's cousin don't get along. Is there a story behind that?"

"Dad, you are worrying too much. Do you have people spy on me for you? I've been fine." Knowing her dad, he probably did have Neville telling him everything. "I just haven't been getting enough sleep. That's why I over reacted. If I was in my right mind I would have listened to Aleera, before completely shooting down her theory."

"And Alyssa Griffith?"

"Is an issue I can handle. She's just a pure-blood crazed Slytherin. The house might have more half-bloods then it did when you were in school, but there motto still stands. Muggle-borns, and half-breeds are scum. It's quite horrible actually. They detest what most of them are. Alyssa, confided," She didn't try to hide the fact that confided really meant gossiped. "with her friends that Steph was a half-blood. It ruined any chance Stephanie had at fitting in with the Slytherins."

"And that's all you know of about what the, um, Griffith girl told them?" Her father seemed to know something that Lily didn't.

"Yes. Should I know more?" What was it that her father knew about her friend that she herself didn't?

"No. I was just wondering if there was anything else that I should like about the fact that you have a Slytherin as a friend." What was with her father and hiding behind terrible humor tonight. Lily wasn't sure what her father knew if he really knew anything about Stephanie, but her gut was telling her he did.

"Lets get off the subject of friends. I know that whatever you were doing was what you thought was right. That alone is the only reason I'm going to give this too you." He tapped the Map. "Mischief Managed." He folded the now blank paper, and handed it to Lily.

"James, is going to kill me if he finds out you gave me the map."

"Lily, no he's not. Metaphorically speaking he's going to kill you when he finds out you got it confiscated, and it's now retuned to me. At least that's what I'm going to tell him when I see him over Christmas vacation." The plan only had one flaw.

"What if he asks for it back before Christmas?"

"Lily, stop worrying. He's not. I'm going to tell Albus, when I return the cloak to him by owl that I gave the map to you, and to not tell James anything about it being confiscated."

"Do you really thing he'll go along with it?"

"When has he not helped you when you needed it? He's a very good big brother, and I hope you appreciate all he does for you."

"I do."

Over the next few weeks Lily had done hardly nothing except school work, eat, go to quidditch practice, detention, and watch Crawford on the map. She did find a little time to sleep and enjoy herself, but it seemed as though she had not taken her friends advice to relax. She did find time to watch the behavioral habits of her friends though. Aleera did seem sorry for her accusations, but she still seemed to think Lily was connected to the message for some reason. They where getting along fine by ignoring their views. Lily didn't know if that was healthy for their relationship, but it seemed to be working.

Stephanie seemed to have gotten sick again. Lily wondered how her immune system was going to handle the cold winter that was getting closer and closer. The leaves had now died off completely, and the ground was wet with rain no matter were you went. The fumes from wood fire places could be smelt all over. Lily found herself going to Hagrid's cabin more frequently. She suspected the homey smell of burning wood had to be apart of it. It reminded her of Gimauld place. They had a wood burning fire pace as well. Not that she didn't like the half giants company.

The cold rain had kept everyone inside for the most part. The few who dared to walk the grounds in the shivering wind didn't come across another student very often. That is what attracted her to roaming the quiet and peaceful ground on many occasions. She wouldn't be spotted looking through the map on the days when the rain finally stopped for a few minutes. The wind still blew through the bare trees. She had to keep a strong grip on the marauders map for fear of it flying away.

That was what she was doing when she saw that Stephanie was standing in the infirmary no doubt talking to the set of feet in front of her. Poppy Pomfrey the name said, and that wasn't a surprise either. It was the fact that the kind matron hadn't forced her into a bed yet. They quickly left the hospital wing and started their way downward. It was when they reached the first level that Lily realized that their destination was outside. Why Madam Pomfrey would send a sick student outside Lily did not know, but she left her place by the Black Lake and went in the general direction the two sets of feet were headed?

She finally caught up to them when they apparently came to the end of their walk. She paid no mind to the muddy grass, and went down on her hands and knees to not be seen. She hid behind a small hill not far from The Whomping Willow. Lily had made it a point to stay away from the deadly tree. But when she pecked over to see why they had came out here the tree was still. This was normal for most trees, but The Whomping Willow wasn't a normal tree. It's name fit. It would smash anything that got near it with it's thick branches.

"Very good Stephanie. You are getting quite good at that." Stephanie had obviously done this too the tree, and it seemed that this wasn't their first visit to the huge willow.

"Is that a good thing?" Stephanie didn't shine with pride as she usually did when being congratulated for her skills. Stephanie brought her hand up to cover her mouth while trying to hold in a retched cough. She looked paler then usual, and again Lily wondered why the healer had brought her so far from the warmth of the castle.

The two went up to the trunk. "I almost forgot." Madam Pomfrey took out a vile with some sort of potion in it. Lily could not tell what the contents where, but the matron handed it to Stephanie. She took the vile and looked at it with distaste before uncorking it. She quickly pored the potion down her throat.

"Will that taste ever get better?" She asked with a scrunched up face.

"Sorry Hon, but be thankful to have it. I've known people in your condition fifty years ago who couldn't have the relief of that potion. It hadn't been invented yet." Madam Pomfrey's words saddened Steph for some reason.

"I'm sorry, Poppy. You know I don't take it for granted. I just hate the fact that I can't put anything in it to make it taste better." The fact that she had called Madam Pomfrey by her fist name was confusing. Lily didn't think her sick friend was in the infirmary enough to be on a first name basis with the matron.

Pomfrey motioned to the tree trunk. "In you go dear. I'm sorry I can't be of more help."

"You help me plenty Poppy. You take time out of your schedule to bring me down here every month, and always help me with the pain after."

"Don't forget to eat your supper."

"See you bright and early." A small smile formed on Stephanie's face. Lily was sure that it was forced and only for Pomfrey's benefit. Stephanie tuned back to the tree, and seemed to vanish into it.

Lily looked on the map. Stephanie was still there. There was a secret tunnel leading from The Whomping Willow. It went strait under the forbidden forest and diapered off the map. Wherever she was headed was out of the Hogwarts Grounds. Surely McGonagall knew she was leaving. A spatially if Stephanie was leaving every month like they had said.

She waited for Pomfrey to leave, and watched her go halfway to the castle, before fallowing behind her to not be seen. As she walked back to the castle it started to get dark, but Lily paid no attention to the brilliant sunset. She had one single question that kept running through her head with all the others that had started to pop up frequently during the months since the first message.

What was her friend hiding?

Lily woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare. She had been dreaming that she was walking through the halls at night. There had been a voice telling her to go to the seventh floor. She had no idea why, but she somehow knew it had to do with Gryffindor Tower. She climbed the stars tell she came to a fork. On the left Lily would find the seventh floor corridor, and the right lead to Gryffindor tower. Lily found herself going up the left stairs, but for what reason she had not known. As soon as she reached the top it all went fuzzy. Her vision had blurred. She thought she heard another voice. It was a little, squeaky boy's voice.

"What are you doing up here? It's not safe for someone like you to be up." She had not answered. No, she could not answer. Something had control over her voice. Something had control over her body. She wouldn't have came up here if it wasn't for the voice. She wouldn't have been out of bed. The fear she had experienced felt almost real.

And then she woke up.

Lily's heart was beating a million times a minute. She had never been so frightened by a dream before. The thought of not being able to control when and how her limbs moved was scary enough, but the fact that the nightmare felt so real was what really made her almost afraid of her own shadow. The room was pitch dark. Lily could hear the light snoring of her roommates.

She got out of her bed, and put on her worm slippers. Lily didn't quite know where she was going, but she knew she wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep. She left the dorm as quietly as possible. She didn't stop in the common room. Lily left Ravenclaw Tower and started going down the hall. She soon found herself on the spiral staircase. Her feet had a mind of there own and she realized were she was going when she came to the same fork from her dream. Lily had to prove to herself that it was just a dream. She tuned left. She reached the door to the seventh floor in just a few seconds and hesitated opening it.

"I have to know it's just a dream." Everything seemed to go into slow motion for Lily after that. She watched her hand turn the knob without her conscience mind telling it to. The door opened, and when Lily looked up she found the same red writing as the first. This one wasn't a complete copy of the wall in 1992.

PETER PETTIGREW WAS A RAT THAT DISSERVED WHAT HE GOT!

AND THIS POTTER LOVER WILL SUFFER THE SAME FATE FOR WORSHIPING

THE GROUND LILY POTTER WALKS ON!

Underneath the message was what made her scream. Crumpled on the floor was Colin Creevey. She ran over to the Gryffindor and tried to wake him. He's small form looked so fragile.

"Colin! Colin, please wake up!" There was no blood. There was nothing saying that the worst had happened. She checked his pulls as she screamed for help. It was there. He seemed only sleeping, but he wouldn't wake up.

Lily could hear footsteps racing toward her. Her screams tuned into sobs. "He's over here! He .. He wont wake up! Come on Colin, please wake up. I don't care if you start staring at me like I'm an alien .. Please."

The footsteps could be heard racing up the stairs to the door. Lily looked up as Dominique ran into the hall and stopped dead when she saw Colin's limp form in Lily's arms. "Dom, he wont wake up! … He, he, he wont wake up!" Tears where flooding out of Lily's eyes, and Dom's shock wore off quickly.

"Lily, go get Neville. Tell him what happened. I want you to run as fast as you can. Do you hear me?" Dominique was the fifth year Gryffindor female prefect. "Don't answer any of the questions that are throne at you by the Gryffindors. You woke up almost everyone with your screaming. There are curious eyes waiting on the landing to the Gryffindor common room. Just keep running past no matter what."

Lily couldn't stop sobbing, but nodded. She fled the scene as fast as she could. James' familiar scream was one of the many that started calling for her to answer their questions as soon as they saw her running down the stairs. She did not answer any as she ran her heart out while still crying.

Neville's office was only on the sixth floor. Close to his house for just such occasions as this. Well, maybe not specifically this, but for any serious problems the Gryffindors might have. Lily pounded on the door as hard as she could. Finally after a minute of this Neville appeared in his pajamas. "Lily, what wrong?" She could see past him what had taken him so long. The door to his living quarters was flung open and hadn't yet stopped moving from it's owners hasty departure from the room.

"You have to hurry! There's been an attack, and Colin Creevey wont wake up!"

Neville quickly slammed his office door shut. "Where?"

"The seventh floor." The Gryffindor Head was already sprinting down the hall by the time Lily finished. She couldn't keep up with him, but she wasn't that far behind with her tinny legs. As they passed the Gryffindors the same hollering increased, but most of them where directed at Neville.

"What's going on?"

"Is it another message?"

"Did someone get hurt?"

"Professor!"

"All of you go back to bed!" Professor Longbottom yelled as he raced past.

Neville ran strait into the corridor, but Lily stopped at the doorframe. She watched as he performed several spells on Colin.

"I'm not healer. I've tried all I know." He closed his eyes and concentrated. "Expecto Patronum." A silvery mist formed on the end of Neville's wand. It soon took the shape of five ignoramus lions. A few shook their manes and they all started circled around the professor. "There's been another attack. Come to the seventh floor, and hurry!"

The patronuses took off in different directions. A few raced past Lily. "Your patronus is a lion?" It took skill to produce a full bodied patronus let alone five.

"I may not have believed that I belonged in Gryffindor when I was younger, but after I learned that spell I knew the sorting hat had picked the right house."

"Why didn't you think you belonged in Gryffindor?" Her Uncle Neville had always seemed as Gryffindor as the rest of her father's dorm mates that survived the war.

Neville seemed to contemplate this. "I wasn't a very outgoing child. I was terrible at the simplest spells, and I didn't make many friends until my fifth year."

"You lead Dumbledore's Army in your seventh, and killed Voldemort's snake. That doesn't sound like a shy kid."

"In many ways I wasn't the same kid I was in my first year." Neville mind seemed to be going through a memory of his school years, and Lily decided not to bother him.

She went over to Colin slowly. She had ran strait to him earlier, but now after the hasty events had finally calmed down a fraction she didn't know how to approach Colin. She didn't know if she could mentally, and physically touch him. She didn't want to think about what this meant. She had known he was up here. She had, had a dream about his attack and if she was right she attacked him.

When she reached him she found that Dominique had put her cloak under Colin to give his head support. He looked like a sleeping five-year-old. His small form was now sprawled out, and his brow was scrunched into a frown. It made him look like he was having a bad dream.

Lily wished she was having a bad dream. That she had never woken up. When she finally did Athena would be doing her usual organization of her space in the dormitory, and Aleera would be fast asleep, still not wanting to face the day. Amber would be brushing her long golden hair and babbling about her dreams. Trying to figure out the meaning behind them.

The talkative girl's obsession with dreams reminded her of the fact that this wasn't a dream. She wouldn't be waking up. No one knew that she had been here in a dream. She had no idea how, or why, but she had done this to Colin. She would never hurt him like this. Not if she was in control of her actions, but the truth was she hadn't been in control of her actions.

A battle formed in her mind. The consequences for what she had done where going to be severe.

"If I tell them it wont matter. They'll send me to Azkaban!" Lily didn't want to end up in prison at the age of eleven.

"No they wont. I'm just a kid, who got involved in this without wanting to be. They can't."

"They will. My parents will be so ashamed of the family loony. That's what I am. Attacking poor students in the middle of the night! I don't even remember it the next day.

"What will Stephanie think of me? Her best friend attacking her cat. She'll want nothing to do with me. A friendship that was built on lies will fall apart. She's hiding something from me too. She didn't even have the dignity to tell me one of her secrets. I'm supposed to be her best friend and she lies to me constantly. If it wasn't for me she wouldn't have any friends. She's leaving every month and she doesn't tell me about it!"

"She's one of my best friends. I'm sure whatever she's not telling me isn't important. My parents love me. They would never do that."

"It's been done before. Parents in power have been disgraced by there children and sent them to Azkaban. I have done something terrible. Why would anyone try to save me from life imprisonment. I hurt another student. A student in Gryffindor no less. McGonagall wont help me now. She's always favored her own house. Handing myself in would only cause me pain in the long run.

"I could let the Aurors find someone else to blame this on? No one would suspect Harry Potter's daughter. They would have to go through My Dad to get anyone to listen to them. My father's the head of the Auror Department."

"You mean let someone else take the blame? What if they think it's some innocent student here? I've also never used my Dad's fame for anything so evil!"

"They wont. It's about time I use it for something useful."

"He would do anything to protect his perfect little Lily Flower. That's why he's been working extra hard to make sure this stops. But I'm not perfect. I've done bad things. Terrible, disgraceful, bad things!"

"No!" screamed Lily. She couldn't take it anymore. She fought to get her pestering thoughts to leave her alone. She pressed her hands to her ears to stop the noise, but she wouldn't quit yelling in her head.

"They will never love me again if they find out what I did! I'm a fowl, disgusting, child! Why anyone would ever be friends with me I will never know! I'm sure my own parents where secretly glad to get rid of me! They always suspected I would one day screw up, and finally their little girl let them down! I'm not going to ruin their good reputation by becoming a loony as well! …"

Lily's ears where starting to throb in pain. It dropped her to her knees. "No, no, no …stop!" Lily knew that some part of her was overly exaggerating this to a point, but for the most part her thoughts where right. She couldn't take this stress. The world around her began to fade, and finally the last thing she heard before going into complete unconsciousness was Neville, and Dom screaming at her, asking what was wrong. They sounded far away. Suddenly all the noise around her stopped.

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