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Glances of the Future

Chapter 2

Lily burst out the doors, running at top speed for the gates. Her side hurt. Her breath was coming raggedly.

Curse the founders of Hogwarts for making the grounds so large! Lily moaned to herself.


James stood in front of the Fountain of Magical Brethren with a group of Aurors. He checked his watch. Where on earth is Lily? he thought anxiously.

Arthur Jetolski walked up to him. "We'd better go, James. We have enough people; Lily can stay behind."

But she hates it when I'm off somewhere without her, James thought. "Alright," he said reluctantly.

"Okay, everyone," said Arthur, addressing the group. "We will Apparate right outside the village of Bryer and approach the shack where the Death Eaters are staying from there. Is everyone ready? Good – let's Apparate one by one with a few seconds delay to prevent notice."


Lily's feet pounded on the hard earth. It was twilight, and air was pretty cold, but Lily didn't notice. Almost . . . there . . . she thought as she gasped for breath. A couple more seconds, and she flung open the gates with frenzied energy. Not even bothering to stop, she turned on the spot and Apparated.


She was at the Ministry . . . and there was James. He was standing in a group of people that were Apparating one by one. There weren't many left. Even as she looked, James was beginning to turn.

"JAMES!" she shrieked. Her husband stopped and looked up, startled. She sprinted across the floor and flung herself at him so hard that he staggered back a couple steps.

"Don't go, James, don't leave me, you can't go," she said, so fast that she was almost incoherent.

"What? Lily, what's the matter?" he asked, clearly confused.

She looked up at him desperately. "You can't go, James. You'll never come back and I need you!" She buried her head in his chest. "I need you I need you I need you," she mumbled over and over again.

"Tell Art I can't make it," she heard James say. "My wife is practically in hysterics and I've never seen her like this before."

Somebody said something, and then Lily heard a crack! signaling someone had Apparated. Then three more people Apparated and they were alone.


She looked up into the puzzled face of James.

"Are you alright?" He was worried, too.

The rushing, the excitement, the worry, the fear, plus the effects of the potion on a person's head caused Lily to start crying. James held her for a couple moments, and then walked her over to the fireplace.

"Let's go home, okay?" he asked. Lily nodded tearfully. He threw some Floo powder on the flames and stepped in, calling out the name of their home. Lily waited for a few moments, trying to calm herself down. It's okay. He's safe. I saved him. Everything will be alright.

She felt cold. She grabbed a handful of the sparkly powder and threw it on the flames, then stepped in.

"Potter residence, Godric Hollow!"


Lily sat on the rug in front of the fireplace, shivering. The warmth of the fire hadn't lasted long. She hugged her knees and sat there, crying softly.

James walked in from the kitchen carrying two steaming mugs. He set them down on the coffee table, then walked over to her. He pulled her up and half-carried her to the couch, where he sat down and pulled her onto his lap. Lily curled up and closed her eyes. James stroked her hair and rubbed her back, waiting for her tears to stop.

Finally James spoke. "What happened? Why are you so upset?"

Lily looked up at him. "The . . . the potion . . . it . . ."

"Hold on," James interrupted. "Let's start over and alternate scenes like we did last time, okay? Do you want me to go first?"

Lily nodded.

"Do you want hot chocolate? I made some for you."

"Yeah." Lily got up and took one of the mugs, handed the other to James, and sat down next to him.

They both took a sip. There was a hint of peppermint in it – just the way she liked it.

"In my first scene," James began, "I had a taste of what life would be like if I divorced you."

"Me too!" Lily exclaimed.

James looked at her. "It was awful, Lily. I felt-"

"Stop, stop, don't say any more," Lily said urgently. "Mine was awful, too. I'll never divorce you, never ever!"

James smiled and clasped the hand that wasn't holding her mug.

"In my second scene, I-" James let go of her hand and put his hand over his eyes. "You had been killed in a Death Eater attack on a Muggle town near London." He uncovered his eyes and looked her. "I was at your funeral."

Lily stared at him.

"I had to close the coffin over your face, and then watch it being lowered into the ground, knowing that I would never see you again."

This time it was Lily who reached over and clasped his hand. "I am not going to die, James. Just to make sure, I'll stay away from London for a while,alright?"

James smiled and squeezed her hand. Lily took a drink from her mug and cleared her throat.

"In my second scene, I was at St. Mungo's. You were dying." Lily set her mug down.

"I couldn't do anything but just sit there and watch you die." Lily's voice cracked. "R-Right before you . . . you died, you t-told me to f-find s-someone else t-to love me."

James set down his mug and embraced her as she cried again. After a moment, he asked, "Why was I dying?"

Lily straightened and looked into his eyes. "You went on the Jetolski Raid."

James' eyes widened, and he pulled her into such a tight embrace that it hurt a little. "Oh, Lily," he murmured.

"That's w-why I was s-so upset, James," Lily said tearfully. "I d-didn't w-want you t-to leave me."

"I will never leave you, Lily," he said. "Never ever."

Tonight sure is a night for hugs, Lily thought.

James picked up his mug again. "In my third scene, I was in the waiting room of the maternity ward at St. Mungo's. You were having our first child." He took a drink, frowned and tapped his mug with his wand. Steam started wafting from the top again, and he took another sip.

"Only there was a problem – it was premature. After a couple minutes, the nurse let me in. You were crying – the baby had died."

Lily let out a sob and unconsciously put her hands around her middle.

"The nurse told us-" James' voice was cracking. "-that the baby was born prematurely and had died to overexertion and stress by the mother."

James looked at her. His eyes were shining. "Lily, if you work too hard, our first child will die."

Lily sniffed loudly. "I promise I won't," she said. "I promise."

Comfortable silence prevailed while they drank their cocoa until Lily spoke again.

"In my third scene, I saw what would happen if we worked too much. We were growing apart. Harry was always at daycare, so I hardly saw him and kept missing parts of his life. Little things like teaching him how to play Go Fish or just being there when he needed comfort. I . . . I felt like I was a terrible mother."

"That's not gonna happen," James said immediately. "I will do whatever it takes to provide for us. Our children will grow up with both parents there for them. Alright?"

"Okay," Lily breathed, leaning back on the couch. After a pause, she added, "I guess we've decided to have children."

James looked at her sideways. "Don't you want children?"

"Yes." Lily paused again, and turned to look at him. "But I'm not in any big hurry."

James just smiled at her. "My fourth scene was my happiest one, again." He leaned back on the couch and stared off into space, smiling. "Harry and Rosie came into our room and woke us up – it was Christmas morning. Harry was three, Rosie was two, and Number Three was on the way. Their pajamas were so cute – Harry had Muggle airplanes on his and Rosie's was very pink."

Lily smiled. Her favorite nightgown when she was little had been her pink one.

"We went downstairs and had hot chocolate and opened presents. They were so exited. Every gift they opened . . . you should have seen their faces, Lily. I taught Harry how to play Gobstones, and you were showing her how to work a new doll of hers that talked or something funny like that. I would love to have a Christmas like that - I felt so happy."

"That does sound nice," Lily said. She drank the last of her cocoa and set her mug down next to James' empty one.

"My fourth scene was also my happiest. We were walking in a park near our home with our four children. Harry was ten – he was fighting bushes with a stick. Rosie had just turned eight. She was picking dandelions. Lorena was pretending to be a princess that Harry was protecting. She looked just like Petunia, James. Straight brown hair, blue eyes, the whole bit. She was six. Luke looked a lot like Rosie. Red, curly hair, your eyes. You tossed him up in the air, playing with him, and he laughed – it was so infectious! Then Rosie handed me her dandelion bouquet, and even though most of them were squished, she was very proud of them. They were all beautiful, James. You even said so yourself."

James stretched, smiling. "I don't doubt it, Lily. They sound beautiful." Then he cracked off a monstrous yawn. "Man, I'm tired."

Lily yawned took, then got up and took both mugs into the kitchen. She set them in the sink, pointed her wand at them, and watched the mugs clean themselves. Just then, she heard voices from the living room.

" . . . Video Futurum potion . . ."

". . . worried to death when I heard . . ."

". . . feeling better now . . ."

Lily walked in to see James sitting on the rug talking to Alice Longbottom, whose head was in the fireplace. Alice saw her as she walked in and her eyes brightened.

"Lily! How are you? I heard you had gone into hysterics over something awful and I've been worried sick all night."

Lily smiled and sat down on the rug. "It's all cleared up; I'm much better now. How have you and Frank been doing?"

James got up. "I'm gonna go get ready for bed, 'kay Lily?"

Lily smiled up at him. "Alright." He walked out of the room, and she heard the stairs creaking as he went up to their bedroom.

Lily turned back to her friend, and they chatted about various things for half an hour.

"I'd better go," Alice said finally. "Frank will be home soon. I'll catch up with you later, okay?"

"Okay. Bye Alice!"

"See ya later, Lily!"

Alice's head vanished, and Lily stood up, yawned, and stretched. Then she quietly went up the stairs.

James was in bed, so she quietly did her stuff in the bathroom and walked softly over to her side of the bed.

"I'm not asleep, you know," said James clearly.

"Actually, I didn't know that," said Lily. She got under the covers. James rolled over and slipped an arm around her waist.

Lily closed her eyes. James must have put a Warming Charm on the bed, she thought. The warmth was comforting, and she felt very sleepy . . .

"Lily," said James softly.


"Did I kiss you in your dream?"

Lily smiled and opened her eyes slowly. James was smirking down at her.

"Yeah," she whispered sleepily.


"When we were at the park."

James pulled her close to him, looking down into her eyes.

"We're not at the park, Lily, but I'm going to kiss you anyways."

Lily closed her eyes, still smiling. "You go right ahead."

And so he did.


A nurse at St. Mungo's yawned as she reviewed the results of the day's tests and appointments. She had a lot of people to contact tomorrow. Most of them were getting bad news, but a few were getting good news. Alice Longbottom and Lily Potter were getting very good news.

And what was the news?

They would find out in the morning.


A/N- I decided to post both chapters at once because I'll be gone for quite a while. This fanfic was written due to popular demand from the wonderful reviewers of Glimpses of the Future. Thus, it would be polite and nice of you to review it for me and tell me if it sucks or if it is your favorite! Plus, I like reviews. They make me happy. So review it!