AN: I'm alive! I'm aliiive, when I'm missing youuu. Sorry, couldn't help that. Anybody know who that was, by the way? I'll give you a cookie if you do. Anyways, yes, I am alive. And writing! It's amazing. Some of you may have noticed that I've posted a lot of oneshots--if you haven't go check them out--and that would be because I simply cannot give up writing. And I've been playing with this in my mind for a while, so I figured I'd give it a try now. I wrote a little of it a while ago, but then I took out half of that, and wrote somethign else, but that I don't like that anymore, so I tried to steer it in the direction I wanted to begin with again in here. If that made any sense. So yeah, an update for you, though I can't garauntee the quality. I'm not going to update for a while now, probably, though, just as a fair warning. I'm waiting to get One Tree Hill Season Four, because I don't have cable and I absolutely love that show, so I'm going to be watching that, and then I have midterms in a couple weeks, which is going to suck. Then I really need to go to the gym or practice or something, so that'll take up some time too, not to mention my ner obsesssion with Sirius/OC and just fics in general (though that's always been there). But I think this AN is long enough, so I'll let you get on with the magic! (Not.)

Disclaimer: Only the plot and the OC's are mine, thanks.

Chapter Sixteen: Surprise

Lily woke the next morning cramped and uncomfortable. Her legs, she assumed, hadn't been moved once the entire night since everyone had fallen asleep on her bed and there wasn't enough room. She toppled over Sophia, who was just barely hanging onto the bed, and fell to the floor with a loud thump. Fortunately, no one woke, being too tired from staying up so late the previous night.

A glance at the clock told Lily that she was again in her habit of waking up early, no matter how little sleep she'd gotten. It was five o'clock in the morning.

She sighed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, before slowly trudging her way over to the shower. After taking a fast shower, she slipped on clothes and threw her hair up into a sloppy bun, before grabbing her backpack and quietly leaving the room so she didn't disturb anyone.

The halls were quiet, but she didn't expect any noise to begin with. It was just a relief that there wasn't anyone staring at her–no one whispering, no one ceasing with conversation once she was within hearing distance. It felt good to be Lily, not The Girl That Saw Her Friend Die.

She entered the Great Hall quietly and saw that it was just Sirius sitting at the Gryffindor table, a few other students sitting at different tables here and there. Even still, Lily felt bad about leaving him alone for an early breakfast the passed couple of days, but she assumed he was used to it.

"Hi," she greeted as she slid into her usual seat across from him.

The newspaper that had been in his hands was slapped down in seconds. "Lily!" he greeted, surprised.

She yawned and nodded her head, scanning the food choices that were on the table before grabbing an apple and taking a large bite.

"How are you?" Sirius asked.

"Tired," she answered through her mouth full of apple. "Didn't get a lot of sleep last night, and then I woke up early for some ungodly reason." She rolled her eyes and took another bite.

"Hey, don't diss the early waker-uppers."

Lily paused. "That makes no sense whatsoever, but I'm not going to comment on it."

He grinned. "Good."

They ate in silence for a few moments, Lily chomping loudly on her apple while Sirius shifted his eggs around his plate. The sense of routine was relieving–the fact that even if it felt like the world had been turned over, there were still little things you could count on, like sharing breakfast with Sirius early in the morning, left her feeling slightly better.

"So.." Lily hesitated, wondering if she should ask, but plowed on anyways. "What happened after James and I left?"

A stunned silence followed her question as Sirius eyed her. She hadn't really been interested in what happened after she had left–she hadn't really been interested with anything at all, but she felt the need to ask.

"Umm," Sirius answered. "Just the prank. Birds."


"Anyone who drank the punch got turned into a bird," Sirius explained.

"But I–?"

"It only worked when you were in the Great Hall."

Lily whistled. "Complicated magic."

Sirius gave a boyish grin. "Well, I do try."

Lily lifted an eyebrow. "Because it was only you, right?"

Sirius tilted his head back and laughed. "Of course!" he said.


The days fell into weeks and the weeks fell into months. Snow came and melted, but it was still cold enough for more, bringing out scarves and coats and cloaks. The wind was icy and brought red to the tips of noses and ears, cheeks flushed with either laughter or the cold–it was impossible to tell which.

Lily was sitting outside, the day colder than most, the wind more biting than usual, but she didn't mind. It was days like this that made the air smell fresh and the Earth clean.

Her thoughts wandered as she sat under a tree right next to the frozen lake, the wind whipping her scarf and her hair into her face. The shade that the tree bared did little more than make her colder, but it was ignored by the redhead. Her thoughts were on winter break, coming up just the next day. Her mother had written and asked if she'd like to stay at Hogwarts instead of coming home, something Lily definitely hadn't been expecting. Last she'd known, they'd been counting down the days until she could come home and be reunited with the family, but she took the letter as a polite request for her to stay. The only thing she couldn't understand was why.

Her thoughts were interrupted when someone sat down beside her. She turned her head and instead of seeing one of her friends, she was met with the sight of Severus Snape.

"Hello," he greeted, as if speaking to her was a natural occurrence.

"Hi," she said uncertainly, itching to scoot away from him.

His black eyes settled down on her, and she felt herself involuntarily shiver. They were hard and piercing–for a moment she thought he was seeing right into her soul, leaving a dirty, invaded feeling creeping through her. "You hang around Potter and his lackeys." It wasn't a question, it was stated as a fact.

"Not really, I–"

He didn't let her finish. "They're bad people. The things they do..." he trailed off, his eyes sweeping over the lake, before returned back to hers. "They're not just pranks."

"I hardly think–"

"You don't know," he said, his voice hard, his jaw set.

"Listen, I don't know why you're telling me this, but I think you–"

"You're in danger." He mentioned it like he was commenting on the weather, airily and unconcerned, but somehow it made her feel queasy.

"Of what–James and Sirius and Remus?" she asked dryly.

"No," he stated. "Of Us." She could almost hear the capitalization of the word just by the way he said it, and with that, he got up and walked back to the icy castle.

"What does that mean?" she called after him, but the only response he gave was a swish of his cloak and shutting the door behind him.

Lily thumped her head back onto the tree behind her, rolling her eyes. Thoughts rolled through her head, but she berated herself–to listen to a Slytherin was insane, let alone Snape. Actually considering what he said–not that it had made any sense–would be absurd. She decided to forget it, and slowly hauled herself up and back into the castle as well.

Warm air greeted her and she hungrily accepted it, rubbing her arms to get rid of the goose bumps she hadn't been aware had rose. She took a step farther in and started to make her way towards her dorm.

Or she would have if someone hadn't stepped out in front of her, grabbing her hand, and pulling her down the corridor. She opened her mouth to screech, but she was pulled into a broom closet all too quick. A word was mumbled in the darkness before light appeared from the tip of someone's wand, and at once Lily recognized Alyssa's face.

"Oh, God, Lyss," Lily said, sighing, her shoulders visibly sagging. "You scared me."

Alyssa nodded silently, staring blankly–almost eerily–at Lily.

"Alyssa?" Lily asked. Alyssa didn't answer. "'Lyssa?"

"Yeah?" Alyssa whispered back, and it was then that Lily noted the tears gathering in her lashes.

"Lyss," Lily whispered, coming closer to her friend. "What's wrong?"

Those two words were what broke her. Her tears started falling even faster and she gave a hollow sob. Lily's arms wrapped around her, but it did nothing except make her shake more, the words she tried to speak becoming a mess of jumbled sounds.

"Shh," Lily consoled. "Shh, sweetie, it's alright. It's alright."

"No," Alyssa answered, getting a small handle on her emotions, though tears were still flowing freely. "No, it's not. Not ever again, no, it's not."

"Alyssa," Lily said cautiously. "What...happened?"

She stared into Lily's eyes unwaveringly. ""I have something to tell you," she said, her voice soft. "I..." she hesitated. "I'm pregnant."


"You're what?"

"Pregnant," she sighed. The tears seemed to have stopped and she wiped away the tears that were still on her face. Her jaw was now set, and the look was such a contrast of what Lily had seen seconds before that she had to do a double-take to make sure it really was Alyssa still sitting in front of her.



"Does he–?"


"Are you going to–?"


"Alyssa," Lily warned.

"No," Alyssa said again, her voice hard. ", alright?"

Lily paused before asking her other question. "When did..."

"Halloween. We...well, yeah. And I didn't know until just a few minutes ago. Soph was complaining about her period, and I realized I hadn't gotten mine in what, three months? And I looked up the spell and I did it and...well. You know the rest."

"Have you told anyone else?"

"No." She shook her head. "Just you."

"Are you gonna?"

"What, tell them? 'Course. I'm just kinda...scared."

"That's okay. You'll get there."

It seemed that getting there was not that hard for Alyssa, because once the girls returned to the dorm, Alyssa simply flung the door open and announced to the room, "Well, girls, I'm pregnant."

Conveniently, all the girls were present. Their reactions were different, though Carmen's was definitely the most encouraging.

"About time one of us got some!" she had exclaimed.

"Sorry, what?" Stevie asked. "I think I just imagined that."

"You don't look pregnant," Sophia said, staring at Alyssa critically.

"Give the girl some room," Addy said. "She's gonna need it," she snorted.

"Gee, thanks," Alyssa said wryly, rolling her eyes.

"I'm just saying–" Addy said.

"Yeah, shut up," Sophia cut in.

It was mere seconds before they were all piled onto Alyssa's bed, talking straight into the night.


Lily's eyes snapped open. Her breathing was ragged, and she could feel the sweat dripping down her brow. She hastily wiped it away, taking a shaky breath, trying to shake the nightmare she'd just had. A glance at the clock told her it was 4:30 in the morning, and instead of going back to sleep, she opted for a shower before getting ready and going down to breakfast, where she knew Sirius would be waiting, as he always was.

On her way down to the Great Hall, her thoughts drifted back to her nightmare.

"Lily...I think I'm dying."

"You're gonna be okay."

"He's dead?"

Lily shook her head, trying to escape from her thoughts. She didn't want to deal with that, not now. It was her last day of classes and then she'd have a whole week and a half to do simply nothing, and that was what she planned on doing.

That is, until she sat down across from Sirius and realized that she was hiding from him that he was going to be a father.

"Hey, Lil," he greeted, as ritual, putting down the paper that had seconds before been in front of his face.

She gulped. "Hi," she squeaked.

He sent her an odd look. "You alright?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah. Just fine, you know, I was just thinking about...babies."

"Babies?" he asked, an eyebrow raised.


"No, why would I be thinking about that?" She chuckled nervously. "I said...rabies."

He cocked his head. "Why?"

"Oh, you know. I was just reading up on them last night. Fascinating, really."

Sirius nodded slowly. "Right. Well, did you see any Slytherins on your way here?"

"No, why?"

He smirked, but let nothing to show. "Nothing," he answered, "Just curious is all."

Lily groaned. "Sirius Black, what did you do?"


"Sirius Black!" a voice screeched, followed by a loud bang of the Fat Lady's portrait. Classes had just ended, Lily had seconds before been bathing in the delight of it–that is, until she heard that angry screech. Her stomach plummeted, and she counted the seconds until the explosion.


"I cannot believe you!" Boom. Alyssa made her way into the Common Room, her eyes on the lookout for Sirius. Once they landed on her target, who was looking at her with a mix of curiosity and guarded fear, she made her way over to him, her eyes in dangerous slits. "I just saw a Slytherin do some ballet move down the hallway! And when I asked him what the bloody hell he was doing, he said, 'Why, Sirius Black is the best!'"

Sirius smirked. Lily lowered in her seat next to him, and she could see Carmen and Addy come down the stairs from the girls dorm, wondering about the commotion.

"Well," Sirius said, leaning back. "It was pure genius, really–"

"Pure genius? Pure genius?"

"Uh-oh..." Addy muttered.

"You really shouldn't have done that, mate," Remus whispered from the chair next to Sirius.

Alyssa didn't even turn her head, but she held her hand up to him and said, "Don't you start with me, Remus John Lupin, because I know there is probably a Slytherin running around saying the same thing about you!"

Remus slumped in his seat, his cheeks tinged with pink, but the small smirk on his face told everyone that Alyssa's assumption was correct.

"Lyss, calm down," Sirius tried, but she effectively cut him off.

"I most certainly will not calm down! Do you have any idea how bloody immature you are? It's like putting up with a two-year-old, for Merlin's sake!"

"What's wrong with two-year-olds?" he asked.

"Sirius, stop while you're relatively ahead," Lily muttered out of the corner of her mouth.

"Lily," Alyssa said, her hands visibly shaking. "Shut up."

"Hey, what did I do?" Lily asked, but with one look she was silenced.

Alyssa rounded back on Sirius. "Do you have any shame whatsoever? Honestly, could you just grow a pair for three seconds and do something like, I don't know, your homework?"

"Alyssa, I don't understand the problem," Sirius said, now thoroughly perturbed. "You're usually in our pranks. Why the sudden need for discipline? Is it your time of the month or what?"


"I am just so sick of you, Sirius Black!" she screamed, before she burst into tears and ran up to the dormitories.


"Hormones," Carmen sang, before jumping back up the steps to go comfort Alyssa, Addy on her tail.

Clatter in the Common Room returned, but silence was still present between Remus, Sirius, and Lily. Remus started whistling a tune, trying to dispel the aftermath of Alyssa's outburst, but Sirius still sat in silence.

"Don't worry about her,"Lily told him. "She's just..." She struggled for the right word, but Remus seemed to have a few handy.

"Mad? Psychotic? Loud? Upset? As Carmen so elegantly put it, hormonal? Troubled? Fur–"

"Alright, Moony, we get the point," Sirius said.

"Well, I should probably go see what's up with her anyways," Lily answered. "I'll catch you guys later." She stood, cracking her back, before walking over to the girls' dormitories steps and making her way up them. When she got to her door, she could hear Alyssa's hysterics inside. She opened the door, but at once regretted it. A glass vase–since when did they have a glass vase anyways?–came close to her head before slamming against the wall behind her.

Needless to say, she slammed the door shut again. Maybe she'd go back later.

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