Author's Notes: Written for Asking Me Where My Love Grows' First Kiss Challenge on the HPFC forum.


"Lily," Dumbledore said, looking at the woman who had just entered his office. "And Alice. I'm afraid there is a very… very grave matter to discuss."

Alice and Lily exchanged glances. Neither of them knew why Albus Dumbledore had called them, and the fact that he considered something to be a "very grave matter" made both the women rightly nervous.

Lily squeezed Alice's hand, and the two women sat down next to each other opposite Dumbledore.

Dumbledore sighed.

"There is… there is no easy way to say this," he said. "So I will make my explanation simple. Lord Voldemort is after your sons. Or rather, he is after one of them. You see, there is a prophecy that has come to his attention that states that a boy born at the end of July to parents who have thrice defied Voldemort will be the only one who can bring his downfall. He is convinced that either Neville," he glanced to Alice, "or Harry," to Lily, "is the child referred to in this prophecy."

Lily let out a terrified squeak and pressed her hands over her mouth. "You don't mean… he's not planning on killing our sons, is he?"

"I'm afraid," said Dumbledore, "that that is exactly what he's planning on doing."

"How do we know which one of them he's after?" Lily asked in a terrified whisper.

"We don't," Dumbledore told them, patting Lily's hand gently. "That is why both of you are here. Both of your families need to go into hiding."

"What?" Alice cried. She had been silent thus far, but she could not sit stoically through being told she was going to spend the rest of her life under house arrest. "We can't go into hiding! I can't live all cooped up in a house, hiding! I'll lose my mind!"

"It won't be for very long," Dumbledore assured her. "The war will end soon."

"How do you know?" demanded Alice.

"You must trust me. I know that it is difficult to do, but the war will end soon. Voldemort–" both women let out terrified gasps at his name, "will fall. And all will be well."

Alice looked sceptical, but Dumbledore paid no more attention to her. "Your families must find secret keepers, people who you will trust with your life. Tell them – and only them – where you are living, and Voldemort will never know. Wait it out. The end is near, we can all feel it, him most of all."

Lily nodded, wiping tears from her large, green eyes. "Is… is that all, Professor?"

"That is all, Lily. You two should go back to your families. Get into hiding immediately. Tell no one save your secret keepers of your location, not even each other."

"Yes, sir," Alice said, standing. Lily followed suit, and the two women exited the room.

As soon as the door was shut behind them, Lily turned to Alice, her eyes wide and horrified. "I don't want to die, Alice, he'll kill me, I don't want to die–"

"Shhh," Alice soothed, stroking her friend's hair. "We're going to get through this."

"But what if we don't? What if–"

"No 'what if's. You'll only worry yourself." Alice sighed, then wrapped Lily in a hug, cradling her gently.

"I'm so scared, Alice," Lily whispered, tears leaking from her eyes.

"We're going to be okay," Alice murmured, determined to comfort Lily though she herself didn't know that things were going to be okay at all. "We're going to be okay. Everything's going to be okay."

Lily sniffled. At times like this, she forgot that she was a grown woman, a member of the Order of the Phoenix. She became a scared little girl again, just like she had been when she was eleven and first heard about He Who Must Not Be Named.

"Promise?" she sniffed, pulling back to meet the other woman's eyes.

Alice leaned forward and kissed her friend gently. "I promise."