Pensieve by madhu893

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance, Suspense
Relationships: Lily & James
Book: Lily & James, Books 1 - 5
Published: 29/01/2005
Last Updated: 31/05/2006
Status: In Progress

THIS IS NOT ONLY LILY AND JAMES IT IS ALSO HARRY AND HERMIONE! harry is trapped in
somebody's pensieve. is it that he can't get out, or he just doesnt want to? slightly
AU




1. The beginning of it all
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The Pensieve

“Can I have some of that, Harry?” asked Ron with a piece of banana bread stuffed in his mouth.
Harry solemnly handed Ron his pudding and watched him eat it.

“Harry, what’s wrong?” asked Hermione with a concerned tone.

“I have to go to Dumbledore’s office today, it sounds like I did something bad. But, I don’t
know what I did wrong!” shouted Harry in frustration as he banged his fist onto the table. All the
other Gryffindors eating they’re breakfast looked down to their end.

Ron gave them all a grunt and Hermione smiled sheepishly. Harry didn’t even seem to notice! He
was too wrapped up in his own thoughts to look down the table. Harry covered his face with his
hands. His hands slowly moved up to his forehead and he stared at professor Dumbledore.

Dumbledore noticed Harry’s eyes and he looked over and smiled. Harry felt uneasy and he just
waved. ‘*Maybe I’m not in trouble!’*

“Harry, look!” shrieked Hermione. Harry whipped his head around and saw Ron running around the
corner. Harry quickly got up and followed him.

“RON! Where the bloody hell are you going?” shouted Harry as he tried to keep up with Ron’s
speed.

“HARRY! Just…keep following me!” shouted Ron.

“Well, could you slow down?” panted Harry.

“Sorry, we’re here! Come inside!” invited Ron.

They walked into a room with nothing but seven boxes. The walls were covered with some kind of
metal, nothing Harry had seen before. The floor was made of cold stone and had a symbol in the
center…a very odd symbol that nobody recognized.

“Where are we?” asked Harry.

“I found this room last week, I was looking for the bathroom and then I saw this room. Do you
remember it being here before?” asked Ron.

“No, I don’t remember it being here! It could be a vanishing room, I read it in *Hogwarts: A
History,*” said Hermione as she waltzed into the room.

“HERMIONE! I don’t think you should see this,” whimpered Ron as he backed away from her.

“I’m staying here if you like it or not!” said Hermione as she stomped her foot on the ground,
showing that it was planted.

“Fine, but I warned you!” said Ron. He opened the first box and both students looked inside.

It was a pensieve; Harry recognized it from Dumbledore’s and Snape’s.

“Who’s pensieve is it?” asked Hermione.

“I dunno, but I accidentally went inside it. It was horrible! People all around were screaming.
They are all pensieves, I didn’t look in any others. But, there is something… different about these
pensieves,” said Ron, uneasily.

“What?” asked Harry curiosly.

“People can see you and its almost as if you live in that time,” squeaked Ron.

“WHAT? Ron, you meddled with others’ memories? You can get into so much trouble!” cried
Hermione.

“Hey, they shouldn’t have kept their ‘memories’ in an unlocked room! Anyone could have come in!”
shouted Ron in his defense.

“True,” said Hermione, dejectedly.

“Can we stop fighting?” asked Harry.

Both of Harry’s best friends suddenly felt ashamed of themselves. Harry didn’t have very good
experiences with pensieve. Dumbledore’s pensieve showed him that one of his favorite teachers was a
person trying to kill him.

“Oh, blimey, look at the time! I need to go to Dumbledore’s office, stay here, I’ll come back,”
said Harry as he heard the chime of the clock.

“Return soon!” yelled Hermione after Harry has gone.

“So, lets look into the next pensieve,” said Ron.

“Dumbledore? You wanted to see me?” asked Harry as he stepped into his office. An incense burner
was smoking and Fawkes, the phoenix, was playing with a toy Harry had bought him this year.

“Yes, I suspect, Harry, that you have found out what I am about to tell you,” said
Dumbledore.

“N-No, sir,” replied Harry, unsure.

“I know everything that goes on in my school, Harry, and every *room*,” hinted Dumbledore
with a glint in his marble eyes.

“Oh, Professor, we didn’t mean to! We found the room, Ron showed us,” blabbered Harry trying to
make an explanation.

“Harry, I will not beat-around-the-bush with you, I am on a tight schedule,” whispered
Dumbledore with a smile and his half-moon spectacles shimmered in the morning sunlight.

“Harry, I want you to go into the fourth pensieve. You will find some very useful information
for your own personal use in there. Stay in there as long as you like, make them believe you are
their friend. But, make the time worthwhile. I will await your return. In these sort of pensieves,
time stops while you are there. Our daily lives will still go on, but only after you have come
back. All time will stop!” said Dumbledore with a louder tone and he clapped once. Fawkes stopped
playing with his toy and swooped down to Harry.

“Fawkes,” said Harry as he strokes the magnificent bird.

“Harry, take only two items with you. Use your items wisely,” said Dumbledore as he stood up
from his chair and glided to his pensieve. His wand went up to his temple and a silvery substance
was at the tip of his wand as he placed it in the pensieve.

Harry cautiously got up from his chair, gave fawkes another pat and left the office.

Harry walked down the hall towards the room Ron had showed him and saw his two best friends
sitting down on the cold, hard floor.

“So, what did he want?” asked Ron in anticipation.

“He wants me to go into the fourth pensieve. He said it would personally help me. I think it’s
about…Sirius. I’m not sure, though,” said Harry, staggering on his godfather’s name.

“Oh, Harry,” said Hermione comfortingly, but Harry just turned away. Every time somebody
mentions Sirius’ name, he goes rigid.

“Good luck, mate,” said Ron as he gave Harry a big pat on the back. Harry looked up at Ron and
Hermione and smiled. He was so lucky to have friends like them.

A/N I know this is a short chapter, but I want to put the next events into one long chapter. And
this is the starting chapter. I want to see if this story will go anywhere, see if people review it
and actually like it! So, if it doesn’t go anywhere, then I guess there is no point in wasting my
time and writing more!



2. Jolly Jacobson
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Inside the Pensieve-----chapter 2

Harry looked into the swirling mass of silver. He thought of all the memories he had with
pensieves. Dumbledore’s pensieve, Snape’s pensieve, and then some. But, Harry’s experiences with
pensieves were not at all pleasant.

“Harry?” cooed Hermione softly as she lightly touched his arm. Harry looked at her, he might not
see her again for a long time if he stays in that pensieve.

“I have to take two items, Dumbledore said so. I think I should take my wand and my invisibility
cloak,” said Harry in a stern voice. He will do it. He will be brave about it.

Harry huffed back to the Gryffindor Common Room and grabbed his invisibility cloak. He ran back
downstairs to the room. Ron and Hermione were still there and they were silently waiting for
Harry.

“Mate, good luck,” said Ron. He was utterly bewildered, I cannot blame him. He doesn’t know what
his best friend needs to do and he doesn’t know why he needs to do it.

“Dumbledore said that even if I stay there for a long time, when I come back, I will come back a
second after you see me leave. You will not feel the time difference, but I will. Hermione, you
know what I mean,” said Harry solemnly. Hermione nodded her head twice and their thoughts floated
back to their third year when they saved Harry’s godfather and a hippogriff named Buckbeak. They
went back in time to do it, and Ron didn’t even notice.

Harry decided he better leave quickly. He looked into the fourth pensieve and plunged into its
depths. The familiar middle-of-nowhere feeling came to him. It wasn’t like apparition; it was more
like between worlds.

His feet felt earth and he collapsed. He looked at his surroundings and saw that he was, in
fact, in a familiar place. He was in the same room, but there was no Hermione, Ron, or
pensieves.

Harry walked around, put on his invisibility cloak and opened the door to get out of the room.
Hogwarts looked exactly the same; he couldn’t have gone too far back in time. Harry heard somebody
call somebody else’s name. Startled, he accidentally dropped the invisibility cloak and the person
saw him.

“HEY! Who are you?” asked the man. He had black hair and hazel eyes, his glasses were askew and
his hair was messier than ever. Harry recognized him instantly as his father. *I should have
known old Dumbledore wanted me to just learn about the marauders. And to think, I was so
worried!*

“Er- my name is….Jolly Jacobson,” stuttered Harry, he inwardly slapped himself. *Jolly
Jacobson?* *What am I THINKING?*

“Um, hi Jolly. I’m James Potter. What year are you in, I haven’t seen you before!” said James,
obviously noticing the uncanny resemblance between them.

“Me? I am in…your year!” said Harry, or Jolly.

“There you are! SIRIUS! Come here, we have a new friend, he’s in our year and his name is Jolly
Jacobson,” said James as Sirius shook hands with Harry. Harry tried to hold back tears, if only he
could warn Sirius about the future, and warn his dad!

“You know, I think you could be related to my friend James here, you look a hell of a lot like
him. Are you related to the Potters?” asked Sirius as he scratched his chin.

“Um, I don’t think so,” replied Harry. He didn’t know what to do. Should he tell them his
identity?

“Well, let’s see then. What house are you in?” asked James. Harry said that he was a new kid who
had been home schooled all his life and his parent’s finally decided to let him join school in his
last year so he get proper education for N.E.W.T.’s. He needs to be sorted.

“Well, let’s take you to Dumbledore,” said Sirius. They talked about Quidditch on the way to
Dumbledore’s office. James was intrigued that Harry was also a seeker. They decided that they would
see if he’s good tomorrow.

“Ah, I see young Jolly here has a note!” said young Dumbledore. Harry conjured it when they
weren’t looking and, luckily, Dumbledore decided he can let Harry stay for his final year. This is
very unlike Dumbledore, nobody notified him of this new student. But the year had only just started
a few days ago, let’s give the boy a chance.

The sorting hat was placed on Harry’s head and Harry was sorted into Gryffindor. Even though the
hat thought of Slytherin aloud.

“That was a close call, you don’t want to be in SLYTHERIN!” whispered Sirius as they were out of
the office, he scowled at even saying the name. Harry let them explain all about Slytherin,
pretending to not know anything.

“Anyway, lets get you to the dorms to meet the rest of the marauders,” said James and they
entered the Dorm. Harry saw Pettigrew playing with a rat. Harry could feel anger boil up in his
chest. He wanted to strangle the cheater!

“There’s Peter and Remus. Or, as we like to call them, Wormtail and Moony. They are our little…
nicknames,” said James, flashing a look at Sirius. Clearly, they were not ready to tell Harry about
the map and Remus being a werewolf.

“Pleased to meet you,” said Remus as he shook Harry’s hand, the full moon must be coming up.
Remus looked very tired indeed. Peter also said hello, but Harry made some kind of excuse not to
shake his hand. Harry, once again, introduced himself as Jolly Jacobson.

“Now, isn’t that a clever name! I think our nickname for him should be Saint Nicholas!” said
Remus.

“Saint Nick!” shouted Sirius as he conjured up some butterbeer.

“Sainty!” bellowed James as he did cheers with Sirius.

“So, what are your names?” asked Harry innocently to James and Sirius.

“I’m Padfoot,” chuckled Sirius.

“And I’m Prongs,” laughed James. To a person who didn’t know the meaning, these names must sound
very odd.

“So, Sainty, do you have a broom?” asked Sirius. Harry slapped his forehead and everybody stared
at him, he tried to pretend there was a mosquito flying around. *How stupid can I be? I should
have brought my Firebolt!*

“Y-Yes, but I forgot my Firebolt at home!” said Harry; he noticed the slip of the brand.
Firebolts weren’t invented at that time.

“Hmm, is it a new style? I’ve never heard of it before!” said James, you could tell he was
racking his brain to remember, but he was surprised he didn’t know, he was, after all, a Quidditch
genius.

“Oh well, it’s from…America!” said Harry. His excuses were getting stupider and stupider at the
second.

“Well! I’ve never had a broom from America? I wish you brought it!” said James. He was now more
interested in Harry than ever.

“Well, its getting late! We better sleep!” said Peter. Everybody started laughing, they weren’t
going to sleep now! They just started.

“I ride a *Tarantula 450*!” said Sirius arrogantly.

“Well, my broom is better. A legendary, antique *Blaze 4000!*” challenged James. And then
they got into an argument about who’s broom is better.

“Saint, do you have any pets?” asked Moony. Harry explained about Hedwig.

“Well, I have three pets. A stag, a dog, and a rat,” said Remus, chuckling. Harry, of course,
knew exactly what he was talking about.

“A stag? Isn’t that a bit…unusual?” asked Harry, just so they don’t think he knows their
secret.

“Yeah, but he is one of my best friends,” said Remus. Harry thought it felt weird that he could
be having this kind of a conversation with Remus. Right now, Sirius and James were wrestling and
Peter was playing with a feather.

“I have to go; a Slytherin said he wanted to bother me. I have to tell him off!” said Peter and
he walked out of the room.

Harry’s thoughts flowed back to Peter. *The traitor! Probably just meeting up with one of his
Slytherin cronies and planning ways to kill my father and be best friends with Voldemort!*

Of course, in Harry’s time, Voldemort is dead. But that is something totally different.

“Come on, lets go down to the common room. I want you to meet one of my friends,” said Moony. He
led Harry into the common room.

“Lily, this is Jolly Jacobson, he’s a new student,” said Remus.

“Hi, I’m Lily Evans, Head Girl. If you have any problems or see somebody doing something against
the rules, you report it to me!” said Lily as she shook Harry’s hand.

“Doesn’t he look like James?” asked Remus.

“Yes, loads, but I definitely hope he acts nothing like James. I have had to have so many
detentions with him. I told the Head Boy to give James all detentions!” said Lily as she walked
away with Remus.

Harry wandered around the room, looking for people he knew. He learned the password to the
common room and went exploring, but he was instantly pulled back. He forgot that this was a
pensieve! He has to stay at least 20 meters from the person! That means that the person is a
Gryffindor student. Most probably his father!

“Jolly, do you want to come to the kitchens?” asked Lily kindly.

“Um, sure, I’ll be there in a moment,” said Harry. He Ran back to the boy’s dorm and grabbed his
invisibility cloak and stuffed it in his pocket.

He talked to Lily on the way to the kitchens. She was very nice and smart, she reminded him of
Hermione. He felt a sharp pain in the chest when he thought of Hermione and Ron. He was so longing
to be with them!

They tickled the pair and grabbed some sandwiches to eat.

“Jolly, I think you will do just fine in this school,” said Lily, with a small twinkle in her
eyes.



3. Chapter 3
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THE PENSIEVE Chapter 3

“And then James cursed Snivellus and he whined and screamed like a girl!” laughed Sirius. The
whole boy’s dormitory was roaring with laughter. They hadn’t slept the whole night, Harry wasn’t
tired. It was only the afternoon right now for him. But, he faked a yawn and said he would go to
sleep. He didn’t have any belongings. No books, clothes, or anything. He groaned at the fact of
repeating his seventh year again. He was almost finished with it in his time.

“Alright, that’s ok, we should sleep! It is,” said James, he glanced over at the clock. “Three
in the morning. Blimey, that is way too late! Goodnight everybody!”

The marauders crawled into bed and slept for hours, it was still the weekend.

They woke up at 12 in the morning and decided to go play some Quidditch.

“Alright then, Sainty here needs a broom!” said James as he clasped his broom in his hand.

“I guess he can use the school’s broom…”said Sirius as he frowned. The school brooms decrease
your speed by at least 40%!

Harry heard a hoot at the window, he looked over to see…HEDWIG!

“Hedwig! What are you doing here, girl?” said Harry. Dumbledore must’ve sent her…and she brought
something.

“Jolly, is that your broom?” asked James as he marveled at it. He thought it looked wicked!

“Yes, this is my owl. I guess my godfather sent her,” said Harry excitedly, his smile drooped
when he realized what he said. His parents and his godfather weren’t alive, but they were in front
of him right now.

“Can I have a look at it?” asked James as he practically pounced on Harry. Harry handed him the
broom and they headed to the common room.

“Hello, Lily. My, aren’t you looking lovely today!” commented James flirtingly.

“Shut your mouth!” said Lily in disgust. James was taken aback and he headed out of the common
room, still looking at her. She walked up to the Girl’s Dormitory, still staring at him.

Harry noticed all of this. Was this why he was sent here? To just watch them come together? Or
to actually…bring them together?

They scrambled onto the Quidditch pitch; memories flew through Harry in a current. He loved this
place.

“Oh no, Snivellus is here!” said Wormtail. Snape was actually standing right next to Lucius
Malfoy.

“Just ignore him, we have a new student in our company, he wouldn’t dare set a bad example,”
said Remus cunningly.

“Come now, show us where to start!” said James. Harry mounted his broom and kicked off hard. He
couldn’t believe it; he was showing off for his father. He was doing every trick in the book and
doing it better than he would ever do in any game! He did Wronsky Feint, Sloth Roll, Hover and
bounce. EVERYTHING!

Harry swiftly caught the snitch 10 seconds after James released it. He landed on the ground and
was greeted by applause and laughter.

“James, I think he might be better than you!” said Sirius while clutching his stomach.

“Shut up! Jolly, that was bloody brilliant, where did you learn to fly like that?” asked James
while slapping Harry on the back. Harry didn’t know what to say, so he didn’t say anything at
all.

“Oh come on, lets have you two play against each other. Unless Prongs here is…CHICKEN!” said
Sirius in a mocking tone and he started to cluck and walk like a chicken. Everyone laughed.

James turned crimson and kicked off from the ground after Harry. The snitch was released and
both of them went after it…both were very swift. They dove, roll, screamed, played, and got
injured. They were up there for thirty minutes…an hour…an hour and thirty minutes…two hours.

Finally, they were both inches away from the snitch and James caught it, but Harry did fast
circles around James’ hands and seconds later Harry had the snitch.

There was many claps, a little too many. For the first time in two hours Harry whipped his head
to the crowds, almost the whole school was there and watching!

Harry immediately stole a glance at James; he had humiliated his father in front of
everybody.

“James, I’m sorry,” started Harry, but, without a word, James solemnly flew down to the ground
and exited the pitch.

“What up, James? It was just a match!” said Sirius, noticing his disappointment. Harry flew down
to the three marauders. All of them looked at him.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t know everyone was watching, I would have just left it in his hands!” said
Harry with pleading eyes. But the way they looked at him, it wasn’t a way of anger. It
was…guilt.

They all solemnly walked away and left Harry there with his thoughts. Harry saw a figure running
towards him from the corner of his eye.

“Jolly, don’t listen to whatever they say! It really wasn’t your fault, don’t blame them. That
thick headed James just thought he was the best Quidditch player in the world. Just because someone
proved him wrong, he’s going to make a scene about it-“ said Lily, but she was interrupted by
Harry.

“Why do you hate James?” asked Harry suddenly.

“I-I don’t know. I guess it’s because he’s arrogant and not sincere. He always hits on me,” said
Lily, but she was once again interrupted by Harry.

“He loves you, that is why he hits on you!” said Harry, he didn’t regret the words slipping his
mouth. “Come here, I’ve got to tell you something.”

Harry took her to the side of the lake and explained everything.

“Lily, I’m not from this time. Don’t interrupt me,” said Harry, Lily started to open her
mouth.

“I am in somebody’s pensieve, and I think its my father’s. But I’m not sure because when I went
to the kitchen I was only with you and Remus. Look, I’m from about 35 years from now! Dumbledore,
yes I go to Hogwarts, told me to go into this pensieve. But these pensieves are different where I
can interact and people can see me. But now I know who’s pensieve it is, Lily,” said Harry.

“Who’s?” said Lily, a little scared.

“It’s yours, Lily. How can I be with you right now, there isn’t anybody for at least 50 meters!
Lily…my name is not Jolly Jacobson,” said Harry.

“What is your name?” said Lily in a stern voice.

“Harry Potter,” said Harry. Lily’s eyes widened in horror.

“So you are saying you are James’ son?” said Lily. “No WONDER you look so much like him! And you
are so good at Quidditch!”

“Lily, you aren’t getting the whole story,” said Harry.

“My parents are…dead,” said Harry. Lily almost fainted. She was silent, which is much better
than screaming, but still deadly.

“Look, Lily. I don’t know why I am here. But I will find out!” said Harry.

They walked along the side of the woods. The smell of fresh Fairy Pine filled their nostrils.
Harry would have loved this moment if he wasn’t explaining something so scary and important to his
young mother. Harry didn’t want to tell her that she was his mother just yet. He would leave that
for last, it would come as the greatest shock for her.

“So, you know what happens in the future?” asked Lily, she knew this was a dumb question, but
she didn’t want a silence.

“Yes, but I will not tell you, you will scream,” said Harry. He was being cold and
emotionless.

“Oh and, Lily, don’t tell anybody what I am telling you! Especially not James,” said Harry.

Lily nodded her head.

“I have a hunch of why I am here, but I cannot tell you that just now. There is more information
you need to know,” said Harry.

If Lily was sitting down right now, she would be sitting at the edge of her seat. Her ears were
craned towards Harry and all she could look at was him.

“So, if James had a good personality, would you date him?” asked Harry. Lily blushed, just a few
minutes ago she was ranting on about how bad Harry’s father was.

“I guess so, just to try him out,” said Lily.

“That’s good,” said Harry.

“Why?” said Lily. She stopped walking.

Harry didn’t notice and he kept walking, but he stopped, too and spun around to look at her
curious face.

“Er-No reason,” said Harry. He knew it, it was time to tell her.

“There is a reason, you tell me the reason right now!” demanded Lily and she stomped her foot
with a certain finality in her tone.

Harry knew he had to tell her, he sighed. It was now of never, no more stalling.

“Because…Because…” started Harry. He really couldn’t do it.

“Spit it out!” shouted Lily, just loud enough so Harry could know her aggravation.

“Because you are my mother. You marry him and I am your son! I think I was sent here to get you
two to fall in love!” shouted Harry.

Lily stared at him for awhile, then she screamed, and then she fainted. Harry rushed over to
her.



4. Chapter 4
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PENSIEVE: Chapter 4

DISCLAIMER: I really don't own anything, except the plot. JK Rowling didn't invent my
plot.

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Lily was immediately rushed to the hospital wing. She had only fainted, but she was turning
purple. So many thoughts were running through Harry's head.

*WHAT DID I DO?? Why is she purple?? Is she choking? Can she breathe?? Well, at least I know
she doesn't die…hold on! What am I saying? She'll be fine, no death, goodness me.*

**Mate, get over yourself. You really shouldn't have told her so** **abruptly;**
**sh****e needs to take it all in. Y****ou told her ALL of it! I thought we had come to a
consensus that** **we would only tell her that we weren't of this time. Later we would
mention James and Lily being married.**

*Sorry, she was there and she was just…I don't know. The look in her eyes made you want to
tell her everything. Maybe it's because she's my MUM.*

**WRONG! You need to maintain your balance, look what your vulnerability got you to! SHE'S
PURPLE!** **Don't do anything rash. It's like the time turner, don't meddle with
time.**

*Shut up! I did fine. Actually, what if she PREVENTS falling in love with James because she
knows now that she was going to, oh no. What if it never happens?? WHAT HAVE I DONE?? Now, I'll
be erased from time forever, the moment I pull myself out of this pensieve!*

**SEE! Now I'll even be gone, and I was the practical one.**

*Do shut your mouth, you are ME. You are just my practical side.*

**Eurgh, I'm you? But you are such a slob.**

*AM NOT!*

**ARE TOO!**

*I'm not* *even going to* *argue anymore, she's sitting in a bed now. HEY!
She's talking. I'm going to go check.*

Harry pulled himself away from his conscience and looked at Lily. She was staring at him in a
different way.

“So, you're my son. This will change things,” whispered Lily in a hoarse voice. She was
screaming while Harry had carried her there.

“Yeah, I guess it will. So, are you just going to act normal? Because, you must understand that
if you try NOT to fall for James (Lily scoffed) then I will be erased from time forever. And,
I'm your only son,” croaked Harry seriously and then he smirked.

“I don't have a son yet,” replied Lily offensively. She looked around and then saw the
marauders entering. She gasped and pretended to be asleep.

“JOLLY! What happened?” shouted James, sort of in accusation. He rushed to Lily and stroked her
cheek. It tickled.

“Er-She just fainted and turned lilac. I think she has Asthma,” answered Harry. He noticed
James' tone and he wasn't happy.

“What's that?” asked Sirius. It didn't sound good.

“A muggle sickness,” said Harry. Good, he had gotten their minds off of Lily. Except for
James', of course.

“She's sick! But she looks fine, just tired. Something-SomeONE must've done something
else,” commented James, he gave Harry a death glare. He was still mad about the Quidditch game.

“Yes, well, I didn't do anything if that is what you are insinuating. Look, James, I
didn't know people were watching us, I would've just let you had snitch. This is much more
serious than you think and you can't hold grudges over trivial Quidditch games. You don't
have to accuse me of trying to kill her, who do you think I am?” shouted Harry. Madame Pomfrey
didn't have to send him out, he walked out in rage. James looked after him and was torn between
choosing his love or his friend. He ran after Harry.

~*~

“Lily has been gone awfully long with Jolly. What's happened?” asked Alice as Remus ran to
them.

“All we saw was Jolly running, carrying Lily, to the hospital wing!” shouted Remus.

“WHAT?!” the group of girls exclaimed. The whole lot ran to the hospital wing immediately.

~*~

“Silly Lily,” cooed Alice. She was Lily's best friend ever since their first year.

“It wasn't anyone's fault, too much to eat…”murmured Lily. She hated lying to Alice,
scratch that. She hated lying. **P****eriod.**

“Let's ignore your current state and go into the subject of Potter. I know both of you fancy
each other, why don't you get together? We have one year left. He might be you soul mate!” sang
Alice as she twirled around the bed.

Lily laughed.

“I know, but, he thinks I hate him. I need to drop hints before I immediately burst out saying
“MARRY ME, JAMES!” whispered Lily. Sirius entered, but neither of the girls saw. He noticed them
being oblivious and hid behind a bed curtain.

The truth was that Lily just didn't want to say it because Jo-Harry would think that
she's doing it for him.

“Fine, he's going to ask you to the next Hogsmeade visit, accept it!” prodded Alice. Lily
blushed and looked around to see if anybody was there. She spotted Sirius' black hair and
panicked.

“Erm-Sure, I'll do that for **ROBIN**,” said Lily in a high voice, putting special
emphasis on the last word. She looked into Alice's blue eyes and the blonde haired girl
understood that they were using code.

“Well, hope you get better. It seems as if you are going to go to classes tomorrow. Come soon!”
Alice bid Lily farewell and exited. She scanned the room and saw Sirius.

“Hello, Black,” waved Alice. Sirius was humiliated. How could he think nobody saw him?

“LILY! Who were you talking about? Surely not JAMES,” spat Sirius, but made fake, googly eyes at
James' name.

“No, Sirius, I was not. A guy named Robin, he's in Hufflepuff. Transfer student,” replied
Lily a little too quickly. Sirius smirked.

“Right”

“You don't have to believe me, it's the truth,” said Lily and she stuck up her nose. She
was horrible at lying.

“WELL, I'm off to the kitchens because there isn't anybody to stop me. Dum dee dum dee
dum!” Sirius pranced out of the room. Lily was awestruck and her mouth was open. “How *dare*
he?!”

~*~

“So? What were they talking about?” asked James giddily. The rest of the marauders were waiting
inside the kitchens for Sirius' sneak report.

“Robin, but I have a feeling that's code for you. She was nervous,” raved Sirius. He grabbed
and apple and bit into it.

“Me? Really? What did she say?” asked James incredulously. Was his dream of dating Evans coming
true?

“Something about saying yes when Robin asks her to Hogsmeade,” chatted Sirius happily. He felt
like a girl.

“You know what that means, James,” said Remus.

“You're asking Lily to Hogsmeade,” said Peter.

“Say, Peter, where were you during our little Quidditch match?” asked Remus. James scowled, he
didn't want to talk about the match that may have ruined his new friendship. But, he still
could not believe that a boy who everybody barely knew could steal an honor that James had taken 6
years to achieve.

“Look, James, Jolly didn't do anything wrong. Just because he beat you in a mini match
doesn't mean a thing. I have a good idea he didn't even know that there was a crowd; I saw
the look on his face the whole time. He didn't do it on purpose, mate,” said Sirius. James'
look softened, maybe he was overreacting.

“Sorry, nobody's even beat me before. I just get a little worked up,” whispered James.

“Jolly's a great guy,” commented Remus. The other guys looked at him strangely.

“Flowing the other way? I always knew you didn't fancy girls, but really Remus!” teased
Sirius. Remus smirked in an annoyed way.

“No, not at all that. It's just that he's really never been through things like we have.
There aren't scars left on him like us. He's just so new to things,” said Remus. If only he
knew.

“Well, I'll tell you something, Jolly's real name can't be Jolly. I bet it something
ghastly like Ronaldo,” said James.

“Worse. Rumplestiltskin!”

“Who?” asked James. Being a pureblood, he only read magical nursery rhymes as a child.

It would be useless to tell you the rest of the conversation. They spent it guessing Harry's
real name.

~*~

“Lily, dear, you really must drink up the potion!” huffed Madame Pomfrey frustratingly.

“No! I'll throw up! Can't you give it to me some other way? A tablet? Soup?” pleaded
Lily. She was pushing away the bubbling, puke-yellow bowl of syrupy, sulfury medicine.

“Lily, it's not as bad as you think. Now, drink up!” goaded Madame Pomfrey. She forced the
atrocious liquid down her throat and put her to bed.

Lily drank some water to wash the taste out of her mouth. It was like a rotten-egg flavored
jelly bean had been mashed into a stew. She lay her head down and looked through the long mirrors
into the starry sky.

“Psst!”

What was that?

“Lils! Can you get out of bed?” asked her friend Emmeline. Her golden head popped up somewhere
around Lily's hand. Lily groaned and turned over.

“You can dream of Sephora and all those trendy stores later. Right now, there's something I
want to show you!” whispered the girl.

Lily was dragged out of her bed and she wasn't sure where she was pulled. All she knew was
that they were sitting outside the Giant Squid's lake after that.

“Great, the Squid's tentacle is sticking out of the water. What's so magical?” accused
Lily groggily. She didn't like Emmeline too much then.

“Not that, look over there!” showed Emmeline as she pointed toward two people. It was Alice and
Frank Longbottom. They were holding hands and identifying constellations.

“Aw, how sweet. Now, I'm going back to bed, alright?” Lily made a move to leave, but
Emmeline caught her hand.

“You can't go back now. Madame Pomfrey will get you in trouble. But, she won't go
looking for you now. People break out of the hospital wing all the time! Come on, I need to talk to
you about something,” slithered Emmeline.

They two girls leaned against an infamous beech tree as they, too, looked at the stars. The only
one they could identify was the dogstar because Sirius would tell them how to find it everyday.

“Well, I , like everyone else, want to know what Potter was telling you,” asked Emmeline.

“Potter?” asked Lily. She wouldn't reveal his identity that early.

“I'm sorry, did I ask something wrong?” questioned the confused girl.

“Whatever do you mean? James didn't ask me anything,” said Lily bluntly.

“Yes, well, we all know he fancies you. I want to know how you feel about him.”

“Em, you know that I think he's an arrogant, conniving and utterly mischievous prat. But,
you see right through that, don't you?” smiled Lily.

“Yep. Everyone says it. All the Gryffindor girls know you two would never admit you want to be
friends…maybe more,” Emmeline threw a stick into the air and caught it on her head. After a few
little random chats, they two headed in and called it a night. The following week was dreary.

Lily smiled sadly whenever somebody asked how she was. She couldn't stop thinking about
Harry Potter. Everytime someone called for “Potter” she would turn in hope that somebody else held
her burden. But no, Harry would only tell James the secret.

She had always thought of making a pensieve. Looks like she will make one in the future.
It's only a matter of time until Potter turns up.

“Lily! I need to talk to you! It's important! I've learned something of your parents,”
came Harry's sure voice.

“Are they alright?” asked Lily smoothly.

“Actually…well, I was in Dumbledore's office and I overheard this…”

**A/N- I can't express how sorry I am for not updating for months on end. I'm such a
lazy hag. It's summer now, though, and I think I'll be able to update more. Actually, I
don't know when but I had written half of this chapter already and just left it waiting. Well,
that wasn't telling you a lot, but it'll do for now.**

**Be sure to read “Revelations”. I just wrote it. :D It's a serious one!**

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