A/N: Sorry it's so late, guys. School has been just-ugh! I have homework every single night, including weekends. Today is the first day I wasn't swamped. Please read and review! And please visit my Xanga! I don't think you have to be a member to comment.
I am everything you want
I am everything you need
I am everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
I say all the right things
At exactly the right time,
But I mean nothing to you
And I don't know why
Everything You Want, Vertical Horizon
Chapter Two: Everything You Want
James woke up at exactly five o'clock. He grabbed some robes from his trunk and threw them on. Still half-asleep, he headed down to breakfast, wondering if the house-elves served it that early.
After a run-in with Professor Binns, who was wondering why Jimmy Porter was up at five thirty, he sat down automatically in front of Lily. She was rereading her copy of Hogwarts: A History, perhaps to freshen up for Cassandra Trelawney. Lily only noticed him when he poured some pumpkin juice and accidentally spilled it on her toast.
She tried to smile, but it turned into a grimace.
So much for giving me a chance, James thought sleepily. He stared down at the eggs and bacon that had appeared on his plate. He saw something and continued to look at it. It looked like a large, bear-like dog was formed in his eggs. He had heard something about grims, but did not believe in them.
"Divination is a stupid subject," said James without thinking.
"I agree," Lily said.
"What?" James asked, his eyes half closed.
"You said Divination was a stupid subject, and I agree," she said. She had not looked up from her book. "But what makes you say that?"
"Oh, nothing," lied James. "I just think it's a stupid subject."
"Well, we better get going," Lily said. "It's five-fifty already." Getting up, she smoothed her robes and walked towards the doors. James grabbed a piece of toast and ran after her.
They walked in silence until they made it to the gargoyle. Lily looked expectantly at James, who looked back at her. She rolled her eyes.
"Oh, for heaven's sake. Pumpkin Pastries," Lily finally said. The gargoyle jumped aside and they walked up the stairs.
"Come in," a female voice said when they reached the top. They heard a chuckle coming from the headmaster.
The first thing Lily and James saw when they walked in the room was a very fragile looking old woman wearing the most colorful robes either had ever seen. Her eyes were large and a piercing blue. She had wispy white hair, which was tied up in a loose bun.
"Er...Hello," Lily said.
"Why hello, dear," the woman said. "And hello to you, James. I am Cassandra Trelawney." She said this very dramatically. "Goodbye, Albus," she added with a wink at the old professor, and she led the way out of the room. The two students heard the old professor chuckle again as they followed the Seer out into the corridor.
"I suppose you two have already eaten your breakfast." It was a statement, not a question. "So have I. I have also heard the library is wonderful here. And I have heard the astronomy tower is excellent at night."
Lily and James exchanged glances. Cassandra was walking twice as fast as they were, and she was talking a mile a minute.
"Well, come on, now. I don't want to waste my last year walking and talking slowly!" Cassandra exclaimed.
"Ms. Trel-" James started to say.
"Please call me Cassandra."
He corrected himself. "Cassandra, how do you know you're only going to live one more year?"
"I'm a Seer, dear. Remember that," she told him.
"Oh yeah."
Lily rolled her eyes again.
"What?" James asked, looking offended.
"You're so annoying, stupid, and..." she broke off, noticing the Cassandra was listening.
`Hot?' James thought, trying not to grin. "And what?" he asked.
"Never mind." This time James grinned.
Since Lily and James did not have classes, they spent half of the day in the library. Lily showed Cassandra where everything was while James dozed off. Cassandra, he didn't notice, kept glancing at him and wincing.
"James!"
"Mr. Potter?"
"Huh?" James jerked up.
"It's time for tea," Cassandra said. Behind her, Lily raised her eyebrows.
"Tea?"
"Yes, tea, Potter. It's that drink made from hot water and tea leaves. Some people like to put sugar in it," Lily answered.
"I know what tea is," he said defensively.
"Where is the Gryffindor common room?" Cassandra asked, clapping her hands together. The rings and bracelets made clinking sounds.
"This way."
Lily led them to the common room.
After tea, Lily went to the bathroom. Cassandra was reading a book left on a table, and James was staring off into space, thinking about the next full moon.
"Mr. Potter."
James looked up. "Yes?"
"May I see your palms?"
Frowning, James said yes and held out his hands, palms up. Cassandra looked at them for a few minutes and made tutting sounds.
"What do you see?" a bored James asked.
"You will marry early. You will aid in a war, and you will die young. And you will have one child."
James raised his eyebrows. "Really?" he asked. He wasn't sure whether he should believe her. He knew what war she was talking about. A man who called himself Voldemort was gathering followers; they were all pure-blood and thought themselves higher than any other magical person. It was all a load of rubbish, the man and his beliefs. James thought that you should judge people by their character.
"Yes. Please keep in mind that the future may change slightly. You will still die, but you may not have one child."
"Okay..."
On perfect timing, Lily walked in. "What's going on?" she asked while looking at James's perplexed face.
He yanked his hands out of Cassandra's grasp. "Nothing," he said.
"Would you like me to read your palms?" Cassandra asked her.
"Er, okay," Lily answered.
"Let's see," Cassandra mumbled while leaning in on Lily's hands. "You will....be married early? Yes...and...you will aid in a war, and will die young...you will have one child."
James gaped. Cassandra frowned, and Lily sat down heavily.
"L-Lily?" James stuttered. "You have the same future as me."
"I do?" Lily asked quietly. "Well, maybe it's a coincidence."
Cassandra grinned, almost evilly. "I don't think so."
"What do you mean?" Lily asked angrily.
"I mean that you both, will be married young, together, will aid in a war, will die young, together, and you will have one child, together."
Lily stood up, knocking her chair over. "I think this is all a load of rubbish! No one knows the future!" she yelled. "I refuse to have the same future as him!"
James winced.
"I would be careful if I were you, dear," Cassandra warned Lily, who was now at the portrait hole. Cassandra drew out her wand.
"À temps, vous verrez," Cassandra drawled.
"And what does that mean?" Lily glared at her.
"In time, you'll see," she answered.
"I've had enough of you!" Lily stomped out.
"What did you do?" James snapped, walking towards the portrait hole. He gasped.
Lily was on the floor, apparently unconscious.
"I sent her forward," Cassandra said, as if telling someone her name.
"What?" James asked. "You did what? You could have sent her to where she gets killed, you idiot! She could be in danger!"
"No, she's not," said Cassandra. "I just sent her to the age of nineteen. She dies at age twenty or so. Right now, she will probably be in bed, snuggling with your future self."
"So we do have the same future? We're going to do all that stuff?" He gulped. "We're going to die in four years?"
"Naturellement. Vous pourriez vouloir prendre votre fleur à l'aile hopital."
"What?" James didn't know what she said.
"I said, `Of course. You might want to take your flower to the hospital wing.' Do you not know French, boy?"
But James was already picking up Lily ands heading towards the hospital wing.
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A/N: It's short, I know. Sorry. Please review.
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