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Jag har försökt med flyg-delen tre gånger nu och jag orkar inte mer! Skriver nästa kapitel direkt istället så går jag lägga upp det senare. I flyg-delen händer en olycka och Lily blir skadad. Detta kapitel kommer egentligen EFTER flyg-kapitlet, men jag lägger upp DET sen för det försvinner bara hela yiden. Förlåt för stavfel är inne på telefon.

"Lily!" James scream echoed inside my head. But it was not the only voice I heard.
"Is she okay?"
"What's wrong with her, daddy?"
"How far did she fall, James?"
I tried to open my eyes, but I could not. My eye lids (är det rätta ordet?) felt too heavy, it felt like I was a statue made of stone. I could not feel my body, and it was the worst. Feeling. Ever. I thought. Yes, I did not feel nothing at all. But soon I felt a big pain growing in my chest, flied as fst as a Firebolt through my body, out in my arms, hands, legs, feet. And it felt like my head was about to explode. I thought that I would rather prefer to not feel anything at all right now before the pain. But at least I knew I was still alive. I tried to ask where I was, but it sounded like "Mempherahwoinee...?"
Everyone went silent.
"Lily? Are... Are you okay...?" I recognized James's voice.
"I'm... Phoi-phoiane." WHY CAN'T I SPEAK? I thpught, annoyed of myself. I tried to open my eyes once again, and this time it worked.
"He...Loh." I stuttered.
"Lily! Are you okay? I heard you fell over TWENTY-FIVE FEET! How do you feel? You've got a really bad mark on your arm, does it hurt terribly? Or is it-"
"Hey Rose, let the girl breathe." I smiled when I heard my best friends. My eyes were open, but I only saw mixed colours and not a clear picture of what the colours right before my eyes actually WAS.

After some minutes, and a lot of winking, my sight was finally normal again. I saw James and Rose sitting next to me with there heads hanging over mine, behind them was Lily Potter with Albus and Hugo and behind THEM stood Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermione and Mr Weasley. I was about to ask where Mrs Weasley was when she came in through the door with a cauldron and some bandages in her arms.
"Okay, let me through! James,Rose, move away!" she called out and came to me.
"Hello, dear." She took a piece of bandage, dropped it in the cauldron, picked it up again and started to bandage my arm.



VI HÖRS! P.S. Har 2 användare, detta är min 2:a, så det är jag som skriver denna FF. Jag är Lily Mihami. Läs gärna min FF på DEN HÄR användaren, Ron and Hermione... In love?!

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Tack så mycket! Här kommer ett nytt kapitel! Tack för ert fantastiska tålamod och osannolika stöd!

When I opened my eyes the next morning I lay in my bed in Rose and Lily Potter's room. I did not know how I got there. The last thing I remembered was Rose and James arguing about our little "flying-lesson", you see, they had a little different opinions whether it was or was not dangerous for two eleven-year-olds to fly completly by themselves. Rose, of course, thought it was way too dangerous, even if James knew how to fly perfectly well. Then everything went black and I understood that I must have been falling asleep. But how did I get into my bed?
I did not know. I raised my right arm where I still had my watch and saw that the time only was nine o' clock. Does not sound early? I usually sleep until eleven at holidays.
My watch sat round my right wrist even if that was the arm I was writing, drawing, painting and cutting with. And A LOT more. And most importantly, it was and is my wand-arm.
To my biggest surprise all the beds were empty. Then I remembered that the Weasleys very often woke up early when Harry was there, and I thought that, that probably had not changed when they all grew older.
I tried to get up, but it hurt everywhere, and I saw that Mrs Weasley had bandaged both my arms and legs. And my head was like a huge paxkage of bandage. When I, after a long time of struggle, was about to walk down the stairs I heard a voice and turned around.
"Hello. I heard you fell quite hard -- d'you need some help?" When I turned around I saw a boy that had to be round nineteen or something like that. An earring sat in his right ear (the earring was in gold), his hair was turqoise-blue and he had very deep blue friendly eyes. I knew directly who it was; Teddy Lupin.

"Um, no, I'm fine," I mumbled, even if I was limping when I walked..
"Are you sure?" He raised his eyebrows and caught my eyes. "Because it doesn't look like that" he then said while looking at my legs.
"It's fine, honestly."
"Okay. Oh, anyway... You must be Lily Mihami, am I correct?"I nodded and he told me "James has told me everything about you."
"Has he?"
"Oh, yes, yes! So how's Hogwarts?"
"How's Ho- it's like... Hogwarts is just so... I don't kniw, it's I can't describe it... It's just... It's fantastic."
"Yeah, I know what you mean."
"Don't you miss it?" I could not help but asking. He looked at me.
"Miss what?" He did not seem to understand a thing.
"Hogwarts. Don't you ever miss it?"
"Well..." He looked down at me, blue eyes of a nineteen-year-old met brown of an eleven-year-old, and he spoke.
"Sometimes. It was like--"
"Like a home," I ended the sentence and he looked at me again.
"Yeah. Like a home."
"Hey -- can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Um... I. Just wondered... Which house were you in... when you... were going to Hogwarts...?"
"Oh, I was a true Gryffindor!"
"Like your parents" I whispered under my breath.
"Huh?"
"Oh, nothing. So... Did you feel at home then? In your house, I mean."
"Well, the Sorting Hat was actually planning into putting me in Ravenclaw, but I'm glad I ended up in Gryffindor house. There was a really nasty boy in Ravenclaw who used to -- well -- kind of commenting like everything about me, bad comments--can you imagine how stupid it'd be if we actually were in the same house?--with his little gang, --now what is his name again?-- Oh, Richard Harrison."
"I know him. He's still going at Hogwarts, it's his sixth year."
"Oh, really? Well, don't mess with him, alright?"
"Alright."
"Oh, by the way, I'm Teddy-"
"-Lupin, I know."
"How... Do you know...?"
"The book." I answered simply and thought that if James had told him everything about me he should understand what I meant, and he did.
"Do they mention me in those books? Me?"
"Yes."

We talked a bit more while we were walking down the staircase and soon ended up in front of a kitchen door and we walked in. Everyone's eyes turned to us.
"Um... Goodmorning." I said. Mrs Weasley smilrd friendly.
"Oh, goodmorning dear. Why don't you sit next to James over there." I sat down beside James and mumbled "Hi", Teddy sat down beside Victoire and kissed her after saying "'morning, honey" and Hugo, Albus and James wrinkled their noses and pretended to vomit under the table when me, Rose and Lily Potter, the girls, rolled our eyes at the boys' stupidity.
"Can someone pass me a toast, please," I asked and soon I was talking happily to the others.


Later that evening...........................

Me, Rose and James was sitting in the boys' room, talking and soon we decided to play a bit of Truth or Dare. James started to ask.
"Okay... Lily!"
"Yes."
"Truth... or Dare?"
"I think I'll just go with truth."
"Okay then... Um... Answer... Truthfully now... I've wondered this since the day we first met..." Both Rose and I were surprised to hear this and we got even more surprised when we heard what it was. Or, I got more surprised, Rose... Seemed to understand more, actually.
"What did the Sorting Hat tell you?"
"Why do you want to know that?" I spluttered, unaware of what to say.
"Well... You... Actually sat there for fifteen minutes..."
"What!?"
"Um... Yeah... So... Anyway... What... did he say...?"
"He... Well... He told me I would do well in all four houses... And..." I paused for a moment then ended the sentence. "He... He told me that... That I was the hardest one to place since... Since Albus Dumbledore..."
"What?" Rose gasped, "since Professor Dumbledore? But he was a genius...! I mean, well..."
"I understand what you mean."
"Well I don't. I mean, I know that he was a great wizard and everything, but... What did he actually do? I mean, how was he really?" I answered before poor Rose had a chance to even open her mouth.
"Albus Dumbledore was headmaster at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, before that teacher in transfiguration(I think), he found the twelve uses of Dragon's blood and was very close to the famous alchemist Nicholas Flamel, who died at an age of sixhundred and sixtyfive years.Albus Dumbledore was at no doubt the smartest wizard that Hogwarts has ever seen. His father, Percival Dumbledore was caught by the ministry for hurting/killing(minns inte vilket, kan ni berätta?)three muggle teenboys and died in Azkaban. His brother, Aberforth had some goats and he now owns and works at "Hog's head" in Hogsmeade, the only town in Britain without any muggles where Hogwarts students is allowed to go in third year. His sister Ariana tradigcally died in a fight between Albus, Aberfort and Gellert Grindelwald who was then Dumbledore's friend. Dumbledore was famous not only for his skills and brains, but overall for the big duel with Grindelwald in year nineteen forty-five."
James looked stunned.
"Okay... Bet I understand better now..."
The game kept on for hours, but eleven o' clock we needed to go to the girl's room, me and Rose, and so we did, and the dark sky outside the window was filled with stars.
The only thing I dreamed of that night was a red-haired little boy who grew up to be a grey-haired man with a long beard and half-moon spectacles and for some reason a pair of warm big socks.


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Chapter Ten -- A Strange Night

On the landing, Frank turned right, and saw at once where the introducsers were: at the very end of the passage a door stood ajar, and a flickering light shone through the gap, casting a long sliver of gold across the blank floor. Frank edged closer and closer, grasping his walking stick firmly. Several feet from the entrance, he was able to see a narrow slice of the room beyond. The fire, he now saw, had been lit in the grate. This surprised him. He stopped moving and listened intently, for a man's voice spoke within the room; it sounded timid and fearful. "There is a little more in the bottle, my Lord, if you are still hungry." "Later," said a second voce. This, too, belonged to a man -- but it was strangely high-pitched, and cold as a sudden blast of icy wind. Something about that voice made the sparse hairs on the back of Frank's neck stand up. "Move me closer to the fire, Wormtail." Frank turned his right ear towards the door, the better to hear. There came the chink of a bottle being put down upon some hard surface, and then the dull scraping noise of a heavy chair being dragged across the floor. Frank caught a glimpse of a small man, his back to the door, pushing the chair into place. He was wearing a long black cloak, and there was a bald patch at the back of his head. Then he disappeared from sight again. "Where is Nagini?" said the cold voice. "I -- I don't know, my Lord," said the first voice nervously. "She set out to explore the house, I think..." "You will milk her before we retire, Wormtail," said the second voice. "I will need feeding in the night. The journey has tired me greatly." Brow furrowed, Frank inclined his good ear still closer to the door, listening very hard. There was a pause, and then the man called Wormtail spoke again. "My Lord, may I ask how long we are going to stay here?" "A week," said the cold voice. "Perhaps longer. The place is moderately comfortable, and the plan cannot proceed yet. It would be foolish to act before the Quidditch World Cup is over." Frank inserted a gnarled finger in his ear and rotated it. Owing, no doubt, to a build-up of earwax he had heard the word 'Quidditch' which was not a word at all. "The -- the Quidditch World Cup, my Lord?" said Wormtail. (Frank dug his finger still more vigorously into his ear..) "Forgive me, but -- I do not understand -- why should we wait until the World Cup is over?" "Because, fool, at this very moment wizards are pouring into the country from all over the world, and every meddler from the Ministry of Magic will be on duty, on the watch for signs of unusual activity, checking and double-checking identities. They will be obsessed with security, lest the Muggles notice anything. So we wait." Frank stopped trying to clear his ear out. He had distinctly heard the words 'Ministry of Magic', 'wizards' and 'Muggles'. Plainly, each of these expressions meant something secret, and Frank could think of only two sorts of people who would speak in code -- spies and criminals. Frank tightened his hold on the walking stick once more, and listened more closely still. "Your Lordship is still determined, Wormtail." There was a note of menace in the cold voice now. A slight pause followed -- and then Wormtail spoke, the words tumbling from him in a rush, as though he was forcing himself to say this before he lost his nerve. "It could be done without Harry Potter, my Lord." Another pause, more protracted, and then-- "Without Harry Potter?" breathed the second voice softly. "I see..." "My Lord, I do not say this in concern for the boy!" said Wormtail, his voice rising squeakily. "The boy is nothing to me, nothing at all! It is merely that if we were to use another witch or wizard -- any wizard -- the thing could be done so much more quickly! If you allowed me to leave you for a short while -- you know that I can disguise myself most effectively -- I could be back here in as little as two days with a suitable person--" "I could use another wizard, said the first voice softly, "that is true..." "My Lord, it makes sense," said Wormtail, sounding thoroughly relieved now, "laying hands on Harry Potterwould be so difficult, he is so well protected--" "And so you volunteer to go and fetch me a substitute? I wonder... perhaps the task of nursing me has become wearisome for you, Wormtail? Could this suggeston of abandoning the plan be nothing more than an attempt to desert me?" "My Lord! I -- I have no wish to leave you, none at all--" "Do not lie to me!" hissed the second voice. "I can always tell, Wormtail! You are regretting that you ever returned to me. I revolt you. I see you flinch when you look at me, feel you shudder when you touch me..." "No! My devotion to your Lordship--" "Your devotion is nothing more than cowardice. You would not be here if you had anywhere else to go. How am I to survive without you, when I need feeding every few hours? Who is to milk Nagini?" "But you seem to be much stronger, my Lord--" "Liar," breathed the second voice."I am no stronger, and a few days alone would be enough to rob me of the little health I have regained under your clumsy care. Silence!" A white fog appeared, everything went black, and then I saw the three of them again, this time in another angle. This man could talk to snakes. Frank didn't understand what was going on. He wanted more than anything to be back in his bed with his hot-water bottle. The problem was that his legs didn't seem to want to move. As he stood there shaking, and trying to master himself, the cold voice switched abruptly to English again. "Nagini has interesting news, Wormtail," it said. "In-indeed my Lord?" said Wormtail. "Indeed, yes," said the voice. "According to Nagini, there is an old Muggle standing right outside this room, listening to every word we say." Frank didn't have a chance to hide himself. There were footsteps, and then the door of the room was flung wide open. A short, balding man with greying hair, a pointed nose and small, watery eyes stood before Frank, a mixture of fear and alarm on his face. "Invite him inside, Wormtail. Where are your manners?" The cold voice was coming from the ancient armchair before the fire, but Frank couldn't see the speaker. The snake, on the other hand, was curled up on the rotting hearth-rug, like some horrible travesty of a pet dog. Wormtail beckoned Frank into the room. Though still deeply shaken, Frank took a firmer grip upon his walking stick, and limped over the threshold. The fire was the only source of light in the room; it was casting long, spidery shadows upon the walls. Frank stared at the back of the armchair; the man inside it seemed to be even smaller than his servant, for Frank couldn't even see the back if his head. "You heard everything, Muggle?" said the cold voice. "What's that you're calling me?" said Frank defiantly, for now that he was inside the room, now that the time had come for some sort of action, he felt braver; it had always been so kn the war. "I am calling you a Muggle," said the voice coolly. "It means that you are not a wizard." "I don't know what you mean by wizard," said Frank, his voice growing steadier. "All I know is I've heard enough to interest the police tonight, I have. You've done murder and you're planning more! And I'll tell you this too," he added on sudden inspiration, "my wife knows I'm up here, and if I don't come back--" "You have no wife," said the cold voice, very quietly. "Nobody knows you are here. You told nobody that you were coming. Do not lie to Lord Voldemort, Muggle, for he knows... He always knows..." "Is that right?" said Frank roughly. "Lord, is it? Well, I don't think much of your manners, my Lord. Turn round and face me line a man, why don't you?" "But I am not a man, Muggle," said the cold voice, barely audible now over the crackling of the flames. "I am much, much more than a man. However... why not? I will face you... Wormtail, come turn my chair around." The servant gave a whimper. "You heard me, Wormtail." Slowly, with his face screwed up, as though he would rather have done anything than approach his master and the hearth-rug where the snake lay, the small man walked forwards and began to turn the
chair. The snake lifted its ugly triangular head and hissed slightly as the legs of the chair snagged on its rug. And then the chair was facing Frank, and he saw what was sitting in it. His walking stick fell to the floor with a clatter. He opened his mouth. and let out a scream. He was screaming so loudly that he had never heard the words the thing in
the chair spoke, as it raised a wand. There was a flash of
green light, a rushing sound, and Frank Bryce crumpled. He
was dead before he hit the floor.

I woke up suddenly, it felt like I had been falling into my bed from over a hundred feet at least, and sweat ran down my face, neck and the rest of the body, my long dark brown hair was as wet as ot would have been if I would have taken a shower recently and it took me a while before I realized that Rose was hanging over me.
"Lily! Are you all right? You said something about... Quidditch World Cup... Old Muggle... And Lord Vol- You-know-who. I remembered my dream. But it was not my dream... It was Harry's. So why did I dream it?
"I... I don't know... It's very hot in here..." I felt vomit climbing up in my throut and rinning out through my mouth, and I vomited in the bed. I felt a big head ache coming up, and I was scared, really scared. What was happening to me? WHY DID this happen to me? Why did everything feel as it had done for Harry so many timesin the past...? The questions was spinning fast in my head like flies and my head ached really much, every single little oise, every sound echoed in my head.

Now I saw that Rose and Lily stood in a corner talking, but all I heard was zzzertooosheeek.... Because I could not catch the words they was saying. The last thing I heard and saw was that Lily said: "I'll go and fetch mum and dad!" and ran away with quiet steps, and Rose came back to my bed.

Then everything went black...

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"Lily. Lily, can you hear me?"
"Harry?" I whispered when I recognized James's father.
"How do you feel?"
"Um... No-t ve-very good..."
"D'you think we should send a message to her parents?" said Ginny to her husband.
"No..." I tried to say and my voice cracked. I opened my eyes and I saw Ginny take hold of Harry's arm. "Harry, come here for a minute," she said and dragged him away, out of the room.


------behind the door to the room, Harry's POV-------
I felt Ginny drag me out of the room.
"Harry!" she cried. "Can't you see it?"
"See what?" I said. Ginny rolled her eyes at me. "She looks like you!"
"No, I've got black hair an--"
"I don't mean the way she looks, stupid. I mean the way she's acting. She's actin' like you did, when you could look into Lord Voldemort's mind!"
"So what?" I sounded like I did NOT care about that part, but the truth behind my answer was I was scared.

"'So what?!'" Ginny yelled. "Don't you understand? Maybe she... Maybe she is like..."
"Like what?" I asked.
"...Like you..."
"What did Lily tell you she said, now again?"
"Something about Lord Voldemort, Wormtail--" I felt an anger growing up inside me, "--The Quidditch World Cup and an old Muggle named Frank Bryce. And you getting killed..."
"Strange..." I whispered. "It sounds kind of like my dream in fort year...."
"I know!" said Ginny. "Maybe... Well..."
Neither of us knew what to say. All I knew was that I had been wrong.

All was well? Not anymore....

Hej! Observera att drömmen är skriven av J.K. Rowling och att det är därför det står förkortningar som t. ex. 'didn't' för hob skrev så annars skulle jag aldrig skrivit så eftersom att det är talespråk men måste sluta nu, hejdå!
P.S. Tack igen för ert stöd!
P.S. 2. Kommer inget kapitel nästa vecka tyvärr, men jag lovar att lägga upp ett kapitel vveckan efter det!
Hejdå!