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Chapter Seven

"You should know, Evans, that I don't think Mum would approve of any midnight trysts in my room," were James's first words to me when he opened his bedroom door. It was very tempting to turn around and walk away (unless I had a sign that said "Please! Sexually harass me!" written on my back. Now that I thought about it, it could be written on my front too. I looked down, but there was no sign), but I needed something from him. I gritted my teeth and gave him my best, "Shame on you!" look.

"Right, right. The deal. But you're the one who was knocking on my door," James replied.

"I need to ask you something," I said, "about Amy."

James's expression grew darker. "Fine, come in," he said, opening his door wider. I gulped and entered, making sure to keep away from the bed. Although I doubt he'd try anything, I'd rather avoid any "Lily was in my bed this summer!" comments. Can't make it too easy on the boy, after all. 

"What do you want to know?" he asked me as he stood across from me. He offered me one of the chocolate frogs sitting on the table, but I declined. James shrugged before taking one for himself.

"There's something not quite right here. What happened?" I said.

"I don't know what you mean," James replied, "We're just taking Amy in for the summer."

I sighed. This wasn't working. What should I do? Make a move on him? Tell the truth? James Potter was definitely not on the list of people I would tell. And yet, somehow, it seemed like the right thing to do, even if he did think me mad. I probably was mad for telling him.

"I can see ghosts," I told him. It was amazing how those four words could be packed with so many emotions.

"Hate to break it to you, Lily, but everyone at Hogwarts can. Remember Nearly Headless Nick?" James said, giving me a weird look.

He wasn't going to make this easy for me, was he?


"Yes, you can see ghosts. You can see the ones that are supposed to be seen. I can see all ghosts," I explained. He gave me a long look before answering, "Okay."


Okay? "Wait, that's it? You believe me?" I asked incredulously. Actually, forget what I'd said before. This was ridiculously easy, considering I was thinking that it would take me ages to convince him.

"I've caused enough mischief to tell when someone is being genuine. At the very least, you definitely believe you can see ghosts," he said. Okay, so not quite convinced yet. But still, it was a lot of progress. Maybe later I'd tell him about the fountain of ghosts, as I'd started calling it.

"Tonight, while I was playing with Amy, I noticed the ghost of a little boy behind her," I continue.

"Merlin, you can see ghosts," he breathed, "how else would you have known about Alex?"

"What happened to him? Alex?" I asked.


"He was Amy's brother. He was murdered by Death Eaters," James said, still looking at me a bit dazed. Which was annoying, let me tell you. He was looking at me like this ability made me not human.

"No," I said, startling us both. I hadn't meant to let that slip out of my mouth, I wasn't even aware I'd been thinking it. And yet, the second it came out of my mouth, I knew it to be true. "Something else must have happened."

"Did he tell you that?"

"Of course not," I waved my hand through the air as if I was dismissing that notion. "He can't really talk yet, and I'm no seer or mind reader. I've just seen a lot of ghosts." I decided not to tell him that for most of those ghosts, I'd pretended I couldn't see them. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

"Most of my family is out there right now trying to find who did this to him. Are you saying I should tell them to stop because of your abilities?" he asked, pacing around. Although his words might have sounded rude, they weren't, really. I could tell that he was just stressed out and confused. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I actually pitied him.


"No. I'm saying that you should keep an open mind while I figure out what happened to him. Let me help, James," I pleaded him.

"We," James said.


"You said 'let me help,' but I want to be a part of this, too. He's my cousin, after all," he reminded me.

It must have been the pity that made me say the next words. "Alright. But we'll start tomorrow. I need to go to bed," I said as I started walking towards his door. "Night, James," I said before closing the door.


Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

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