tiger lilies
Who: Lily Evans and Severus Snape
What: Um, first meetings, kinda.
Where: Shoot me
When: Now?
Warnings/Status: TBD/Started



None of this made any sense, not in the least and Lily was sure she was dreaming or dying all over again. It certainly felt like it... to some extent as she hadn't actually felt anything when the green jet struck her... Well that was a lie, she felt the burden in her heart that told her James was dead, the heaviness had lingered, only dulled subtly by the love she bore for her son. What had happened to him afterward? Did he survive? If so, who raised him? What kind of person was he? These were the thoughts that plagued the redhead as she lingered around the Ministry, unwilling to accept what was happening and yet.. somewhere deep down was sure she wasn't dreaming. Where was James though? Harry?

It was ridiculously cold and she was wearing only the clothes the Ministry had provided for her, which wasn't much but it was better than walking about starkers in this foreign world. She'd been given basic rules of compliance, no wandering the streets alone, well fantastic, what was she supposed to do? Sit around the Ministry and wait for someone to come pick her up like some night walker?

Right, well none of that. She was uncertain about what was going on, where she was even though it looked like London and not at the same time, but she was also a former Gryffindor and contained a lot of courage and daring. She was naturally bold, and so she'd dared wander outside of the Ministry at last, worried and wondering about where she was going to go. The year 3000... Lily's green eyes swiveled around the buildings then up to the sky, wondering why it wasn't falling down.. or being swallowed by a black cloud.

"Oh James," she sighed wistfully then carefully pulled the hood over her head to stem her brilliant red hair.