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Lily Evans (just_lily) wrote in silverage,

She exhaled softly. Emerald eyes swept around the area, and she toyed lightly with her mug before she shook her head. "It's complicated," she began. She imagined there'd be a couple of pauses for clarification, but it wasn't like she had anything against telling the story to someone else displaced from their own world.

"From what my friend told me ..." She frowned, because she'd have to go farther back than that. Maybe not all the way to her blood status because that wasn't relevant, but the war. "Well, all right, sliding back before that. The place where I'm from is at war. There's a sect of dark wizards, mostly purebloods, but anyone who believes in the filth Voldemort is spouting is supporting him.

"There's another group opposing him. Mostly underground, because flouting that we're against him is dangerous. He's out to take over the world, kill off all the non-magical sorts, the people of lesser blood, and we're doing our level best to stop him." She paused to take a sip of her drink, though the hot chocolate wasn't hot any more.

"Apparently at some point someone comes up with a prophecy, and Voldemort decides the prophecy is about ... is about my son." Lily lapsed into silence for a moment, gazing down at the table. "So we go into hiding, and ..." She blinked, but wasn't surprised to see a tear landing on the table. "We put our lives into the hands of a man who betrays us. He sells us out. Voldemort finds us, and kills us. Somehow ... somehow my son survives," she whispered.

"So when we go back," she said after she'd cleared her throat and wiped the tears off her cheeks. "We're going to change it. To stop the prophecy, if we can, or ... or not put our trust in Peter, or ... or do whatever we have to." She'd delay Harry's birth if she could, if it would work that way. Anything, everything to make it not end that way.