Last night I dreamt I was Lily Potter.
We were at a party outdoors, and there were several really long tables with white tablecloths lined up next to each other, and lots of people. I was standing beside James, holding baby Harry in my arms, and we were facing Dumbledore. Everyone seemed really happy, and Dumbledore patted Harry’s head, smiled at us, and said, “He’s beautiful; and he has your eyes.”
I’m not interested in being a mother myself, but in the dream…it felt so real. I can still feel Harry in my arms. I can remember what it was like to be so happy there with James. And while standing there, I was thinking that Dumbledore was going to end up making a wonderful grandfather-figure for Harry…not realizing, of course, that Harry would soon be parentless.
But then I was in a different situation and having what I suppose was a nervous breakdown. I had suddenly had a bit of mother’s intuition or something, and I just knew that something was going to happen to James and me. I was freaking out and crying, and I didn’t know where James was, so I ran to Sirius, and I was just sobbing and asking him to please watch out for Harry if something did happen to us. He was really solemn about it, telling me to calm down, and that everyone was frightened–we were in the middle of a war–but that we were going to be okay…and I just knew he was wrong….
There was a lot more to it than that, but those are the only portions I can remember exactly. It was so sad, and I wanted to cry when I woke up. But now I feel this weirdly deep connection to Lily Potter, which is strange because, seeing as how she’s dead, she’s not a very major character in the series.