Something is going on.

(5.) Strange dream and a little girl

Severus' pov.)

After the Marauders left, Lily and I decided to just go back to our common rooms and see if anyone noticed anything suspicious about the Marauders recently. No one, as expected, seen anything out of the ordinary except there was not jinx's it pranks being pulled much. Except Black.

It took like fifty minutes to get Regulus Black to tell me what he noticed about the four Marauders. Even then it wasn't much, he's as stubborn as both Potter and his older brother put together. It was just that there hasn't been any jinx's or spells being thrown at Slytherins and that the marauders seemed was quieter than usual. He wouldn't tell me anything else, so I just left him alone and went into my dorm to read.

'I hope Lily found out more than me.' I thought as I dive into the muggle book Lily loaned me to read, disguised as a Potions book ofcourse. This muggle fairytale book is oddly captivating. Lily said it helped her get lost in her own little world every time she needed a break or when she felt down.

I read until my other dorm occupants come into the room, then I shut my curtains and continue. My thoughts began to get hazy with sleep so I place the book on my nightstand and go do my short nightly ritual. As soon as I got back to my bed, I drifted to sleep almost instantly. Randomly, the marauders came into mind, or perhaps a certain Marauder.

In my dream, I dreamt that I was in this big mansion like house and I seen Potter with a little girl with the same hair as him, unruly and inky black. Her hair was down to the middle of her back and she was laughing at something he was doing. 'Potter looks way younger than he did earlier.' I thought as I move to see both the little girls face and Potters.

His face is not guarded at all and it is happier that I have ever seen it be. He was making this white plush doll dance with his hands and sparks flew from the dolls delicate hands when it done a flip. He made it do a little bow at the end of it's performance and the little girl clapped her hands excitedly. It started again but now Potters hands was not on it, they was resting on his thighs.

"Bubba, do it again?!" The little girl asked Potter in an excited voice. Bubba? Is this little girl James F. Potters younger sister? I could have swore that the Potters only consisted of James Potters parents and himself.

"Maybe tomorrow, RoseMarie. Its time for you to go to bed now."

"Aww, pleaseeee?" The girls eyes eyes went wide and I could see his resolve failing him.

"No, Rose. Tomorrow I'll show you more tricks." Potter said, scooping up the girl and the now motionless doll, leading me to where a purple and blue room was decorated with banners and stuffed dolls. Potter tucked in the girl —RoseMarie— into her bed and a nightlight went on by the corner of the bed.

"Jamie?" I was about to follow Potter out of the door but watched as he turned back around and looked at his sister.

"Yeah, Marie?" His head was tilted and the nightlight was reflecting perfectly through the lenses of his glasses and into his hazel eyes.

"Do you think the Ministry will hurt you again to get to me? They are supposed to be the good guys right, bubba?" Her eyes was filled with wariness and sadness with innocence.

"I don't know, Marie, but I do know that they'd have to get through me before they can lay a finger on you. I promise I won't let anyone hurt you. "

"I love you ,big brother." RoseMarie said as she drifted off to sleep.

"I love you too, little sister." James choked back a sob and I woke up in my own bed with tears going down my face.