A Harry Potter Love Story: Gracie Style 2 *Completed*

Chapter 18

"Where are we?" I whispered, looking around the pensive. I saw a park that looked vaguely familiar, then I saw Spinner's End. "Hey! That's Spinner's End and, this must be where he grew up."

"Is that, is that my mum?" Harry was staring across the park where a small redhead sat on a swing, jumping off and playing while a grumpy, younger version of Petunia watched. I smiled as I watched her, Lily, create a little flower in her palm, something I used to do when I was little. I nodded, watching them.

"You're a freak Lily! I'm going to tell Mummy!" Petunia shrieked, running away from my boyfriend's mother. I glared after her, noticing Lily sniffle.

"You aren't a freak. I know what you are, you're a witch." A pale, hook nosed and sallow skinned Snape came out from behind the tree. I frowned, wondering where this was going, and then the memory shifted. Lily and Snape lay under a tree in Spinner's End. I noticed they were holding hands and he was making her laugh. I took Harry's and squeezed it comfortingly, seeing his face. He's starting to understand, but I know he's still confused.

Suddenly, a contraction hit and I felt immensely bad. I let out a loud squealing sound right as the pair said something, meaning Harry missed it. He turned to me abruptly, picking me up like he was going to drag me out of the pensive. However that isn't happening. I slapped his hands away as the memory changed again. I saw Lily on the sorting stool, and Snape was already at the Slytherin table. "Gryffindor!" The hat shouted, suddenly I saw them. I saw Dad and Uncle James, I saw Uncle Moony and worst of all. Pettigrew. They were all ecstatic as James clapped cheerily. I giggled a bit, seeing how his whole face lit up. Harry cracked a smile, kissing my cheek and wrapping his arms around my waist. I distinctly heard James tell Dad.

"I'm going to marry Evans."

"Yeah right." Dad snorted, rolling his eyes. Then I looked to Snape. His face was absolutely heartbroken, and I listened to catch what he would say.

"She was never going to be in this house anyway." He sighed, turning to the others getting sorted. And Lily. Poor Lily didn't sit with any of the others at Gryffindor table. She sat on the end, alone and right behind him. Snape and Lily sat across from each other with their backs turned and looking depressed. I imagined being put in a different than Harry, Ron or Mione. Oh. A different house than Nat. Cue the shudders.

"Poor Lily." I murmured, watching her as she pushed her food around her plate without eating. Harry nodded, squeezing me tighter as we watched. The memory shifted again, they were in a corridor off the transfiguration wing and the Marauders ran by.

"Hey Evans!"

"Hey Evans!"

"Yeah. Hey."

"Good morning Lily." Remy chuckled, all of them running by. I winced as James accidentally ran into Lily, knocking all of her books out of her hands.

"My bad Evans." He called, not helping her pick them up. Lily glared after the four while her best friend, Snape, picked up her books for her. Sighing, she finally bent down to help him and thanked him. The two started grumbling about how big of a toerag 'Potter' was together as they walked down the hall, making me giggle.

"No wonder it took them seven years to get together. They were prat when they were, what are they? Twelve, eleven?" I laughed, watching as the memory faded again. My laughing stopped as a thunderstorm raged and Snape stood before Dumbledore, all grown up.

"Please! You have to protect her!" He called, tears streaming down his face. "Potter too, and the boy. I don't care, just make sure she's safe."

"And why, should I trust you?" I felt my eyes go wide as the tone of Professor Dumbledore. It was icy cold, disbelieving and untrusting. I'd never heard it like that before, ever. It was a bit scary, to be honest.