Dreams are Instructive

Synopsis: Lily's world is falling apart and al because of one stupid little dream that somehow seems to be common knowledge to all Hogwarts students by the end of the week…

Authors Note: Based wholly on a true story (my life for the past week and a half) but with a slightly different ending, as my ending didn't turn out how I planned- enough said. I do not own Lily, James, Sirius, Remus, Peter and Hogwarts even though secretly I do…not. I do however own Rose. Other people belong to themselves.

This is dedicated to all my friends who have been deeply involved with my life this week and special thanks to Kirsty and Sadia, and Paul for understanding my idiocy. Sorry if my spelling and grammar isn't up to scratch as I don't really contact any beta readers. I really hope you enjoy it and I promise in the next chapter it will pick up.

Lily had been having a very hectic day, it was the middle of the Easter holidays and she'd returned home for the holidays, mainly just to avoid any more head girl work and especially to avoid James Potter, surprisingly her new best friend and companion during her free lesson on Thursday afternoons. For some time Lily had been having feelings for him but she was worried it would ruin their friendship if she ever told him, she'd told her best friend, Kirsty, or rather Kirsty had merely guessed once Lily wouldn't take his eyes of him at Hogsmeade station.

Nearly all day Lily had been forced to look after Ben, the youngest member of the family, the tiny rabbit that wasn't even hers! Ben the bunny had been pissing all over the place and it had been Lilys job to do it as Petunia had been out all day with her friends and Harry well he was just a little "petunialette" 

'Lily, are you going to bed now?' Harry, her younger brother called up the stairs, Lily groaned, pulling herself out of her spacious new bed and to the landing to gaze down at the nuisance that was her thirteen-year-old brother.

'Well, trying to,' she said imploringly, her dark red hair swinging over the banister 'it's a quarter past ten,' Lily added looking at the clock on the landing 'shouldn't you be in bed?'

'Petunia said I could stay up,' Harry answered 'goodnight,' and he wandered back into the sitting room where Lily could here the radio blaring on about some murder mystery show.  Lily disliked Petunia, she was such a hypocrite and insisted and insisted on doing everything the exact opposite of what Lily did, whether it was liking tomato soup or if it was telling your little brother to go bed and Petunia would instantly let him stay up an extra hour just to annoy Lily.

Lily soon drifted of to sleep.

She tossed and turned in her sleep before she had the dream.

*DREAM*

 (From Lily's p.o.v. as it is her dream, and mine but not with J!)

I had entered a classroom and turned to face him, he held me in his arms quickly, gazing at me for a long time and I couldn't control myself as I leaned forward and kissed him with what have must bin months of built up passion because I didn't let go for what seemed like forever. His lips were moist and his hands had dropped to my waist, my arms draped around his neck. I then slowly started to unbutton his shirt, all the time kissing him frantically and I hoped he'd never stop as his lips began to wander over my neck with abandon, I had successfully unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor, already he had his hand up the back of my blouse, we broke apart and I said.

'Don't stop,'

It was then I realised.

It was James.

I was kissing my best friend.

(End of dream and Lily's p.o.v.)

'James,' Lily cried softly, her eyes snapped open and realisation dawned on her. Clutching her covers tightly Lily rolled over trying desperately to get back to sleep but found that every time she closed her eyes she saw the image of her kissing James. Not having any realisation of time Lily jumped from her bed as if it were on fire and crossed to the window where she kept her kestrel, Kels.

Taking her quill she began to write a short letter to her best and possibly only trustworthy friend, Kirsty Dawson, a half and half witch from the east end of London and would ask her advice as she knew James just as well as Lily did and surely would help her. Lily didn't care if it was in the middle of the night she was freaked out. (In my life we texted but I'm not about to royally screw up the seventies with putting txt msgs in here).

Dear Kirsty,

Had weird dream. I was kissing James and…and other things…I have a feeling if I hadn't woken up I would've slept with him, how weird, do you think it was a sign and should I tell him or what? I need to tell someone, I do like him but what do I do!! God!! I need your advice Kirst and please don't tell anyone, especially James about this.

Thanks,

Lily

Lily then realising it was the middle of the night (after sending the letter) clambered back into bed and wasn't expecting such a hasty reply.

Dear Lily,

Fucking hell!

I wouldn't act on this dream, you know, like I wouldn't tell him and certainly wouldn't let it influence you and your friendship with him. I'll try and drop subtle hints to him if you like in Divination when we get back after the holidays. It is just a dream Lily and now that you've told me it cant come true can it? I know how much you like him so I reckon you were thinking about him at some point in the day and you just…just dreamt about him. I mean I've known you before to have dreams about snogging every member of the Baycity Rollers before so…I mean we all know none of us are ever gonna get with any of them so. Just don't tell him yet, okay?

Send reply back in the morning, Remus is staying over

Kirsty Dawson XxXxXxXxX

Lily folded up the letter satisfyingly and decided to take Kirstys advice or would she?

Authors Note: It will pick up the next chapter and after this chapter its all Lily's point of view and no one else's so embarrassment is on the way, something I'm quite familiar with of late. I hope you liked it and it will get better and Lily will become more herself in the next chapter.

Halle