I can't bear witness to our death

"You've got nowhere to go, silly girl," a cold voice, freezing her in place. 

The door of their backyard wouldn't open. She was locked in. She turned the knob this way and that, applied all the unlocking spells she knew, rattled the door — it wouldn't budge. 

It was over in no time.

Lily speculated about what was happening to her while she woke up on another Halloween. It was no dream, she was certain. Dreams tended to dissipate within hours — or, if particularly persistent, days — they did not stand out so clearly detailed in her mind.

Was she having visions?

Lily had no experience in this field. She didn't think James did either, but asked him about prophetic dreams anyway.

"Dreams? I don't believe... wait. Oh, how could I forget? My grandfather had a vague dream of when I would be born, it was my favourite story to hear when I was a child."

"Oh, that's sweet... Were there any other incidences?"

"Ah... nope, I don't think so," said James. "Are you... having such - prophetic dreams?"

"Well," said Lily, uncertain of how to proceed, "I thought I was, but it's less like a certain future and more a memory - less like a dream - and it's of the rest of today and.." she sighed, "I don't know how to explain this without sounding utterly... bonkers." She snorted.

James frowned, "You know you can tell me anything."

"I know that... I just don't know how to tell you because I don't understand it myself..." Lily hid her forehead in her hands. "I don't know what's going with me."

He touched a spot on her arm, near her elbow. A soft gesture diffusing love and warmth.

She inhaled a shaky breath.

She remembered the grandfather clock displaying eight nineteen while James left, she remembered her thoughts as she awoke, she remembered the beast of anxiety consuming her whole, and she remembered the plan she hatched with James.

She remembered the bright green Killing curse zipping through the air.

She relayed it all to James.

Silence.

"You're saying...?" James found it hard to grasp it.

"I don't know what's happening. Maybe I'm delusional, it's the war, us locked in here - and I've lost all my senses... I don't know." Her chest heaved, her eyes tearing up.

"Love," said James.

She stood, he stood, they moved at once away from the dining table. Lily threw her arms around him and he hugged her in a fierce embrace.

"We'll figure it out, Lily. We'll figure it out."

"It's so hard not knowing... and three times, Voldemort has killed us all — "

He squeezed her, "Shh." He swayed the two of them. "I don't understand it either but... there's hope, Lily, there always is. We'll do it right this time."