My eyes filckered open. I groaned as I painfully sat up and robbed my throbbing head. Then suddenly, everything came rushing back to me: the prphecy, the dream, Ariana. Feeling a wave of unsteadiness, I laid back down on the soft matress, and closed my eyes, trying to get rid of all my tumbling emotions.

I must have fallen asleep.

I woke up to a crashing nose. I stood up, got dressed, and hurried downstairs to find dad and uncle having a very animated argument.

"I don't think we should have told her. Ariana was unstable. What if Lily turns out to be the same?" said my dad.

"She won't because she's not the same person!" argued Albus.

I swung the door open and walked in: "You do know it's bad manners to talk behind someone's back."

"Lily," dad said. "You're awake."

"Obviously, unless I'm sleepwalking," I retorted.

An awkward silence settled in the room. The Albus spoke:

"I want to make this clear: Ariana and you aren't the same person. She chose her destiny, and you can chose your own. That doesn't change. You're still Lily."

"I don't think it's that simple."

"It's as simple as you want to make it. But Lily, you need to tell no-one about this. Not a soul."

"Sure."

"Not even your friends. Ariana had ... special abilities, and if people find out about this they might think you have them too. So no-one knows about this appart from us, got it?"

"Yep."