Over the high-pitched resonance that is James Potter there an unheard frantic thumping and a shrieked, "JAMES!" in the same terrified tone that her husband had; she had obviously heard the scream of warning that came from her husband. She ran down the staircase in only her underclothing, clutching a small throw blanket over her torso while holding her wand in the other. Lily was puzzled and unnerved as she sped down the hall, for there was no sound. She slowed down and crept towards the back room. The door was emanating a soft hue of red in between the cracks. As if she passed an invisible line, an array of sounds exploded from behind the door to the room. When she opened the door, it made a loud creaking noise. Lily winced.