The memory faded out, and the real older Lily woke in her bed feeling slightly refreshed but a little disturbed by her dream. Looking back on the snivelling young Lily, she felt deeply embarrassed. Thankfully nobody but Albus had seen her like that, and now she was much sterner and braver. On the other hand, James had gone further down his dark path, Albus tried to speak to him but was never convinced of the harm he was doing to himself, and Harry, her father, thought much the same. By the time they did start to see things her way, it was already too late. She forgave Albus, he was younger and less responsible for James, but she could not forgive her father, Harry, and added it to her list of grievances against him.