Lily can feel the baby. Funny, despite the fact that many of my future memories have become blurry, in my adult memory I can distinctively remember being able to feel myself kicking Harry bleeding Potter, I don't think I did, but I though about it enough for it to feel real. He's kicking her, and I will spend the rest of my life wanting to kick him.
I feel like I'm sitting on a ticking time bomb. And the fuse will be lit as soon as Sybill gives the prophesy. Wait. I've mixed my explosion metaphors. Regardless, this is an intense waiting game. I'm trying so hard to lay low. Be as unnoticed as possible, effect as little change as possible. Except for whatever I can do to get as close to Lily as I can. Aside from people still buying potions from me, she is almost the only person I see now, unless compelled to interact with DE. Though I realise for Voldemort to listen to me about certain things I'm going to need to start making more of an appearance there.
The other big worry right now is Peter. He doesn't seem to be around as much as he should be, and I haven't even seen him with his friends, actually. Certainly less than when we were at school. Need to step up those efforts.
The list grows and the timing of each event is frighteningly crucial. I wonder how Harry Planter is handling the pressure.