Lily didn't care that her Dad was dead, because she had her mom, Ginerva. She was both her mother and her father. Not to mention she told the best stories, about Wizards and Witches, of a great scholar and his death, and her all time favorite, the one she hold told her about when she was ten: The One About The Boy Who Lived.

Lily to this day, couldn't tell you what had happened next but she did see her Mother running toward her, she felt the clash of her Mother body against her own, so close that the familiar sent of their home burned the inside her her nostrils, and then it felt as if Lily was taken for the roller coaster ride of her life.