A/N: And so the long awaited Questfallen returns! This is the eposide of Lily, James, the whole gang! Welcome to new readers of the fanfic and old alike. I originally put up this story last year around July-August, however, it got deleted on my old account (And So The Wolf Howls). Therefore, I am reposting it. Yet another year of school and such has therefore making me a better writer- so do not fret if you don't see things exactly the same. Of course I'm correcting spelling and adding new things. Also, my computer does not seem to recall the last two or three chapters I have of this thing, so the ending will be as much as I can remember it the same, and yet different. If you remember it from before, please email me all you can remember! That will be greatly appreciated. And I hope you all enjoy this!
Okay, I was never one to admit that I was afraid of dying. I mean, sure, it's weird and creepy and everyone hates it- but I never really actually feared it. Now I know how very wrong I was.
It's been sixteen years. Sixteen miserable years by my lonesome. Just floating around, lost, you could say. Does this happen to everybody? I don't know. But I know I don't like it. And what about my family? Are they alright? Did he get them? The questions bubble up inside of me, waiting for me to explode. Yet I can't. I don't even have a body anymore.
I remember dying, or a little bit of it, or what I thought was dying. I remember screaming, the green light, never leaving my eyes, Harry crying, and him laughing. I wasn't dead immediately. I saw him shrink into a puddle onto the floor, his eyes never leaving mine, and for a moment I saw that he didn't mean all he was doing, although he was, indeed, the most evil person on the planet- Muggle world or no.
Harry's forehead was bloody. That's all I remember. Then, one could say I "died."
A few bare seconds after my death I wasn't at my house anymore, Harry wasn't with me. I was in a place- The Department of Mysteries, I'm sure of it. And then, suddenly I walked into something, and then I was transported into a black hole that I am currently stuck in. There was a notice on the wall. It read that in order to have my death in peace, I needed to use my brain. Whatever that meant. Please. Was this some trick Dumbledore was playing on me to see if I was ready when he did come to call? But everything seemed so real.
Well, it's been sixteen years. And I'm still in the same mess.
I don't know what I look like. I've looked down to see if I can catch a glimpse of my legs, my body, my hands, but I see nothing. That's me. Nothing. I don't know why I can't see me. Even when I was wrapped in James's invisibility cloak I could see an outline of myself that no one else could see (unless you were Mad-Eye, of course), but now I'm just, as stated before, nothing. Am I still Lily Evans Potter? Or am I just a floating brain? I don't get hungry anymore- and I don't recall blinking or sleeping, but I do think, and I can move, and I can see.
This is the strangest thing by far that has ever happened to me.
A/N: I suppose, unfortunately, I do not own the Harry Potter series as well.
Damn.