Hi everyone! I have a couple of things to say. First off, I'd like to thank everyone for reading my story in the first place, and I hope you enjoy it! Second, please reveiw! Remember, reviews make me a better writer!

Do I own Harry Potter? No! Do I want to own Harry Potter? No! I like my own characters and plots a lot better, well at least to write. To read, well I LOVE reading HARRY POTTER! Actually owning it wouldn't be so bad. You know the money... piles of shiny money... I'm not greedy! I swear I'm not! heehee Anyways, here's your story!

"It was a dark and rainy night and two wizards were walking down the streets of London on their way to Diagon Alley. Little did they know that a pair of cold calculating eyes were watching them. The two men continued walking and stepped out of the bright circle of light given by the street lamp into a spot of twilight darkness. The eyes knew that the moment had come and gathered it's large, powerful body into a gigantic leap. It landed with a dull thump in front of the men and turned to face them. The men gasped in shock. The creature was a dog, a huge, drooling dog with a coat as black as the night. It's eyes were a bloody shade of red and they were concentrated on the wizards. The wizards knew they were going to die."

A scream cut through the story abruptly. "Hermione would you be quiet!" shouted an irritated Ron. "I'm trying to tell a story here!"

"I'm s-sorry R-ron! It's just so horrible!"

"Calm down Hermione," reasoned Harry, "It's just a story."

"I k-know that," said Hermione. Ron snickered at her then opened his eyes wide pretending he was innocent when she turned a malicious glare on him.

"What are you three doing?" asked a voice. All three of the friends jumped.

"Oh it's you Ginny," said Harry. "You really scared us." Ginny smiled at him and went to go join him on his bed.

"I can't believe we'll be going back to school tomorrow," said Ginny as she took Harry's hand. Harry and Ginny were still close even if they weren't technically going out. After all, they liked each other and love is hard to break.

"I'm so excited!" said Hermoine. "You realize that me, Ron, and Harry are N.E.W.T students this year? We're going to be learning the advanced stuff now!"

"That just great," muttered Ron. "I can't do the simple stuff and now we're moving to advanced?" Harry gave Ron a sympathetic smile. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny continued talking for an hour or so but were interrupted by Mrs. Weasley opening the door to Harry and Ron's room and scolding them for not going to bed. Hermione and Ginny sorrowfully left the room to go to their own. The two girls trudged sorrowfully down the long, musty hall with their heads down and Mrs. Weasley scolding them the entire way.

"Well I guess we have to call it a night then Harry," said Ron back in Harry and Ron's room.

"Night Ron."

"Night Harry."

The lights were flicked out and the room was cast into total darkness except for the beam of moonlight shining through the open window. A few minutes later, the only sounds in the room were Harry and Ron's gentle breathing as they slept and an occasional playful breeze from the open window.

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Lily Potter watched her son drift slowly off to sleep. She sighed, a soft gentle sound that was heard by her husband, James, standing nearby. James walked over and put a comforting arm around her shoulders. She smiled at him and laid her head on his shoulder. They rested like this for a few moments. Then, Lily broke the silence.

"I wish I could hold him," she whispered. James just hugged her tighter. "I don't even remember holding him anymore," she said close to tears. "It was so long ago. We were taken apart far too soon," she whispered than broke into heart rending sobs. James patted her back trying to comfort her. There was nothing he could say that would help. They had been over this many times before. James hoped that their plea to return to life would be heard and fulfilled.

A few weeks ago, a very desperate James sent an owl to the Council of the Dead to ask them to allow Lily and him to return back to life. James knew that the council fulfilled very few pleas. After all, you couldn't have everyone going back to Earth now could you? He hadn't told Lily his plan. He couldn't see his wife get her hopes up and then have them crushed once again. Lily had tried to get back often before. Of course, none of those attempts had been successful. The Council had been rather mad with those attempts but James hoped that they were forgiven. Lily's snuffled began to die down as drowsiness overtook her. James sighed softly. She had cried herself to sleep once a week since they died. Soon, there was no sound except for the soft noise of Lily's breathing. James picked her up and carried her home.

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Meanwhile, in another part of the afterlife, the Council of the Dead were in deliberation. The seven members of the council sat in a lavish but comfortable office chatting softly when they had received James's owl. The letter was quickly read and debate began immediately among the members.

"We should let them go back," declared a woman with a compassionate face who looked to be in her twenties.

"Let them go back!" roared a middle aged man. "Let them go back after all those times they've tried to break afterlife law! I say not! That would be rewarding the guilty."

"But that was only because they are desperate to go back!" argued the first woman. "And this time they aren't breaking any laws. They are asking us to let them."

"And if we let them, other will think that there are no punishments for breaking our laws. Do you want that?" asked the man. The two continued to argue back and forth, back and forth, with an occasional comment from the other five members of the council. That is, all except for one of the members.

Finally, the last member spoke. He was a greatly respected member and whatever advice he gave was usually followed through. "I can see both sides to this," he said slowly and ponderously. "On one hand, James and Lily Potter were taken away too soon. They have not gotten to spend any time with their son and for a mother to be able to watch her child but not touch him is horrible. On the other hand, the two Potters have broken our laws and it would be a distinct implication to others that we do not enforce our laws. Plus, the two might tell their son and maybe others what happens when you die or maybe tell the ones still alive that you have a chance to come back. Now we just can't have the mortal world knowing this kind of information." He old man paused and smiled gently at the young woman. "I personally agree with Lora here. How could we deny parents their child?" Lora smiled at him. "But," he said sternly, "we must of course of conditions." A pause followed his speech and then a hum of talk like the busy buzzing of bees. The councilors were making their plans.

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The hooting of an owl brought Lily Potter, formerly Lily Evans, to a state of wakefulness. She opened her eyes slowly than blinked sleepily at the day. As she woke up, she began to notice her surroundings. She was on a soft, feather bed covered by a warm blanket that was rather tangled. The blanket was a soft green color that matched her eyes. James had loved the blanket on sight and after much begging from him; Lily had agreed to get it. Lily hated the blanket. She thought it was the ugliest thing ever, but of course, James loved it, and Lily loved James, so she put up with it. Lily sat up rubbing her eyes. She pushed back her long, brown hair so it wouldn't get in her eyes and got out of bed. She walked daintily towards the owl and took the letter tied to its leg.

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Potter,

We would like to inform you that you're request as been debated, and after much thought and consideration, we have decided to fulfill it. Please report to the Courts of Law exactly one week from now. Failure to show up will result in your request being denied.

Sincerely,

The Councilors of the Dead

Lily read the letter twice rather puzzled. The Councilors of the Dead? What did they want with her? Had they done anything wrong? The Courts of Law was where the Councilors met the public. This could be both a good thing and a bad thing. What did they mean by request? They hadn't made any requests!

"James," called a very confused Lily. "James!"

"Yes dear, what is it?"

"What is this?" James took the letter from her and scanned it quickly. A huge smile spread about his face.

"Lily! Lily! They fulfilled our request! They fulfilled it! We can go back! We can see Harry!" babbled James to a very confused Lily.

"What are you talking about? We never made a request?" James calmed down a bit and looked slightly ashamed.

"Well I did. Look, before you get mad," said James as he saw the storm signs appear on Lily's face, "I didn't want you to get your hopes up again!"

"What do you mean my hopes up?" said Lily suspiciously.

"I'd better explain from the beginning. A few weeks ago, I sent an owl to the Council of the Dead asking them to return us back to life so we could see Harry."

"You did what!" shrieked Lily.

"W-w-well I-I th-thought that you would be happy," stuttered a very nervous James eying Lily's wand hand. Lily laughed looking slightly crazy.

"You mean they granted us permission to go back to the mortal world!" shouted an ecstatic Lily. "I can't believe this! I really cannot believe," said Lily and then suddenly looked slightly angrily at her husband. "It is true is it not? You haven't been setting me up?"

James looked at her startled. "Have I ever done anything like that before?"

"Well," said Lily pausing, "there was that one time."

"What do you mean?" asked James indignantly.

"Oh never mind. Come on James! We have to prepare for our trip back to the mortal world!" shouted Lily grabbing James's hand and pulling him out of the bedroom.

So what do you think? This is my second fanfic and the first one didn't count cause I wrote it as a play and had to convert it. I didn't really add description to that piece. I mean, it's a play after all! Why won't fanfic let me put up plays? Ugh... Anyways, is there enough description in it? I really, really hope so but there doesn't really seem to be a lot to me. Maybe it's the way it's spaced... Also, are my chapters too short? Plz tell me! I hope you guys will review! Reviews make me a very happy bunny (or monkey, whichever works).

P.S. I realized that I wrote fully three pages and a bit more (on word)! Cool! Now I know about how many pages 2000 words is!