A/N: Credz to imbeingsirius and her FB page, 'Harry Potter and the page of stories'. Don't own HP.
Lilies
A loud pop was heard, and a tall, bespectacled man appeared. He shook his hair out of his eyes before starting towards his old home.
It had been twenty years since the final fall of Lord Voldemort, but to Harry Potter it felt like it had been only yesterday, and that explained why he was always wary of his surroundings.
Harry visited Godric's Hollow at least twice a year, a bunch of freshly picked lilies in his hands. Slowly he made his way to the old graveyard… he was never certain of his feelings when he came here.
His eyes flicked over the names on the graves. Some names still familiar to him, and he always wondered if they were related to those he knew… or had known.
There they were.
Lily Evans-Potter
James Potter
And, finally…
Severus Snape.
"Hi, mum." He said softly. "Dad." His gaze shifted to the next grave. "Professor."
Harry had insisted on Snape being buried next to his great love… the woman he'd fought for all his life. The real reason Harry was still alive, and well, and had a family.
Harry sat down between the graves.
"Ginny sends her love." He said, and he told them about what had happened the past few months. James and Fred had been given more detentions than Harry and the actual Weasley twins put together, and they had retained their positions on the Qudditch team as beaters. Albus had made the Quidditch team too, seeker, and his best friend, Scorpius, would be visiting them for Christmas. Lily was a Potions Extraordinaire , this he said almost fondly. He'd passed on some of the Half-Blood Prince's secrets to her – those he could remember, anyways.
Much later he got up and put the lilies on Snape's grave.
"Thank you, sir, for everything."
Harry would then leave the graveyard, his heart lighter somehow, but fighting tears. Happy tears. He knew they were happy.