James and Lily Potter had sat down for the night, Lily drinking a hot chocolate as James swigged lazily out of a bottle of butterbeer. The red headed woman was lay across the oversize sofa, her red hair lying in the lap of her husband who was subconsciously running his fingers through it while watching the TV in front of him. On TV was 999, Michael Burke presenting stories of people surviving against the odds, heart-warming case studies which always made Lily feel better.
Lily herself was a healer at St Mungo's, originally in the wizarding hospitals equivalent of A&E or Casulalty she had recently transferred to the children's ward, an area which suited her so well. Lily was naturally a caring person, she never had kids herself but she enjoyed being around them. James was an Auror and the nature of their work meant the pair would never really be able to provide a stable homelife for any off spring. However, the Weasley clan where quite close to the Potter's and with their six children she had plenty of experience in a maternal role.
It was only 9.30 but lily was shattered, she had worked 9-6 today but it had been a bad day. A little red haired boy had been involved in an accident falling off a broomstick, it reminded Lily painfully of when Molly lost her youngest son. The red hair and freckles meant the 7-year-old boy didn't look too far off what Ron looked like when he died. The whole incident had brought it flooding back, the pain Lily felt must have paled into comparison with what Molly felt but it was sufficient. It was accidental but everyone blamed themselves, Ron was on the broom which somehow broke in mid-air leaving him to fall to earth, no one could have helped him.
James appreciated what Lily was like, when something like this had happened, something that screwed up her life, it was best to just leave her to sort it out. In her head she would reincorporate the data and carry on. Lily was one of those few people to whom talking about a situation made it 20 times worse. She would be all right in the morning; the woman would probably have that written on her gravestone at the end of her days.
The front room of Godric's hollow was orange, an organ piano and keyboard could all be found in the small room, despite the fact that neither James nor Lily possessed particular talent for any of them. The TV was in the corner underneath wall mounted shelves covered in books. The sofa in the middle of the room was covered with a throw and the small lamps and candles around the room made it seem to positively glow. Lily spent ages getting her house right, and now she had finally achieved her goal.
BANG!
The room was flooded with a brilliant white light that made Lily have to hide her face behind her arm. She could feel James automatically get up and pull out his wand, years of auror training at the forefront of his mind.