Disclaimer: I dont own any characters from the Harry Potter franchise.

Note: Lily Luna Potter is one year older in this fanfiction than she is at the end of the books :D

The little girls long blonde hair whipped behind her as she ran joyfully though the hallowed halls of the grand castle. She had waited years to finally walk in the halls that her mother walked in, to sit in the desks that her father had sat in, and learn the ways of magic that both of them had in the past. Just to think for a minute that her parents might have walked on the same brick floors as her gave her the shivers. Perhaps even some of the great headmasters had walked here too. Severus Snape and Albus Dumbledoor. Lilly's father had always raved about them. He would tell her stories about them all the time. According to her father, they were the bravest wizards that he had ever met.

But of course, there were other stories. Ones that her father had never spoken of to her, but James had told her instead. When she was smaller, he would sneak into her brother and her rooms, and tell them stories that would make her skin crawl. The awful things that had happened at this castle. Awful, awful things. It was hard to even listen to, and she would have nightmares about them, as if she were there beside her father when he looked death right in the eyes. He would suffer, she would see him writher in pain, held by the demon of death in a graveyard and she could do nothing but watch. Mother said that because of her fathers strong memory, the dreams had been past on to her, but she was not so sure. Perhaps it was the gift of telepathic transmission, or perhaps the memories had been pasted on to her. But either way, they were anything but a blessing in her mind.

It was still hard, very hard for everyone to believe that the dark lord was finished. Many people still asked about him, to her father. People would corner him on streets and ask about the 'Battle of Hogwarts.' Her father was not very keen on talking about this in public. Although he was a very brave man, the dark lord was still one of his weaknesses. Remembering the events was not a pleasant task. Her mother has told her that it took a very long time for father to learn to accept all of the people who had sacrificed their lives for him, or had been exposed to the evil of Voldemort himself. She told her that her father still has nightmares. As she makes her way out the glistening green grounds, she cannot thank anyone enough for letting not just her father, but her family live.