Exactly one year after the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry and Ginny where visiting the Burrow. It was early in the morning and everyone else was asleep as Harry made his way down to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. As he turned to sit at the small, shabby kitchen table, Harry almost dropped his coffee cup. There were two familiar faces staring at him. Familiar, shadowy faces. "Wh-what," Harry stammered. "We're here for only a little while, sweetie. Just to see how you are doing." the ghost of Lily Evans-Potter said to her son. "It's okay, Harry. We're really here." James said to Harry. "Come sit with us and talk."
Harry walked slowly to the table and sat down in shock. "Mom, dad." he whispered. James and Lily just smiled at him, letting him come to terms with what was happening at his own pace. "How long are you here for?" Harry asked, finally realizing they were really there. "Only for a few hours," Lily answered sweetly. "How's Remus, Sirius, and Tonks?" Harry asked hungrily, wanting all the news he could get. "They are all fine. The same as always." James laughed, a sparkle in his eye.
Harry spent seven hours in the company of his parents, asking many questions and answering just as many asked by James and Lily. When they had to leave, James and Lily hugged their son in turn. They both touched Harry's heart and Lily said, "We'll always be in here. All of us. Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Dumbledore, Dobby, Fred, dad, and I." With that, James and Lilly Potter turned on the spot and disappeared. A single tear slid down Harry's face. Not a tear of sadness, but a tear of happiness, for he now knew that the loved ones he had lost were doing just fine.