Yay, new story! How exciting! This idea has been sitting in my very crowded head for a while now, and so I finally dragged my lazy self to the computer because I just know that you guys are going to love it. Or at least I hope you will. The chapters will be in chronological order, meaning who died first to last. This is sort of an introduction as to how I imagine this world to be structured.

Disclaimer: Do I really seem like I could have written Harry Potter? That would be amazing, but, sadly, I am not J.K. Rowling in disguise.

A tall, young man with messy black hair swirled his fingers absentmindedly in the cloudlike substance on which he lay. He looked up into the cloudless, starless sky over his head, a void expanse of blue somewhere between day and night. James Potter was bored. Very bored. He got to his feet and paced back and forth before flopping down again and peering over the edge of the cloud bank. There appeared to be nothing there- only an endless expanse of dark, royal blue sky speckled with pinpricks of light below him. However, when James stuck his finger in and swirled it around, the sky rippled like liquid.

"Harry Potter," he whispered, speaking the name with a loving tone that only a father could have. The sky below reformed into an image of a small cupboard, barely big enough for a bed, but it was as if James was seeing it from above. The image had depth, too, like he could jump into it and stand right beside the boy who looked so much like his father. The boy who lay on that bed, asleep.

James felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up at the woman who'd joined him: She was beautiful, with loving green eyes and wavy red hair that flowed down her back weightlessly. "Watching Harry again?", she asked. James looked up at her.

"I wish we could be there with him," he said longingly.
Lily Potter nodded with a sad sort of smile.

"I have a great view now," James said with a wink, gesturing to Lily. She rolled her eyes and sat down beside him. "He's got your eyes," James mumbled.

"He's asleep!"
"Well, yeah, but we've known since the day he was born."
Lily reached down, feeling as if she was dipping her arm into liquid starshine, and brushed a bit of Harry's black hair away from his face. He stirred but didn't wake. James wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"There's so much he doesn't know," Lily said sadly. "Not where he comes from, or even how we- er-"
Usually quite composed, even Lily found it difficult to refer to her own death. It still felt odd; the very idea that she was dead. It was so impossible to wrap her mind around that she'd stopped trying. James, however, understood.

"I know," he said. "I knew your sister was a - from the time I met her." Here he called Petunia something that caused Lily to swat him on the arm. There wasn't much force behind it, though, because to be honest, she agreed.

James pushed the glasses that he wore, even in death, higher up his nose. Although he could now see just as well without them, Lily had surmised that they were such a trademark of his, he'd look strange without them. "I wonder how Moony and Padfoot are doing," he mumbled.

"Well, we know how Sirius is doing", Lily said darkly. "It won't be full moon for another two weeks, though."

Here she was, of course, referring to Remus. James felt sorry for his friend, who believed himself the last loyal Maurader; as far as he, and the rest of the Wizarding world, knew, two of the original Mauraders were dead and the third might as well be.

"Sirius Black", he said aloud, swirling the liquid image of his son. The image changed; now they were above a prison cell, where a lone figure sat in one corner with his head down and his hands chained to the wall.

Sirius was so different from the laughing, smiling prankster and daredevil that James had once known. His famously good looks were gone, his general appearance gaunt and haggard, and the hair he'd once been so proud of hung in tangled mats around his shoulders. His eyes had grown dark and his face blank, all traces of joy and life gone from James' best friend. He felt Lily's hand on his shoulder.

"You're innocent, mate", James said, although he was sure that the man below could not hear him. "Don't let the Dementors take that from you."
Sirius raised his head slightly; James could've sworn his friend had heard his words.

"Something will happen", Lily said to James, looking into her husband's hazel eyes. "Sirius Black isn't going to die in Azkaban. I just know, I know Sirius. He'll find a way."
The shadow of a smile flickered across James' face. "Something big is about to go down, Lils. I don't know what it is, but it's got something to do with Harry."

"He's about to turn eleven", Lily said aloud, though more to herself than anything.
"They'll find him", James assured them both. "They have to."

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