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. . . STOP NODDING YOUR HEADS!

Deep breath Yes, it's yet ANOTHER story from that wonderfully (annoying) Phantom of a Rose! Death Glare CLAP!

Nervous Clapping can be heard

Good enough, anyway, I'm trying to kick myself (it's really hard) for starting another story. I really should be finishing some of my others, but I'm at a stand still. I'll try to look through all my stories and figure out which ones NEED to be updated. That is the best I can do, sorry.

But for now. . . . .

I decided to write a story where BOTH Lily and James come back, someone had asked me if I was adding James to my other story, sadly no. I hope this is fine.

Here are a few quotes I looked up, some really come to play in the story - the idea at any rate!

"There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle." Albert Einstein

"Millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon." Susan Ertz

"Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save." Will Rogers

"No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow." Euripides

"Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives." A Sachs

AND FINALLY - and this one is good!

"If I were to begin life again, I should want it as it was. I would only open my eyes a little bit more." Jules Renard

Looks up at A/N Wow, this is long. . . .anyway, Please enjoy!

Godric's Hollow was completely still. It had been for over thirteen years. But for some reason tonight was different, different from the other 4745 nights. (Roughly.)

If a Muggle were to walk into the house of the late James and Lily Potter, and really, who would? It has been deserted ever since their deaths, it was practically condemned. But if they were to walk in they would tell you that the air was sweet and sticky, like honey or maybe sugar clumps.

If a Wizard or Witch were to walk in, and once again, this wasn't probable. No one liked to think of the deaths of the Potters, or what happened to them at the hands of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. But if they were they would tell you that the sweet and sticky smell was high levels of pure, concentrated magic. Then they would raise an eyebrow, maybe scratch their heads. Never would there be this much magic in one place, except maybe Hogwarts, but in a magic home that hasn't be inhabited by witch nor wizard in thirteen years - impossible.

Yet that's what it was. Magic. Magic building up.

Then there was a shimmer of that magic, at the bottom of the stairs then up those stairs and the first room on the right. The shimmer was close to the ground, but quickly vanished. A moment later it appeared again, this time a little bigger and stayed longer.

This went on for a few minutes, finally the shimmer stayed instead of disappearing. What was strange was that it was in the shape of a person, laying on the ground. At the bottom of the stairs was a man and up stairs was a woman. Then they began to solidify, to take upon human features. Once this was complete two bodies were left, completely grey and not moving.

The only thing that moved was a thick rainbow mist above both bodies, it was circling around their heads, then slowly floated into their open mouths. After it was gone both bodies regained their color.

Then their eyes flew open and the gasped for breath.

James Potter's eyes flew open and he inhale deeply, it felt as if he hadn't savored air for a long time. After James had taken enough breaths to quench the longing he opened his eyes, he was laying on the ground, that much was certain. But where?

James tried to pull himself up into a sitting position, but quickly realized that he could not. Everyone bone in his body hurt, even his hair hurt - but that could just be the huge headache he had. James tried to sit up again, this time he was able to and he leaned his aching back against the wall.

Breathing heavily he looked around the room he was it. It did look oddly familiar, but he just couldn't place it. For one it was a complete mess, burned too. There were holes in the roof and in the walls, but still looked familiar. . .

Oh no. This couldn't be his home, his home was warm and clean - Lily wouldn't have it any way else.

Lily.

Panic filled James, where was his wife? Come to think of it, when did he last see his wife? James thought back, and he was hit by a strong memory. Voldemort had come, he had broken down their door. James had told Lily to run with Harry and get out. Then he and Voldemort fought, in all honestly it was really short. He, James Potter, liked to think of himself as a strong dueler - and he was - but in a fight against Voldemort, he hadn't stood a chance. The fight had ended when Voldemort shouted the killing curse at him.

"Avada Kedavra!"

James shivered involuntarily. Those words would always be engraved in his mind, and the green light that followed would never be forgotten. James furred his brows in confusion. If Voldemort had cast the killing curse on him, why had he survived?

Or maybe he hadn't.

James quickly vanished that from his thoughts. He was alive, he hurt too much to be dead, but the question still remained. Why was he alive?

Then his thoughts quickly turned back to Lily and Harry. Were they alright? If he had been killed, or how it seemed stunned, he wasn't there to protect them. Had they. . . died? James didn't even want to think of that. His Lily, his beautiful Lily, couldn't have died. And his son, Harry, he was too young to die, he had his whole life ahead of him. There was no way that he could be dead.

But then again Voldemort isn't exactly sparing when it comes to who he kills.

Then there was another memory, one that he couldn't completely grasp even though it felt like it had happened recently - maybe even hours ago. He couldn't get a real visional, only that there was a bright light. He knew one thing though, he was protecting someone - who he wasn't sure - but he remembered feeling great pride for whoever this person was. In the back of his mind he knew others were in the memory - other than the person he was protecting - Lily decently. A young boy? An old man? A woman?

James sighed and looked around the room again. Yes, this defiantly was his living room - however horrible that thought was. He looked over his right shoulder and up the stairs, that was where Lily had ran up after he told her to run away with Harry.

He had to find her. Even if what he found was her body. He had to know, he had to know if she was dead or not.

He used the wall to stand up, he tried it at least three times before actually standing and even then his legs were shaking and his bones protested against the movement. James slowly made his way up the stairs and to the first bedroom on the right. Before he walked into view of the open door - or more like the door completely blown off it's hinges - he stopped and took a deep breath preparing himself.

Then again, nothing could have prepared him for what he saw when he stumbled into his son's room.

Lily Potter's eyes forced open and she gasped for air greedily. After her once empty lungs were once again filled she groaned quietly and reached up with her hand to touch her pounding head. Bad idea. He arm hurt more than her head. She moved her legs - same problem. It seemed like everything hurt.

She tried to sit up, but found that impossible. She settled for opening her eyes - even that hurt.

One thing was true, the room that she was in was in dire need for a good cleaning, not to mention fixing of the holes in the ceiling. She wanted to clean it, she hated things that were messy, but didn't have any strength.

Out of her eye Lily saw a large mass, it was a light blue color, but other than that it was somewhat burned. Why did it look so familiar?

. . . Because it was. It was Harry's crib. Her baby.

Terror and dread flowed over in waves. Where was he baby? And James?

Lily closed her eyes. What was the last thing she remembered? There was one memory, she couldn't tell if it had just happened or if it was extremely old, it felt like both because she couldn't even remember what the scene looked like. She could just remember what it felt like.

Pride. Nervousness. Pain. All of these feelings were not for her, but for someone else. For who she didn't know. She did know that she was protecting whoever it was from someone. . .or something.

Lily thought back more. It was Halloween, she had made a special dinner for James, Harry and herself - her men. Her and James here in the living room with Harry, they were all playing together. Then they stopped dead when they heard footsteps and a knock at the door. It wasn't Sirius, Remus, Peter or Dumbledore - they would have flooed in.

James had turned to her, his face pale, he told her that it was Him. That she had to take Harry and run. She had argued at first, saying that she would leave him, but he quickly demanded for her to leave. She nodded and grabbed Harry, kissing James before running up the stairs.

She was half way up the stairs when the front door exploded, she didn't dare look back but ran into Harry's room. Lily had tried to find a way out, but the windows wouldn't open and all spells were equally useless. That was when she heard it.

"Avada Kedavra!"

An unknown voice, not her husband's, then she heard a body fall to the ground, this time her husbands. She choked back a dry sob, both in the memory and in the present time. Her husband was dead.

Everything after that was. . . chaotic. She refused to give Harry to Voldemort, she wasn't going to lose both her men in one night. Voldemort had other plans.

He pointed his long wand at her face, her blood hard run cold at that moment, and not the expression, the real thing - something she never thought possible. Then he hissed the killing curse again, this time a different Potter was the victim.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Those words echoed in her mind, even now. But why wasn't she dead? Did the curse backfire? But that was impossible. No one survived the killing curse. . . not even her strong husband. . . a silent tear ran down her cheek.

And what of her son? More tears feel as she thought of him. There was no doubt that he was dead, though it hurt to think about, but it was true. She was his last defence, James had died protecting them both and Lily had done the same. All in vain. Now she was alone.

Lily was aware that she completely crying now, although no sound came. Wrapped up in her tears and memories she didn't even hear the footsteps of someone walking up the old stairs that threatened to fall, or the sharp in take of breath from the door way. What she did hear though was this:

"Lily?" came a raspy voice from the door way. Lily quickly sat up, forgetting all her pain. In disbelief she stared in front of her.

"J-James?" she whispered in a equally hoarse voice.

The couple just sat or stood there for a few moments, staring at each other. They both could barely believe it, the one that they thought was dead was alive, rigth in front of them.

"Lily?" asked James again, breaking the silence. "Is that really you?"

Lily was so happy more tears were running down her cheeks. "Yes James, it's me!" James smiled and ran - the best he could seeing as he was still extremely sore - and kneeled on the ground bringing Lily into his arms. He wrapped her arms around his neck, and buried her face in his robes. "Oh James! I thought you were dead! Voldemort, he cast the killing curse! Then I heard something fall to the ground!" she sobbed.

"I know Lils, I thought I was too," he said truthfully. "I thought you were dead as well, when I woke up a few minutes ago. I had failed you, I fell when facing him."

This went on for another ten minutes, they just sat there in each other's arms whispering in the other's ears. Once they pulled apart James crashed his lips onto Lily's, their last kiss had been quick and even then he thought it was going to be their last. After pulling part he rocked Lily back and forth in his arms.

"Oh Lily, what happened? Why didn't I die?" asked James softly. "I he did cast the killing curse, I should be dead."

Lily nodded. "I don't know, I should be as well. He cast the killing curse on me, I wouldn't let him have Harry. . . " Lily cut off the sentence and broke down crying. "Oh James! Where is he? Where's our Harry? He had no one to protect him after we. . . were knocked out I suppose."

James hugged Lily tighter. "I don't know Lily. . . I don't, but I wish I did." James looked around the room, it wasn't anything like he remembered it. Harry's old crib was on it's side and seemed to be burned, like most of the room. Most of the pictures that were on his chest of drawers were gone, along with the chest. There was nothing in the room, and certainly no baby Harry.

James looked down at the red head in his arms, who was shaking with tears. "Come on Lily, let's look around the house for Harry. If he's not here then. . . we'll have to go to Hogwarts, Dumbledore will know what to do." At first it didn't seem like Lily had heard him, but she looked up into his eyes with those pure green orbs that could see right into your soul and nodded. James stood up, with a lot of pain again though not as much as last time and helped Lily up.

The search of the house didn't take very long, although Lily and James didn't want to leave when they were done. Leaving would be like giving up on Harry, but they finally pulled them selves away from their burned home and began to walk down the street. They both knew they were too tired and weak to apperate to Hogsmeade, and neither wanted to face any of their old friends just yet. They news of Harry would be. . . horrible.

The one thing that both adults noticed on their walk was it didn't feel like October weather, it felt like the beginning summer. They didn't mention this to each other though, they just wanted to be along in their own thoughts.

The walk to Hogsmeade took about two hours, and as they neared the castle of Hogwarts they became nervous. What would people think? Not only did they both survive the killing cures (or at least that is what they suspected) but their son had died. How would people react?

They were halfway to the entrance when they heard a low growl behind them, they both instantly stopped.

"Who are ya? What'cha doin' 'ere?" barked a voice from behind them.

At first they tensed but then they realized who the voice belonged to. Rubeus Hagrid. "Hagrid!" they both exclaimed as they turned to greet their long time friend.

"I asked who are ya!" he shouted again, he raised up his cross-bow.

The couple raised an eyebrow at this. Why was Hagrid acting this way? "Hagrid, it's us." began James slowly, he was staring back and forth between Hagrid and his dog. Oddly he didn't recognize it, it wasn't Hagrid's usually dog although it was similar. "James and Lily Potter."

Hagrid gasped and lowered his cross-bow for a moment, then raised it up again. "How dare ya! Insulting the name of the Potters!"

"No Hagrid!" exclaimed Lily, her eyes widening. "It's really us!"

Before Hagrid was able to answer again they heard the great doors of Hogwarts open and voices rang through the cool night air. "Follow me, I don't know who you are but you don't want to run into that lot! Bunch of Ministry idiots." Then Hagrid stalked off to his hut, as the huge dog followed. James and Lily followed, they weren't sure why Hagrid was acting so strangely and wanted to find out. Dumbledore was forgotten for now.

Once they were inside and the door was shut Hagrid turned to face them, his eyes widened in disbelief and he paled. "Oh my, who are the two of ya?" he managed to say.

James sighed and rubbed his temple. "Hagrid, we told you. I'm James and this is Lily, Potter. I was only one of your favorite students, although you didn't really like all of us running around the forbidden forest, chased us away almost every night."

Hagrid eyes widened, then his face turned stern again. "If you're really James Potter, then tell me. What exactly do you turn into?"

James raised an eyebrow. "A stag. Really Hagrid, why did you ask that? You've known since our last year here at Hogwarts, caught Moony, Padfoot, Wormtail and I out late." Hagrid once again paled and it looked as if he couldn't really stand right - like he was going to faint. "Hagrid, are you okay?"

Hagrid nodded slowly, never pulling his eyes off the two. "Yes. . . I'm fine. I think." he paused then nodded. "Would ya two care for. . . some tea? Yes, tea."

"Yes Hagrid, that would be great. I seem to have a great thirst, now that you mention it." said Lily smiling.

Lily and James sat down as Hagrid made the tea, and his hands were shaking as he handed the two of them the huge cups. Both drained half their cups before talking again. "Hagrid, we must speak to Dumbledore. We just woke up in Godric's Hallow, it's a total waste land. Our home is almost completely burned, and Harry. . . " James cut off his sentence.

Hagrid's eyes widened to the size of saucers, for what seemed like the millionth time that night. "Godric's Hallow? Harry?" Hagrid paused and scratched his beard with his hand, then he nodded. "Your right, we do need to speak to Dumbledore. . . but not tonight. Something has happened. . . something terrible. . . " Hagrid shuddered. "You'll find out soon, after ya explain what has happened to you. . . tonight. You two can sleep on my bed, make yourselves at home. I have to go and check on. . . someone, I'll be back before morning, then we can all go to Dumbledore's office." he explained.

Lily and James agreed, they were very tired and they didn't want to tell anyone else, especially Dumbledore, of Harry's death just yet. It was too soon. Chances were that tomorrow morning would be too soon as well, but it would do.

"Thank you Hagrid, really." said Lily standing up and hugging the huge man, he had always been fatherly to her. Hagrid seemed to tear up when Lily hugged him, but James shrugged it off. It was probably about Harry.

"Welcome, Lily. Best be off." he turned to his dog. "Fang, you stay here." Fang, funny, his old dog called Killer.

Hagrid turned back to Lily and James before shutting the door completely. After he was gone Lily and James silently climbed into Hagrid's massive bed without pulling the covers off. After they were snuggled close to each other and near sleep Lily whispered to James. "He's acting strange, why did he find it so hard to believe that we were ourselves?"

James shrugged. "I don't know, we were suppose to be in hiding, and we haven't seen him in almost a year. Maybe he thought we were Death Eaters." then James thought for a moment. "Did he seem older to you?"

Lily nodded. "Yes, at least ten years older. And then his dog, didn't he have another one? Killer?" Lily made a face. "I don't really like his choice in names."

James sighed. "I don't know, Lily. I truly don't. I just pray that everything is alright in the morning."

Lily nodded. "So do I James." She closed her eyes and tear ran down her cheek. "I want Harry, I want my baby." she sobbed quietly.

James pulled her in his chest. "So do I, Lils. So do I." he whispered.

After a few minutes of crying Lily drifted off to sleep, not a peaceful one but a sleep none the less. A few minutes later James did the same. What they didn't know was that the Hogwarts ground keeper was walking to the Hospital wing trying to figure out why two dead people had showed up at Hogwarts fourteen years after their deaths. . . and on the same night of Voldemort's return.

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Well, that's 8 pages, and 3405 words! Yay! Not bad, if I do say so myself.

Anyway, hope you liked it. . . if not, then. . . send your comments to - Thinks for a moment send them to my frined Danielle (or Danni as I call her - or female Remus/Moony - or Sev, she has many nicknames. Sorry, off topic.

Get ready for another 'off topic.'

December Boys, staring Daniel Radcliffe, sounds super cool! I can't wait, some for HP 5. Except for the hair! It's SHORT! Where oh where did the messy, log hair go! Tis very sad. My friends and I are probally still going to be drooling over him during the movie (And sending Cho, or Katie, death glares. 30 takes, really. . . )

On a bad note, my friend just moved! Not too far away, but she's not going to my school anymore. Today felt so weird without her!

Okay Rose, stop talking.

Please review, I have the next chapter done so hurry! Please give me any suggestions! I NEED THEM!

-Phantom of a Rose ------ Simularcum Rose