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Author's Note:

Hey there, I am Lily, and this is the first piece of literature I've ever posted on FanFiction. Please review telling me what I did right, and what I need to improve on! This is when Harry visits Godric's Hollow…

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A Lily in the Dust

Maybe he shouldn't have come.

He said he would, and he did… but maybe it had been a bad decision.

What had he been expecting? A home? A sanctuary? It may have been where his future unfolded… but it was no sanctuary. Not to him.

There is dust everywhere. Even after almost sixteen years since it happened, there was still nothing.

The whole scenery looked like something only cockroaches survived. Grey mist shrouded the land, while lazy wind picked up piles of dust, carrying it out of the barren waste. It was a hole… there was literally, nothing. There wasn't an attic to look through, or even any memories to touch.

Harry's fists clenched up slowly, his mind pounding as it begged to let himself scream out and burst into tears for the parents he never knew, or the home he never had…

"They really loved you, you know."

Harry turned slowly. He could barely even look at Remus. Not now.

The werewolf approached him still, each step rippling old ash off of the concrete path that had originally led to a house in Godric's Hollow.

"James would talk to you every night… Lily would sing to you…" Remus said smoothly, but his words his words began cracking slowly, as if they were dying the minute they left his lips.

"Even in hiding, they'd smile constantly around you… Sirius even bought you a stuffed dog once, and Lily would constantly mutter that she didn't need another Padfoot strutting around the house." He continued, chuckling weakly as unshed tears brimmed his eyes. "James would toss you in the air for play, and Lily would have to constantly remind him that you weren't a quaffle."

"Lily would plant hundreds of lovely flowers, and tree… and would take you on 'adventures' through the bushes…" Remus' eyes were now beginning to blink many times as he looked at the foggy hole in the ground. "… and James would take you on his back while flying in the backyard."

Remus buried his hands in his pockets for a couple of seconds, looking at the ground as if praying that his old friends would come back. After what seemed like years to Harry, his old professor's worn hand appeared out of his ragged robes, grasping tightly to a lily.

It was a musty flower. Worn by being in a pocket… wrinkled and wrung by a tired paired pair of hands… but the man put it on the ground, and as if not even noticing the teenage boy's presence, turned away from everything, and without saying another word, left… leaving Harry to stare at the musty ground.

As his fingers played across the hard stone, Harry looked carefully at it, trying to find any comfort or solitude that it could bring.

All it brought were images. His parents, Sirius, Remus… all of them. Alive. Smiling, laughing… enjoying life before it was so harshly taken away from them.

But it was. Even at their young age, it didn't stop their deaths from coming. And everything they had lived for was in that field… destroyed except for the teenage boy that was kneeling in the gust.

That was all Harry had left. Himself, his friends, and the plaque that remained… barely recognizable except for where a battered lily lay.

James and Lily Potter
1960-October 31st, 1981
Loving Couple,
Friends,
Employees,
And Parents…

…May they rest in peace.