A/N 11/19/2017

This is a story that's originally posted on my Wattpad account on 4/17/2016. I haven't done any major editing, just fixed some grammatical errors, so I'm sure it's not my best work. I kind of ran out of inspiration for this, so I took a break from it to start on We May Change the World.

I hope you enjoy this! I'll be uploading the rest of the chapters soon after this.

Reunion

Chapter One

Return

-Written by R.B. Lynn-

Lily and James Potter were dead. That had been certain for fourteen years. It was a horrible, bitter truth that anyone would want to deny. But it was the truth nonetheless. And yet, Lily Potter found herself laying down, and she did not feel dead.

In fact, she felt very much alive. Alive, and suffocating. Dirt was spilling around her, and her mouth was filling with it. she clawed around in the soil, hoping someone, anyone, would help her. Then something miraculous happened. Her hands grasped a wooden stick among the dirt that was quickly filling her lungs.

Her wand.

Lily managed to croak out a single spell. "Reducto!" The soil that surrounded her burst out in all directions, and she gasped for air and coughed up dirt. She barely allowed herself a moment of rest before panic seized her. James. Where was James? She quickly took in her surroundings, and it only took her a moment to realise that she was in a graveyard. She could figure out why she was in a cemetery later, but now she needed to find James.

She looked behind her and realised that not only was she in a cemetery, she had been laying in a grave. Her grave. She immediately scanned the words on the tombstone next to hers, confirming that it was James's, and shot a spell, blasting chunks of dirt and grass in all directions. Lily didn't dare look inside the hole she had just created.

After a few moments that seemed to last forever, James finally hoisted himself up out of the hole, gasping. Lily, in too much of a hurry to reach her husband to stand, crawled over to him and pulled him out the rest of the way. She clung to him, and they both sat there, without speaking, clinging desperately to each other. Both of them were trying to piece together what was happening.

They had been there for who knows how long when Lily heard a sound. The sound of crunching twigs and leaves broke the silence. James looked up, and Lily knew that he had heard it too.

Someone was there.

Albus Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, thinking of ways he could make his own flavour of lemon drop when he noticed something unusual was happening.

One of the many instruments laying around his office dinged and let out a puff of smoke. Another instrument that looked similar to a crystal ball swirled with black smoke. Various other instruments went off, dinging and tooting, swirling and puffing all at once. Dumbledore immediately went to his feet and studied the instrument nearest to his desk. He glanced at a second one, but then he seemed to have gotten the information he needed at paid no attention to the other instruments.

He then paced around the centre of the room a bit, then nodded, as if he had decided on something. He then disapparated without warning, and it was as if he had never been in the office to begin with.

Godric's Hollow was a quiet, peaceful place. But at the moment it almost seemed, to Albus Dumbledore at least, too quiet for its own good. But it may have just seemed that way because of what he was about to do. Or rather, what he thought he was about to witness.

He had apparated in the corner of a dark alley. It was night time, and he didn't think that anyone would be outside at this time, especially in a quiet place like Godric's Hollow, but he didn't want to take any chances. He walked a little ways until he reached the local cemetery. The resting place of Lily and James Potter, and the last place he had seen his mother and sister.

He paused briefly at the graves of his mother and sister, then continued on. He wasn't here for them. He walked past dozens of tombstones, marking the end of dozens of ancient families, wizard and muggle alike. Finally, he reached his destination. And what he saw truly surprised him, and not much could surprise him anymore.

In front of the graves of Lily and James Potter, two figures sat together, holding each other like their lives depended on it. In front of the tombstones marking James's and Lily's bodies, two large holes were where their bodies should have been. Dumbledore knew without looking that the holes would be empty. He took a few steps forward almost in a daze, trying to figure out what this could mean... it couldn't possibly...

As he stepped forward, one of the figures looked up, and he stopped in his tracks.

He was looking at the face of James Potter.

"Who are you, and why have you decided to impersonate these two people?" James blinked. Dumbledore was here? But why?

"Professor, it's me. James." Lily released her embrace, and they both stood up.

"Dumbledore," Lily said, her voice quavering a bit, "Professor Dumbledore it's us. Lily and James Potter."

The professor leant against a nearby tree for support and shook his head. "That's not possible."

Lily frowned. She had suspected it when she saw where they were but hadn't really wanted to believe it. But with his reaction, she had to ask. "Dumbledore... do people think we're dead?" James looked at his wife but said nothing. They both knew the answer. It was clear that they had been underground, under tombstones with their names on them.

The old professor stood up straight and shook his head. "No, it's more than that. You were, without a doubt and by any definition, dead."

Lily felt dread settle in her stomach. "Professor... how long has it been? Where's Harry?"

"Where's our son?" James asked, wrapping an arm around his wife. Dumbledore glanced around.

"We shouldn't talk about that here. But first things first." He waved his wand, and both Potters were clean and their clothes were repaired. Neither of them had even thought about what they must have looked like.

Dumbledore held out his arms for them, and they each took hold of him.

They apparated back inside of his office. James frowned. "I thought it was impossible to apparate or disapparate inside of the school grounds.

Dumbledore chuckled a bit. "Being Headmaster does have its perks," His face grew serious, "Now, there are many things to discuss, and I'm sure you're both eager to see your son." Lily was about to interrupt him, but Albus held up his hand to stop her. "But I must first be completely sure that you are the real James and Lily Potter."

Lily's lip quivered, but James took her hand and replied, "Yes, I'm sure that's necessary."

Dumbledore nodded. "I believe this calls for some Veritaserum, wouldn't you say?" he flicked his wand, and a bottle of a liquid as clear as water was summoned to his hand.

"Now," He said pouring a few drops into two glasses that were sitting on his desk. "While most of my doubt has been cleared, and I do judge myself to be excellent at knowing when people are telling the truth, I would like to have some reassurance."

"Professor, if you don't mind me asking," Lily Potter bit her bottom lip, "If everyone believes that we're dead, why do you believe that we're telling the truth?"

The professor paused while considering his answer. Finally, he said, "Because, my dear, at heart I am a foolish and trusting person. But there is no doubt in my mind that you are Lily and James Potter.

"Now," He said, handing a glass to each of them. "Let's get this settled, shall we?"

"What is your name?"

"James Potter."

"Who were your best friends at school?"

"Sirius, Remus, and Peter. Though they also went by the names Padfoot, Moony, and Wormtail. I was Prongs."

Dumbledore nodded. "And what was the biggest secret the four of you shared?"

James hesitated. "We were all illegal animagi, except for Remus."

Dumbledore nodded, then turned to Lily. "What is your name?"

"Lily Potter, previously Lily Evans."

"Do you have a son?"

"Yes. His name is Harry."

"Why did you name him Harry?"

"I remembered that once my sister told me no one with a common name would do great things. I wanted to prove her wrong."

Dumbledore nodded and waved his wand to remove the effects of Veritaserum. "You both pass with flying colours." James and Lily both let out a sigh of relief.

James took hold of his wife's hand. "Dumbledore, please take us to our son now." Dumbledore held up his hand. "In due time. I thought that, before you meet him, you might want to watch him, see the person that he's become since... you last saw him."

"Professor, how long has it been?!" Lily's voice was near hysterics.

Dumbledore sighed and gestured for them to sit down. They did so, and he finally answered their question. "I'm afraid that it has been over fourteen years since you were murdered by Voldemort." Lily gasped and squeezed James's hand.

"Fourteen years... Harry'll be fifteen now." James wrapped an arm around her in comforting her.

"Professor," James said, standing up from his seat, "Take us to our son."

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