Lily gasped as she lurched forward out of the nightmare. Where was she? What was he doing here?
Suddenly the memories of the day before crashed down on her, squeezing her mind like paper in an iron fist. No! James couldn't be dead! Could he?!
Ragged breaths pushed in and out of her throat and her heart beat quickened as panic seized her. She twisted around in a frantic circle, taking in her surroundings: everything seemed impossibly bright and at first all she could see was white pushing against her eyeballs. Then they adjusted and lines and shadows began to become distinguished. A silver road rolled out before her framed on either side by beautiful terrace houses adorned by cute windows with floral patterned curtains peeking out from behind them. Sleeping below them were blooming window boxes busting with fragrant flowers: hundreds of royal roses: tantalizing tulips, luscious lavender and delicate davedils. Neat, prim gardens full of raucous colour only just contained in arrangements of flora and fauna. The lovely scents mingled in the air, swirling up it filled it with a sweet perfume.
It was a scene Lily might've taken for beautiful if it wasn't home to so many terrible memories. Tears stung her eyes as she wandered down the lane of her old home.
Even in death, part of Lily Evans stayed with Privet Drive.