I don't own Harry Potter, those rights go to the incredibly talented JK Rowling. Thanks so much for reading, and enjoy!

There was a flash of green light. James opened his mouth to scream, to try and warn Lily. But then the green light consumed him, and everything was gone.

White. That was all that he saw. He knew he should be afraid. He had never seen anything like this place before. He had to get back to Lily, to Harry. But for some reason, he felt strangly at peace. He looked around slowly, and it suddenly all came back to him. The front door creaking open. The hooded figure in front of him. The green light.

Two things hit him at the same time. The first: the realization that he, James Potter, was dead.

The second: Lily Potter. She seemed to appear out of nowhere, shrieking. She flew into James, and stared at him. Then she fell into his arms, sobbing.

"James, we're dead!" She choked out. "Peter betrayed us! I can't believe it!"

He stroked her thick red hair, traced circles on her back, held in tears of his own. He had to be strong, for Lily.

Lily straightened with a gasp. "James, Harry!" She wailed. "He's going after Harry!"

He hugged her. "We'll wait for him. He'll be fine."

So the two waited. They waited for what seemed like hours, although it was difficult to tell the time. But still, Harry never came.

Finally, James spoke. "Do you think..."

"He's alive," Lily said. "I mean, he has to be, I can feel it!" Slowly, a smile crept onto her face.

"Woo! My son's a survivor!" James crowed, doing an embarrassing victory dance. He hugged his wife, who was now sobbing tears of joy.

"So now what?"

James's question was answered almost immediately. There was a pop, and four people appeared in front of him. He gasped. "Mum," he murmured, "Dad." He embraced his parents, and saw Lily doing the same to hers. Soon, they were a mess of tears and shaky laughter.

Eventually, James pulled himself away. "So... do we just sorta stay in this white... don't really know what to call it for the rest of eternity? Because I feel like that would get a bit old after the first decade or so. Or is there somewhere else?"

The others laughed, and Lily rolled her eyes.

Silently, James's mum grabbed her son's hand, and the rest joined hands as well. Then with a pop, they disapperated.

James opened his eyes, and Lily actually squealed. It was their home!

"You two could come and live with us," Lily's father said, "but we figured you want a place to your own."

"It pretty much changes into whatever you want it to be," her mother added. "Your father and I finally know what it feels like to be able to do magic! Well, sort of."

Lily giggled, while James said "Sweet!" and instanty gave their house a pool and a quidditch pitch in the back yard.

"Oh, and the best part!" James's mum led the group into the house, and pointed to what looked like a muggle television set. "You just tell it who you want to see, and it shows you."

"Merlin's beard, you're serious?" Lily exclaimed.

"No, she's my mother!" James cried, resulting in Lily shoving him playfully.

"I swear that became old after the twentieth time. So we just say it? Like um... Hey can we see Harry Potter?"

The screen rippled. Lily covered her mouth. Little Harry had just appeared, crying in his crib.

"Oh no!" Lily cried. "He'll grow up without parents!" She looked on the verge of tears again.

"I'm sure he'll be fine," James said for the second time. "He'll stay with relatives."

"What relatives? Everyone else is gone by now!"

"Not everyone! I mean, there's still..." James's voice trailed off, and a look of horror came over him.

"Petunia and Vernon!" Lily cried, anguished. "Oh my gosh, they'll be horrible to him! They won't even let him know that he's a wizard!"

"Now Lily," Mrs. Evans said, "I know that you and Petunia didn't get along very well, but I'm sure she will take good care of him. He's her family! To treat him like anything less would be absurd!"

"But I was her family," Lily said bitterly. "You know how she treated me."

"Look!" James pointed at the screen. Sirius had just appeared, tears running down his face. "Hey, Harry," he whispered. Harry looked up at him and stopped crying. Sirius scooped up the baby and walked out of the room. He held him to his chest, sheilding him from what was surely James and Lily's bodies on the floor.

By this point, everyone was crying again. "He's going to blame it on himself,"James said suddenly. "He'll think it's his fault, because he suggested we change it to Peter."

Lily spoke to the screen, and it faded to black. "Let's get settled in," she said to her husband firmly. The parents decided to leave the couple be.

"Harry's our kid," James said once they were alone. "He going to grow up to be pretty amazing. Even without us. And I get to watch it all with the most beautiful girl in the world- er, heaven."

Lily smiled. "I love you, James."

"I love you too."

"Oh my God James, when Petunia dies, I am going to kill her." Lily angrily kicked a pillow. "For the second time. I mean, the cupboard? Really? That annoying kid Dudley has that whole extra bedroom upstairs!"

James rested his arm reassuringly around her waist. But he was really ticked off too. Why couldn't he have had another sibling for Harry to go to?

"And he doesn't even know that he's a wizard! He thinks we died in a car crash! He doesn't know that he's famous! That he defeated bloody Voldemort!"

James sighed. This had been going on for years. "Don't worry, he'll get his letter soon. He's almost 11 now."

"Oh my God James he's a Parseltongue! Are you a Parseltongue? No! Am I a Parseltongue? No! This is like, seriously dark stuff! How did this happen!"

"Who cares, is there instant replay on this thing? I want to see the expression on his idiot cousin's face when the snake passed by him again!"

"Well there's no denying that he's a wizard now. I wonder what the poor boy thinks of all of this. If only we were there..."

"Oh my God yes! Yes finally! I love Hagrid!" Lily leaned over and kissed James happily. "He's doing it, he's gong to Hogwarts."

James couldn't keep the smile off his face. His son knew the truth.

"Oh my God did he say pheonix feather?"

"I think he did," James said, "why?"

"As in, the same pheonix feather as in You-Know-Who's wand?"

"Just a coincidence."

"Yeah right."

"Oh my God yes. Yes yes yes yes yes yes he's a Gryffindor! Even though the hat thought he should be in Slytherin, which seems kind of fishy..."

"But Harry don't care what the hat says! Harry gets what he wants!" James did another embarrassing victory dance.

"Just like his father." Lily tweaked James's nose, causing him to tackle her onto the couch, tickling her. She giggled, gasping for breath.

"He's going to be a fantastic Gryffindor, I can tell already."

"OH MY GOD IS HE OUT OF HIS MIND? A TROLL! A BLOODY TROLL! HE'S 11 YEARS OLD!"

"Wait, look he's doing it! He can do it, see!"

"Oh good, he's made friends with the smart one. Maybe next time she can talk him out of ATTACKING THE BLOODY TROLL!"

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god I can't watch. James I can't watch." Lily dove behind the couch. "How's he going to be able to defeat Voldemort a second time! He's only 11! Why didn't he leave it to the teachers?"

"He thought Snivel- er, Snape was trying to kill him, remember love?"

"Is he still alive?"

"Lily! He did it! It's because of you! Thank Merlin you gave him the whole love-protection thing. Although my quidditch genes definitely came in handy." James smirked, but inside, he was relieved. Harry had done it again. But Voldemort had escaped, and there was no telling when he was coming back.

The years came and went. Lily and James were glued to the screen for most of their time, but also visited with old friends and family. They were still sad that Harry had to grow up without them, but realized that he was becoming a fine young man on his own.

They watched as he saved his friend Ron's little sister from the Chamber of Secrets. The rejoiced when Sirius escaped from Azkaban, and when he was reunited with Remus, moaning when Peter escaped, but proud of Harry for showing him mercy. They were on the edge of their seats as he finished one Triwizard Tournament event after another, laughing when he stumbled over asking his crush to he ball. When Voldemort returned in the graveyard, they cried for Harry, knowing that he would soon have to face the Dark Lord. And they looked on proudly as Harry taught Dumbledore's Army and defied the evil toad-like teacher, Umbridge.

But it wasn't until the battle in the Department of Mysteries that life (or, well, death) for James and Lily Potter got really interesting.

So what do you think? I might have gotten a little carried away with the Oh My Gods, lol. If you review or favorite, you'll be my best friend! Thanks!

~Emma