I'm in the process of going over every chapter. I'm not changing the story, I'm just editing some mistakes I might have missed. This one is done as of 12/11/2013.
For those just starting to read now, I have a couple of things to point out. The first being that in the first versions of GoF, James is shot out of Voldemort's wand before Lily. This was a mistake that was fixed in later versions. In my story, I'm going with the later versions. Lily is shot out first.
Second thing is that I do read all the reviews and take everything in consideration. Please, don't be shy and review!
Prologue
'I think we're inside Voldemort's wand.' Lily whispered eagerly to her husband as an invisible force pushed them through a dark tunnel. 'We'll be able to see Harry soon… to help him.'
Bertha Jorkins, who was right in front of Lily, was shot head first out of the tunnel.
'I see him, James.' Lily breathed.
'Wait for me, Lily.' James said urgently. 'I want to see him too.'
Lily nodded understandingly seconds before she was shot forward out of the wand.
The graveyard scene appeared in front of her eyes. There were Death Eaters surrounding them. She saw Harry's face looking both shocked and determined as he held on to his wand with such force that both his arms were shaking.
Lily fell to the ground and got up quickly without a glance at Voldemort - he wasn't important. The only important thing was the boy standing in front of her. She wanted to hold him. It was one of the disadvantages of being dead. Sure, you could be with the ones you loved, all the time. But, you could not help them or hold them. Lily wanted to tell him that they were always with him, wherever he went, through happiness and pain, but there was no time for that.
'You're father's coming…' She said quietly instead. 'He wants to see you… It will be all right… Hold on.'
Lily turned around, just in time, to see James appearing from the end of Voldemort's wand. He, too, fell to the ground and got up as quickly as Lily had.
James looked straight at his fourteen year-old son's eyes. He had a plan.
'When the connection is broken, we will linger for only moments… but we will give you time… you must get to the Portkey, it will return you to Hogwarts… do you understand, Harry?' He said quietly so as to not upset him.
'Yes.' Harry gasped. It was very obvious that he was struggling to hold on. James would have liked to have a chat with his son, but now wasn't the time.
'Harry…' Cedric Diggory whispered. 'Take my body back, will you? Take my body back to my parents…'
Harry was now struggling more than ever to hold on and James knew he would not be able to hold it for much longer.
'Do it now.' He whispered to Harry. 'Be ready to run… do it now.'
'NOW!' Harry screamed as he broke the connection.
As much as they wanted to, neither James nor Lily looked around for their son, they were too busy blocking Voldemort's gaze. Voldemort looked both angry and shocked as he tried to shoo them away.
Then, everything went black.
Lily awoke almost coma-like. She became aware of an old moldy smell and hardwood floor underneath her.
Where was she?
She slowly opened her eyes and remembered.
Lily thought she remembered everything, but she didn't. She remembered James telling her to get Harry and run, because Voldemort had found their home. She remembered a crashing sound and wishing more than anything that James wasn't dead. She remembered trying to bloke the door of Harry's nursery, realising she didn't have her wand, Voldemort busting in the nursery telling her to move away from Harry. She remembered begging him to kill her instead. It wouldn't be that bad. Harry would get to live and she'd see James again… The last thing she remembered was a green light.
What happened after that, death, watching over Harry, the graveyard, she did not remember.
