Two voices were murmuring softly, punctuated by an occasional silence. They grew clearer and soon Harry was able to distinguish between a man and a woman's voice.
"I never knew..." said the woman.
"I understand," replied the man, his voice guarded. A blur of black and red flashed in front of Harry's eyes. He squinted harder and realized with a jolt that he was watching his mother and Severus Snape sitting at a park bench. They were not looking at each other, but watching children play on the swings against a distant sunset.
"Thank you, Sev," Lily turned to face her childhood friend. His dark eyes locked briefly with her bright green ones before he nodded and returned his gaze to the disappearing sun.
The two sat in a comfortable silence until Harry heard more voices in the distance. He squinted again and saw with delight his father, Godfather, Remus Lupin, Tonks, and Albus Dumbledore making their way up a small hill, towards his mother and Snape. Harry watched as his father immediately stood behind Lily, with a protective grasp on her shoulder.
"Listen, Snape," James began gravely. "We would all like to express our gratitude for your efforts in protecting Harry." Remus nodded kindly and Sirius made a strange noise between a grunt and a cough. Snape merely glanced at them in acknowledgement and turned his attention to Dumbledore.
"Any news, Dumbledore?" He asked.
"No, Severus," the brilliant wizard replied, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. "No news at all!" A rare smile spread across the former Potions Master's face and he turned back to Lily's green eyes. Suddenly, Harry was losing focus and it got blurry and he so very badly wanted to stay and talk but they were farther and farther and farther...
Harry sat up with a gasp, his hand clutching his scar, out of pure habit. His eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight pouring in through his bedroom window and he reached over to the nightstand and put on his glasses.
"G'morning, Mr. Potter," a warm, sweet voice greeted him.
"Hello there, Mrs. Potter," He responded, smiling as he leaned forward for a kiss. He received a sharp whack in the chest and realized that along with himself and Ginny, there were three little Potters in his bedroom. James was gagging at the foot of the bed, Albus Severus was glowering from between Harry and Ginny, and little Lily Potter was currently zooming circles around the bed on a toy broomstick.
"Everything alright?" Ginny asked, a touch of concern in her brown eyes.
"Yes," Harry smiled faintly. "Everything's alright."