A/N: This story takes place at the end of Harry's first year, just after the confrontation with Quirellmort. This is my first fanfic, and yes, I realize that it is a cliché but I needed to start somewhere. Constructive criticism is welcome.
Disclaimer: The wonderful wizardring world of Harry Potter does not belong to me, but to the amazing J.K. Rowling.
As the sun sets in Godric's Hallow, two people appear. Their appearance is what many would call a miracle, and what a few would understand was out of necessity. In the little cemetery, both lay quite still. For hours both lay, neither waking. After the sun is gone, and a bitter, chilly wind whips through the air, a man, the first of the two awakes. Only knowing he is awake, but not entirely knowing why, he lays for a few moments. Taking stock of himself and how he feels, slowly remembering things that drive a shiver of dread through his spine. After taking catalogue of his body and possible injuries, and realizing that beyond being sore and stiff he is better than one should be after being dead. Idly, he works to open his eyes, knowing that he must discover the truth of what has happened. Moving slowly, he begins to get up, until a voice, soft, gentle, and unsure, throws him into a sense of urgency.
"James?" she inquires, sounding as if she's hoping for a response, but dreading the possibility of not receiving one.
"Lily," he breathes a sigh of relief, letting out the fear he had been holding tight since his mind woke. "Are you alright? How long have you been awake?" Now standing, eyes wide and alert, James leans down to his wife, her red hair fanned about her body, as she slowly pushes herself up onto her elbows, slowly opening her eyes, the emerald orbs searching his hazel ones, as if to reassure herself that yes he was there, and she wasn't imagining things. James leans a hand down, which she gratefully takes as he helps pull her up, despite his sore and protesting muscles. For a moment, they just stand, holding each other, taking comfort in the fact that they were together, that for a moment at least, they need not think, only take comfort in the presence of the other.
Slowly, almost regretfully, Lily leans back to look at her husband. She looks him in the eyes, and says one thing, "Harry." James immediately jumps into action, looking for any clues that could lead him to his son. Noticing their headstone, he pulls her forward. "Lily, he's not here. It must have worked. We must have saved him!"
"James, we have to find him. Why else would we be back? He needs us. We need to go find Dumbledore."
"No. Sirius. He would be with Sirius," James counters fiercely, wanting to see their son as soon as possible.
"Honey, yes he would be, but we don't know where Sirius might be. We don't even know what time of year it is, much less how much time may have passed. For all we know 15 years may have passed. He might be in Hogwarts, or it might be summer holidays. Either way, we both know that Albus will know where he is. I'd rather find him sooner than guessing where Sirius may be," Lily counters, knowing that her husband wants to find Harry as soon as possible, but also knowing he won't think rationally if Harry is in danger. James visibly deflates in front of her, recognizing her logic, even if he doesn't like it. Running a hand through his messy black hair, he replies in a manner they belies his stress and anxiety of the situation "Alright Lil's, we'll take the Honeydukes passage way into the castle. It'll be faster than apparating to the front gates and then traversing through all of Hogwarts to get to his office. The faster we get there, the better." Lily relaxes, seeing James going into Auror mode, and knowing that he will get them to their son as soon as possible. She takes his arm, and he quickly apparates them to Hogsmeade, willing himself towards Hogsmeade, towards Hogwarts, and hopefully, towards their son.