A horrible, blinding whiteness awoke her. She glanced around her surroundings; everything was either white or grey. She was in a hospital bed, that's all she could tell. But she'd never been in a hospital ward that was so white. Where's Harry? She thought. She heard heavy, thudding footsteps coming to the door, the door creaking outside. That's got to be James with Harry, surely.

A tall man stood at the end of the bed, circular round glasses with bewitchingly dark eyes behind them and a mess of jet black hair. No Harry.

"Hey James," Lily croaked. She was surprised how coarse her voice sounded.

"Lily," James said, sitting down on the bed with her and enveloping her awkwardly in a hug.

"James. Where's Harry?" asked Lily.

James tucked an auburn lock of hair behind her ear.

"Lily, you don't remember do you?"

"Remember what? Why am I in St Mungo's? Where's Harry?"

James took her hands gently between his, "Lily, we aren't in St Mungo's."

"You haven't answered my question. Where's Harry?" Lily began to silently cry, tears falling down her cheeks, a sob catching in her throat.

"I've just got this awful feeling that something's happened to him." James let go of her hands, and hugged her tightly. For he had no idea what had happened to his son either.

"I don't know, Lils. I just don't know." He breathed into her thick shiny hair.

"Lily?" a voice as old as the hills said.

"Huh?" breathed Lily. She got out of bed, James holding her hand. An old woman appeared with salt and pepper hair. Lily's eyes flickered with recognition.

"Mum?" Lily whispered, she ran towards her almost knocking her back in a hug.

"Yes, darling, it's me," whispered her mother.

"But you're dead. Mum, I was at your funeral!" Lily exclaimed, tears pouring down her face, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Lily." James said. Lily ignored him.

"Lily! Listen to me. Do you remember the 31st of October?"

It came back to Lily, like someone had unpleasantly shoved her face under water. A green flash. "No! Not Harry! Please I'll do anything!" Someone screamed. No. Lily screamed. Voldemort.

"I'm dead? Is that what you want me to say?" I blurted out.

"I'm so sorry, Lils."

"So that's it? I'm dead?" asked Lily. James nodded solemnly.

"That means Harry's OK. He's not dead!"

Hi guys this is a super short one-shot. However, I am quite willing to make it longer and for it to continue with chapters. I'll only do this if I get a big enough response, because I'm currently working on my Clove and Cato fanfic. So please, please read and review. -ohsosexyfoxhat