A/N: This is my 6th story, so please review, flames are welcome, but if you're nice to me, I'll review your stories, that's a promise!

Also, this is just the prologue.


Lily was bored, as she had been for the past 18 years; she sat down on the park bench and sighed, "James, I don't think I can last in this place for the rest of Harry's life."

"Lily, we can't do anything about it. This is the one we chose." James replied kindly

"I want to – hang on wait, Harry just got home." She said

She looked through glass and saw her 19 year old son walk through his front door, as he threw his keys on the table, she smiled and waved; although he didn't notice.

James put his arm around her, "Lily, we need to give up, we aren't ever going to get out of this photo." he said softly. Lily smiled weakly; she knew her husband was right.

Lily and James had died 18 years earlier, killed by Voldemort, leaving their only child in the world to fend for himself. Lily had cast two spells before her death, as she knew her time was running out. The first spell had been a spell of love and protection, to keep her son Harry safe from the murderous clutch of Voldemort. The second spell was a spell to conserve herself and James, in a photo that had been taken of them at a park close to Godric's Hollow. Ever since, their memory was in the photo, they weren't alive, in fact they were far from it. They were just spirits, just memories: very real memories.


They had watched him grow up, watched him take his first steps, hear his first words, watch him cast his first spell, and they knew that he had defeated Voldemort, they had also seen his new girlfriend Ginny. They had done all of this, from the confinement of their photo frame.

As Lily watched her son walk past the frame, a tear ran down her cheek.

"Lily, don't move." James said

Lily froze, "What? Is it a spider?"

"No, you're crying."

"So, I cry almost everyday. I'm a woman."

"No, Lily, your tear."

Then she realised, the glass on the front of the frame had vanished, and Lily's tear was running down her face, which was coming out of the frame. She looked towards James, who was wearing a broad smile.

"Go through." He said.

"What?"

"Go through, I'll be fine."

"James, I am not leaving without you." Lily said firmly.

"I'll be right behind you, somehow." His hazel eyes were shining, in way that Lily had only seen four times; when she first said she'd go out with him, when she accepted his proposal, when they got married, and when Harry was born.

Lily hugged him tightly and placed a small, soft kiss on his lips,

"I love you James." She told him.


Lily stepped through the large glass-less frame, and into the empty hallway in Harry's house. She clutched her body, and realised she wasn't dreaming, she was alive! She turned around and smiled at James, and then squealed like a schoolgirl. James held out his hand to her, Lily reached towards the photo and grabbed James' hand, and pulled him through. Once again Lily pulled him into a tight embrace.

"Who are you?" a voice said, James let go of Lily and turned to look at his son.

"Harry!" Lily cried as flung herself around him and burst into tears

Harry raised his eyebrow, and then he recognized the two people standing in his hallway.

"Mum? Dad?" He looked towards James, who nodded. "No, this can't happen, you're death eaters, you sick, disgusting freaks. I've already killed Voldemort and you're still around?" Harry shouted as he pulled out his wand.

"Harry, we are your parents, we came from that photo." James said calmly as he pointed to the now empty photograph of a park bench.

Harry stared at the photo and passed out in disbelief.


OK, don't hate me cos' it's short, it's only a prologue!Please review, cos' if you do, I'll r&r your story! I'll update soonI promise. I have five other stories, if youwant to read those! I also have a c2 community, called Prongs and Mrs. Prongs, full of stories about James Lily and the Marauders.

Luv Ellie