Author's Note: Here goes the first chapter, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter.

It was a dizzying feeling, followed by every inch of their body aching, but soon all went away. The man was first to open his eyes, the woman next, everything was blurry, but soon fell into focus. They saw a house that was completely ruined, covered in ivy and other weeds that sprouted everywhere in the wood. The man stood up, stumbled a bit, then helped the woman up. Her green eyes were wide in awe, "Are we really alive?"

He looked around warily, "I don't know, how could we be?"

She took his hand and held it nervously as they stepped through their old door into a mess of a garden. The chain link fence in front of the house was rusted thoroughly and parts had rusted away, and something compelled them to look back at the house. They saw a part of the house that had the appearance of being blown off, but they had no clue how. The two were devastated at the state of their home wondering how long they had been dead, though didn't remember fully how they died.

Suddenly a sign burst up from the ground between them forcing them to part. After the shock they became curious and looked around at the other side of the sign. It was a simple wood sign with gold letters covered in nettles and moss. It was evident people had written on it, but the words shown through:

On this spot, on the night of 31 October 1981,

Lily and James Potter lost their lives.

Their son, Harry, remains the only wizard

ever to have survived the Killing Curse.

This house, invisible to Muggles, has been left

in it's ruined state as a monument to the Potters

and as a reminder of the violence

that tore apart their family.

They read it solemnly, and broke into smiles at the third line. Their son had survived! They read a few of the messages that mysteriously offered support to Harry, but for what? The newest message was in bottle-green ink, and a similar hand to the woman's.

I thank those who supported me,

even when most doubted.

I am eternally grateful to the D.A. and Order,

and in mourning to those who gave their lives.

HP

"Harry…" The woman said, "What's happened?"

A crack sounded behind them, "A lot." A voice said behind them, they turned reaching for their wands, but found nothing. In a panic they stared at the newcomers, two men. The speaker was a bit taller than James, with bright red hair, freckles and a young face. The other was a thin blacked hair boy who held his wand nervously, hoping not to use it. Both wore floor length black robes. "It's okay, we're friends."

"We've never met, how are we friends?" James said in a low voice.

The two exchanged glances, the red head replied, "Moony and Padfoot are waiting for you Prongs and Lily."

Lily was uneasy still, "Who are you?"

The red head was first to answer, "Ron, the youngest of the Weasley sons."

The black haired boy replied, "And I'm Neville Longbottom."

"Longbottom? Are you Alice and Frank's son?" James asked.

The man paled a little, "Yeah, we were sent to take you to the ministry."

At their confused looks Ron added, "We need you to go through orientation before living in the real world again."

"One question." Lily said, "How long have we been dead?"

Ron answered, "About twenty-four years."

The Potters were dragged through several long hallways in the Ministry by the two men until they came to a door that the men told them to go through. They did as they were told, closing the heavy door behind them. Before they looked around the room they heard a yell, "James!" And soon someone was hugging James.

"Sirius?" James asked as he freed himself.

His friend looked much older, and gaunt as a skeleton, "Yeah, Moony's here too. And you have to see what he's done while we were dead."

They looked where Sirius pointed, Remus was as ragged and shabby as ever, but had his arm around the shoulder of a woman with bright pink hair. They came over and Remus said happily, "Hi James, I'd like you to meet my wife, Dora."

"You're married! Moony, the sensible Marauder got married! And let me guess, Siri was in Azkaban and Peter joined the dark side." He said jokingly.

"Actually, Peter did join the dark side, and I was in Azkaban because I tried to kill him for betraying you." Sirius said seriously, "I became the first to ever escape Azkaban."

They were shocked again, but it explained the way Sirius looked. Lily asked, "So everyone here was dead?"

Remus nodded, "Moody was helping Harry escape Voldemort after sixth year, Dobby, the hous elf in the corner saved four of the original six, Ollivander, another student, and a goblin that cost his life, me, Dora and the Weasley kid along with a few others were killed in the final battle, and Sirius was killed by drapery."

"Drapery?" James said questioningly.

"For the last time, it was a magical veil in the department of mysteries." Sirius said angrily.

Lily looked around the room, "How did Dumbledore get here?"

Sirius frowned, "Apparently he killed him. He was in with Voldemort the whole time, and he was the potions teacher at Hogwarts." Sirius pointed to a greasy haired man in the corner.

"Snivellous." James said angrily and walked over to him. "I always knew you were evil."

"I think you have some things confused, Potter." Snape's eyes were filled with hate as he stood.

A person no one recognized stepped in between them, "If anyone fights in here they're going to wish they never came back to life." His stern voice was clear throughout the room, his eyes moved slowly between the Marauders and Snape. The man wasn't big, looking nearly scrawny, a couple inches taller than James, but still shorter than Sirius. He wore simple black robes with no adornment. He had long hair that went to his shoulders, some was pulled back in a ponytail, the rest shielded his forehead and grey eyes from view.

James scowled at his long time enemy, but he and the other marauders moved away nonetheless. The man, who looked to be in his thirties moved on through a connecting door. When he was gone James asked, "Who was that?"

Most people shrugged, "I have no idea, but he didn't seem to friendly." Moody replied.

Lily scrunched her face in confusion, "How did they get you?"

"We were moving Harry to a new location, Mundungus' cowardice got me killed." Moody growled, Sirius frowned in dislike of the man.

"Who did kill Fletcher?" He asked.

The door the man had gone through opened as he spoke, it was Ron, "Unfortunately no one, yet. A couple of our aurors are waiting for him to do something stupid so we can arrest him and hopefully sentence him on treason during the second war."

The room was silent a moment, then a red haired man jumped up and hugged Ron saying, "Ickle Ronniekins!"

"Nice to see you too, Fred," And pushed him away looking beet red in the face, "If you'll all go through here we'll tell you what you need to get around the world since your deaths." As they walked in Ron was whispering to Fred about calling him 'Ickle Ronniekins'.

A/N: I love calling Ron 'Ickle Ronnikins' as much as I like calling Voldemort 'Voldie'. I'm with Sirius, let's kill 'Dung, in fact… Oh, thanks for reading, please read and reply!