Lily sat in a plush chair in front of the fire place in the headmasters office, staring into the cheery flames. Albus was sitting next to her, contemplating something. He finally turned to her, "Might I inquire as to what happened that night?"
Lily blinked. "Professor, what do you mean 'that night'? What day is it? How long have I been..." she didn't want to continue that sentence. She couldn't think of herself as... dead. It just wasn't possible.
Albus sighed, "I'm afraid, my dear, that the day is August 21st, 1994. You have been... well, it has been thirteen years since that night."
Lily sat back, stunned. Thirteen years. She was under the ground, thought to be dead for thirteen years. James was dead. What about her baby? Her little boy? "What about Harry? What happened to Harry?" she was starting to get hysteric.
Dumbledores eyes twinkled, "Harry is alive and well, my dear. He survived that night with nought but a scar."
She sagged with relief. Her baby was alive. Only now, he wasn't a baby. He was a teen. He grew up without her. She never saw him start school, or fly a broom or get his Hogwarts letter, or taught him to read. "Where is he? He's living with Sirius, right? Or with Alice? She is his godmother. Where is he, Albus?"
The aged man sighed, "No, he is not with Sirius, as he is an escaped fugitive. Nor is he with Alice Longbottom, for she is in St. Mungos, in the long term damage ward for over-exposer to the Cruciatus curse, along side her husband Frank."
Tears formed in her eyes as she listened. Alice, her best friend and maid of honor was in St. Mungos, unable to comprehend anything. And Sirius, "What do you mean, Sirius is an escaped fugitive. He shouldn't have been arrested in the first place."
"At the time, we believed that he was your Secret Keeper and that he killed Peter Pettigrew. He was framed and sent to Azkaban. I only came to know the truth at the end of last term."
"So he was in Azkaban for twelve years. And you let it happen. You didn't even push for a trial, did you?"
He looked grave, "I am truly sorry, Lily."
She practically sneered, "Where did you leave Harry, then?"
"He was placed at his aunts house, under the protection of blood wards."
Lily looked aghast, "You left him at Petuina's? Are you mad? She hates me. No doubt she turned that hatred to my son."
"Now I'm sure that you're over reacting, my dear."
She stood, glowering at him, "I am going to retrieve my son, and don't you dare try to stop me. And after that, I am going to the Ministry to clear up this whole matter."
She stormed out of office and practically flew out of the castle, wasting no time to get past the wards to apparate to her sisters house in Little Whining, Surrey.