Another HUGE thank you to my lovely reviewers, you guys are seriously awesome and my motivation to keep writing this story! So anyways, here is the lengthy chapter three, I hope you enjoy!

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As Jacob and Amelia recounted to her the strange events of their morning, Eva listened patiently. There was something about the story that she could not put her finger on, something that stirred memories she could not remember. He husband always described the feeling as his wall itching. "That is very strange," she said once they had finished. She wondered if they were making the whole thing up, they often liked to play little pranks and tricks on her; the two of them were quite skilled at synchronizing their stories.

However, her daughter's distress and lack of amusement told her they were not making this up. "Do you think you'll hear back?" Amelia only shrugged and left the kitchen for her bedroom, her disappointment written clearly across her face.

Eva had to wonder if it was her fault. While working at the library she had begun to come up with ideas for children's stories which became picture books, which had gotten published. Throughout Amelia's childhood she had been surrounded by these magical stories. The hero in Eva's books was always an old wizard with sparkling blue eyes and a long white beard. He dressed in robes, wore a pointed hat and wielded a wand. The wizard had all sorts of adventures battling dragons and dark wizards.

Growing up around so much fantasy, had Amelia started to believe it was all true? Or at least hope it was? Eva knew that magic was not real, but deep in her heart she had always hoped it was, maybe her daughter had hoped the same and perhaps Jacob had too. While Amelia was crestfallen and incredulous, Jacob had told the story with excitement, he was more anxious to receive a reply than his disbelieving daughter.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts, "Are you expecting anyone?" Jacob shook his head. Ethel's little cottage was fairly isolated, people never just stopped by. They had stayed there all those years, not because they could not leave, they had the means to buy a different house now, but they did not want to. It was home and it was the only home either of them had ever known. Well, the only home either of them remembered.

Eva thought about The Incident every day. When she had woken up, in Jacob's arms all those years ago, she should have panicked, that was what any sane person would do. Jacob had been a stranger after all. But she felt so safe in his arms, when he told her it would be alright, she believed him and later, when he told her that they were married, she didn't feel so alone. There was something about Jacob that was warm and familiar, even though she couldn't remember him.

At first, they didn't act like a married couple; they agreed that it would be best for them to get to know themselves and each other first. As Eva rediscovered herself and she fell hard for Jacob. He frustrated her to no end, he could make her laugh until she couldn't breathe and he loved her to the ends of the Earth. Since the only record of their marriage had been the rings on their fingers, they were remarried shortly after Ethel's death and Amelia had been born a few years later.

Eva opened the door and on their doorstep was a rather severe looking woman. Her features were sharp and strict, her hair was pulled into a tight bun at the nape of her neck and she wore the strangest clothes, emerald green robes, like the ones the wizard in Eva's books wore. When she saw Eva, the woman gasped and her eyes went wide. She placed one hand over her heart in shock and the other she used to support herself on the door frame. "Merlin," she whispered. "Can it really be you?" The woman's eyes searched Eva and Jacob's faces frantically.

Eva exchanged an anxious glance with her husband, "Do you know us?" Her voice was shaky. Could this be it, what they had been waiting for all these years? Had someone from their past finally found them?

They had always hoped that something like this would happen, but after weeks and months and years of silence, Eva did not think anyone from their old lives would ever come find them. Their old lives must not have been worth going back to, if no one had cared enough to find them, Eva thought. Besides, they were happy in the new life they had created for themselves.

"No," she said quickly, standing tall again, it was suddenly obvious that this woman had not meant to find them. "It isn't possible. What kind of sick joke is this? Are you Death Eaters?" The woman pulled out a wood stick and pointed it at them, which seemed like a ridiculous thing to do, but it instilled fear in Eva, she grasped Jacob's forearm. "Why are you impersonating them?" Anger shone in the woman's eyes, but there was also grief. She had cared for the people she thought Eva and Jacob were, if only they could convince her to tell them.

"Who? We aren't impersonating anyone," Jacob stepped in fiercely but Eva could tell how desperate he was to find out who she thought they were.

The woman shook her head. "This is impossible. They died fourteen years ago."

Fourteen years ago, that was when their memories started, anything before that was blank. They could very well be the people this woman was talking about and there was something familiar about her, the sight of her made the wall itch like mad.

It all made sense too, any family and friends they had thought they were dead, and people don't go looking for dead people. "Please," Eva begged, "We woke up fourteen years ago with no memories. If you think you might know who we are, please tell us."

The woman looked unsure now, she glanced back and forth between them suspiciously; her wand lowered slightly, "You look a great deal like James and Lily Potter."

Her heart leapt at the sound of their names. "Lily Potter," she tried the name out. It sounded so right, like it was the name she was supposed to have and the person she was supposed to be, whoever that was. She loved the name, she loved having James's last name in place of hers, being Mrs. Potter. What had her maiden name been? She frowned and her eye brows knitted together in thought and concentration.

"Evans," James whispered, as though he had read her mind. That was it, Evans, her maiden name and the name he had first thought of when they had woken up all those years ago. He used to call her by her last name when they were younger, constantly taunting and teasing her until he finally grew up enough for her to tolerate him and then, somehow, they had fallen in love.

Go out with me Evans. Go on… Go out with me…

"James Potter, the arrogant toerag," The words came from a memory she could not access, there must be a crack in her wall now, things from her past were leaking through. Her head ached so badly, but she didn't care. "Will you come in? I can put on the kettle." She addressed the woman now, whoever she was, she was the key to their past. She was distrustful of them and perhaps even frightened, if they could put her at ease, she might open up.

The woman eyed her warily, as though Eva might slip rat poison in the tea, "I'm sending for Albus." She waved her wand and said, "Expecto Patronum!" A silver cat erupted from the tip of the wand; it was a strange sight but not entirely shocking. The image of a silver doe came to Lily's mind.

The woman whispered to it and the cat bounded off. Then there was silence, the woman watched them mutely. Lily studied her, willing more information to slip through the crack. Somehow she knew that the woman was strict, though kind, she had liked and respected her a lot from wherever it was she knew her from.

James stared at the woman, biting his lip, he apparently recognized her too. "You got irritated with me a lot. You were my teacher, I think, and you hated me… I would always make good grades without studying or trying and I would always get in trouble... Professor…" he trailed off, unable to come up with a name.

"McGonagall," the professor finished for him. She was the woman who had written Amelia from the magic school. Could it be true? Lily felt the excitement again, the same excitement she had felt as a girl when she received her letter. There were mixed emotions there, at the memory of receiving her own Hogwarts letter, overwhelming excitement but fear and sadness as well, though she could not remember why.

For a moment, there was less disbelief in Professor McGonagall's eyes, but they hardened again quickly. "Anyone could have told you that. It's no secret that James Potter was a frustrating student."She paused before continuing in a softer tone, "I never hated him though."

"I'm flattered, Minnie," James flashed a charming smile at her, the professor looked bewildered. That was just the sort of thing he always did when they were in school together…

Lily tried to remember Professor McGonagall's class, her head hurt so badly but she kept pushing it in attempt to widen the crack and get her memories back. "It was difficult for me, your class. I studied so hard and just couldn't get the hang of it and it made me so angry that Potter had so much natural talent for it." She was missing something huge, a giant piece of the puzzle. "Professor, what happened to us?"

Eva had a sinking feeling that it was something awful and terrible and tragic. It must have been, they had ended up with memory loss and they had left behind people they loved, but who? She looked to her professor for answers, her lips parted slightly, but whatever she had been about to say was cut short by the cracking sounds of people appearing around them. Lily jumped; she had never gotten used to people apparating around her, it always unnerved her.

There were three people who had apparated on their doorstep; one was an old man, who closely resembled the wizard in her stories. He had a long white beard, sparkling blue eyes behind half moon glasses and wore purple robes. The second man was not quite as old, but he looked as though life had chewed him up and spat him out several times over, his features were worn and drawn downwards in a permanent scowl. He had apparently lost an eye at some point, in its place was something unnatural, the prosthetic eye moved independently of the other, focusing on Eva, then Jacob. Eva felt as though the eye was looking straight through her. A girl had also accompanied them, she was hardly older than Eva and Jacob had been when they lost their memories, her hair was a brilliant shade of pink.

"May we come in?" The old wizard asked, his eyes sparkled but did not reveal his thoughts, "I believe we have a great deal to talk about." Lily knew that she respected the old wizard a lot and admired him. He was another professor from Hogwarts, like Professor McGonagall, she guessed.

"You're as mad and senile as they've been saying, Albus, it's clearly a trap, set by Death Eaters," the man with the strange eye said. This man didn't seem familiar at all, Lily must not have ever met him though he scared her a little, he seemed a bit mad.

The old wizard held up a tiny vial of clear liquid, "Veritaserum will tell us," he addressed James and Lily once more, "May we come in?" he asked again. Wordlessly, Lily nodded and stepped aside to allow them entry to her home. When they settled in the living room, he held the vial up again. "This is a potion called Veritaserum, it will extract the truth from anyone who takes it, all it takes is a few drops."

Jacob furrowed his brow; these strangers showed up at their door and asked them to take a strange potion. His sensible, muggle Jacob side told him that taking the potion was a terrible idea, yet James knew it was the only way to gain their trust and unravel their past. He trusted them, he didn't know why, but he knew he could trust them. He had known them in his past, he could feel it. They had all been sort of mentors to him, save the girl with the pink hair, James was quite certain he had never met her, though if he had, she would have been a child at the time.

He nodded and began to say they'd take the potion, but a small voice from behind interrupted him. "What's happening?"

Amelia. He had almost forgotten she was there; she stood half hidden behind the door frame. Jacob's voice caught in his throat, how could he even begin to explain this to his daughter when he wasn't sure what was happening himself?

"You must be Amelia," the old wizard said kindly, for which Jacob was thankful, Eva seemed to have lost her voice as well. "Did you get your Hogwarts letter today?"

She stared the man in the eye boldly. "That was a prank," Amelia said defiantly. Her eyes drifted to the girl with the pink hair, then the man with the strange eye. When she saw him, her eyes darted away frantically, but a moment later, she snuck another peek at him and his mad eye.

The old wizard's eyes twinkled in amusement and he smiled, "Every word of that letter was true. Nymphadora, why don't you keep Amelia company and tell her a little bit about Hogwarts?" Nymphadora, the pink-haired woman, looked slightly disappointed to be left out of the excitement, but she stood regardless. James knew his daughter was safe with this woman, it was insane to trust a stranger with his child like that, but it felt right.

He nodded to Amelia and smiled reassuringly to let her know it was alright and once she and Nymphadora had retreated to Amelia's room, James took his wife's hand in his. They exchanged a glance and he knew instantly that she was thinking the same thing he was, "We'll take the potion."

"Very well," the old wizard put three drops of the potion on each of their tongues. It didn't taste like anything and he didn't feel differently after taking it. James looked to the old wizard expectantly. "Do you know who I am?"

"No," Eva answered at the same time. The old man was familiar, yes, but Jacob didn't know who he was or where he knew him from. The school maybe, the same school Professor McGonagall taught at, Hogwarts. His name was Albus, he knew that much, but that didn't really mean anything.

"Are you taking Polyjuice Potion to make yourselves look like Lily and James Potter?" Professor McGonagall asked quietly, the grief that had been present before was back.

"No," they said simultaneously again.

"Are you Death Eaters?" The man with the mad eye growled.

"No," the man looked mildly surprised. Truthfully, Jacob didn't even know what a Death Eater was, though his heart jumped from fear of the words.

The man did not appear to be entirely appeased by their answer and next demanded, "Do you work for Voldemort?"

Voldemort. The word rang in his ears and his whole body went cold with fear. By the way Lily clutched his hand he knew she felt the same way. Whoever or whatever Voldemort was, it wasn't good, his head felt as though it were about to explode, the wall was cracking.

He saw a white face and gleaming red eyes. Avada Kedavra!

James rubbed his temples, it was all too much, "He tried to kill us, didn't he? We should have died, we should be dead… How did we survive?"

Eva shook her head, tears in her eyes, "I don't remember any of it. I don't remember V- him. I just know I'm afraid." She couldn't say the name from fear. James wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, kissing the top of her head.

The old wizard did not answer James' question, but moved on to the next, a bit of wonder shining in those old blue eyes. "Who are you?"

James hesitated, but the truth spilled out of him anyways, "If you had asked me yesterday, I would have said Jacob Andrews, without a doubt. But today… Today, I know I am James Potter." If only he knew just who James Potter really was. He had been forced to rediscover himself fourteen years ago; it seemed now that he would have to do it all over again. James Potter couldn't be terribly different from Jacob Andrews, could he?

The old wizard nodded, regarding him curiously, "And you, my dear, who are you?" he addressed Lily now.

"Lily Evans Potter," she said without any hesitation, "But I'm also Eva Andrews. She is a part of me too."

The old wizard nodded simply. Professor McGonagall had tears in her eyes and her hand over her mouth in shock. The other wizard still regarded them suspiciously, but James had a feeling that he regarded everyone suspiciously. "If you could, please tell us your version of the events of the past fourteen years."

James began the story since he had woken up first that night. He told them of Ethel and the doctors and the hospital. Somewhere during his story, Lily took over, telling them in detail about their amnesia, she had researched it extensively and described how James's had been slightly different than hers.

She thought it was the strangest thing when they were at the hospital, he kept asking what all the machines did, how they worked, what the wires did and why they were necessary. Eva had found it exhausting to keep up with his never ending questions about the most basic things. She thought perhaps more normal surroundings, like a house, would help, but it didn't. He had no idea how to work the toaster or the lawn mower or even how to replace a light bulb. She had found him standing in the dark one night because "the light was gone." As Lily spoke she realized it had been because James never knew any of those things being a pureblood wizard while Lily had been muggle born.

Then together, they told of their various failed attempts at finding friends and family in the muggle world, how they had fallen in love again easily and every other detail of their lives from Amelia's birth to Lily's books and James's work as a police officer.

Lily's parents were long dead, she remembered painfully, but she had a sister in the muggle world, though she couldn't remember her well. Maybe they hadn't been close. She apparently had not seen any of James and Lily's ads in the muggle newspapers, but then, why would she look in missing persons for people she knew to be dead?

When they finished their story, Professor McGonagall was in tears, "It's them Albus, it's really them."

"It is indeed," the old wizard said. The man with the mad eye was even silent with shock. "Welcome back, Lily and James."

"Thank you…" James trailed off, not knowing how to address the man.

"Albus," he said with a kind smile, "Albus Dumbledore. You've met Minerva, this is Alastor Moody, he's an auror, as is Nymphadora- Nymphadora Tonks, though she prefers to be known by her surname."

"An auror," James repeated the word. Aurors were like the police officers of the wizarding world, he remembered. His parents had been aurors, but he could not recall what had happened to them or anything about that for that matter… He had been one as well. "You trained me, didn't you?" he addressed Moody, "Mad-Eye Moody, we called you…"

"The name stuck," Mad-Eye muttered gruffly while James grinned.

"Albus, please, tell us everything we've missed," Lily couldn't shake the feeling that they were still missing something huge. There was something the rest of them were avoiding; Professor McGonagall glanced worriedly at Albus.

"Lily," he said slowly and in a way that she knew right off he wasn't going to answer her questions. "I think you should remember things in your own time, for now. We don't know what caused your amnesia or what the effects could be if we push too hard, but I will start researching potions that may speed up the process. Today has already been a taxing day for both of you, and for us. I think it would be best if we took our leave for now. We have a lot of business to take care of, we will need to inform people of your… Resurfacing… And you need to rest."

"Albus," she said, matching his tone, she didn't want to admit he was right. She wanted her past back. "We were prepared to die for something and everyone believed that we had. What was it?"

He was silent for a long moment, studying her over his half moon glasses, "Peace." That was not it, she knew immediately. "Yes, there is more to it than that, a great deal more, but for now, please accept that answer. But your sacrifice did give us nearly fourteen years of peace." What sacrifice? Lily thought, they hadn't really died. "I think I should come back tomorrow, with a few of your old friends, perhaps, to help jog your memories."

Lily eyed him carefully, "I trust you, Albus."And she did, truly, with her life and with her past. "Can you come around ten?" She hated that he was right; it made her furious and more frustrated than she had ever been but she was exhausted and did not know how much more of this she could have taken. But she wanted answers, after so long the answers were within her grasp.

"Yes, I think that will work out well." Mad-Eye had gone to fetch Tonks, not being particularly sentimental. "Lily, James, it has been so wonderful to see you again." He shook both their hands and Professor McGonagall embraced them both warmly.

"So, it's them? They're really James and Lily?" Tonks was asking energetically as they rejoined the others in the living room.

"Yes," Mad-Eye replied in his usual, gruff manner. Tonks beamed at them and Lily smiled kindly back at her.

"Well then," Dumbledore said, "Until tomorrow." Then he addressed his companions, "Back to headquarters, I should think." And with a crack, they each disappeared into thin air and it was almost as though they had never been there at all.

Please don't hate me! I think it's important that James and Lily have their friends' support when they remember Harry, so that will happen soon. Anyways, I promise, chapter 4 is written; I just need to edit it obsessively before posting.

Hopefully switching back and forth between Eva and Lily and Jacob and James wasn't too confusing, I really wanted to show the transition as they began remembering their old lives, Lily/James referring to them as they remembered bits of their lives and Eva/Jacob being in the dark still. So I hope all that made sense, but from here on out, they'll most likely just be James and Lily.

Anyways, I love hearing from you guys so let me know what you think!