Lily curled up into a ball and cried. She was dead, her husband was dead, and her son was more than likely dead as well. He had only been a year old…it just wasn't fair…

She lost track of time as she cried...although it also didn't feel like any time had passed at all. Is this hell? Lily couldn't help but wonder. Am I going to be stuck here forever, missing Harry and missing James, incapable of doing anything but thinking about them? If it was possible, she would have wanted to die again.

After hours had passed – or maybe it was seconds; it could have been months – she heard a voice calling her faintly. Her head shot up, red curls flying back as she looked around wildly.

"Lily?" the voice seemed so far away and she couldn't remember who it belonged to.

"I'm over here!" she called, unsure of which way to move. Lily looked around the white expanse and moved over to grip a rail she was sure hadn't been there a moment ago. Some sort of white smoke appeared and swirled around her legs and up her body. When it cleared, she was wearing a simple white dress – Lily hadn't even noticed she was naked.

"Lily? Where are you?"

"Here!" she called back again, wanting desperately to know who else was in this strange place with her. A small speck appeared far back in the blinding whiteness and slowly grew bigger. When she saw who it was, Lily took off running towards him.

She threw herself into his arms, nearly knocking them both over backwards. Her fingers laced through his messy black hair and his arms wrapped around her waist tightly. They just stood there and held each other for only Merlin knows how long.

Finally he pulled back and ran his fingers over her face in an almost desperate manner.

"Are you okay? You aren't really hurt, are you? I mean, other than the obvious-"

Lily cut him off by kissing him, hard. He responded enthusiastically and it was awhile before they spoke again.

"I didn't want you – I love you but I wish – you shouldn't be here Lily." Tears started rolling down James's face and he pressed himself closer to her. Lily clung to him but was surprised that she didn't start crying as well.

More time passed, as infinite as all the previous moments, and then James looked back at Lily and stroked her jaw.

"I'm so confused. I didn't want you to die. You never deserved that, and who…who is going to take care of Harry, on the off chance he survived?

"But at the same time, I'm so relieved that you are here because the thought of being stuck here, wherever this is, without you forever and you maybe moving on and loving someone else – it was tearing me up inside."

Lily laughed, in spite of their whole situation. "Do you really think that you could die and I would just move on?"

James remained grave. "It was always one of my biggest fears. Losing you somehow."

"Well," she said, "you should be happy to know that you are stuck with me for all of eternity now, just like you always wanted."

He couldn't help but smile, and neither could she. They both had wanted to live, for their son and for each other, but they both preferred to be dead together than suffer through life or the afterlife without their soulmate.

"Where is Harry?" James asked at the same time Lily said "Do you hear that?" James listened and heard the faint sound of a train.

More time passed – maybe – before they could make anything out. A white steam engine pulled up next to them and Lily looked at James worriedly.

"What…do you think we should get on?" she whispered.

"Well," he replied slowly, "We're safe from everything now – we're dead. Voldemort can't hurt us, so I think it's safe. But we don't have to get on if you don't want to."

Lily looked back at the train and took a deep breath, squeezing James's hand.

"Let's go."

They stepped onto the train and looked around curiously.

James brought them back down to Earth – so to speak – first.

"What happened to Harry?"

Lily paled. She had been so relieved to see James again that she had forgotten about her son temporarily. The guilt nearly swamped her – she had left her son unprotected and then promptly forgotten about him. Tears swam in her eyes, and seeing them, James hastened to reassure her.

"I'm sure he's fine Lily. We'd have seen him here if he wasn't, you know?"

Lily nodded and allowed herself to be pulled into his embrace. He stroked her hair and rocked them back and forth slightly while praying to Merlin and whoever else that Harry was okay, somehow.

The train started to move, startling them both and making them sit awkwardly onto a bench. A small screen flickered to life in front of them and they watched in awe as a silent scene took place in front of them, showing them Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall talking to Hagrid, who was holding a small bundle that looked like it could be –

"HARRY!" Lily cried, sobbing now out of relief.

The scene continued to play out, showing them little snippets of what they assumed was the future – Harry (who Lily was extraordinarily pleased to see was an almost exact replica of James) meeting a redheaded family, being Sorted, battles with Voldemort, meeting Sirius and Remus, falling in love with the redhead girl, and defeating Voldemort. Both James and Lily were in tears by the time the screen disappeared.

"I'm just so relieved that he's going to be okay!" Lily said softly into James's chest.

"Me too," he murmured, placing a kiss on the top of her head. "And you and I have the rest of forever to be together and be happy."

The train chugged on.

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