Author's Note: Yeah. I killed her parents. I'm a full fledged murderer now. Better run for it! Alright, explanation time. In the book, Harry lives with Petunia and Vernon, If his grandparents were alive, wouldn't he live with them instead of the sister who hated his mother? That's just my view on it, so I killed them off. And it would make Petunia hate Lily even more.

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Chapter Twenty Nine: Remembrance

Lily woke the day of the funeral, a somber mood had already fallen on the house despite the sun poking through the clouds of winter every so often. Petunia wouldn't let her help with the funeral, and Lily was almost positive that the only reason she was allowed to attend was because of Professor Dumbledore.

She glanced around her room, looking at all the things she had acquired over the years, the things from her childhood, the things she didn't bring to Hogwarts. Petunia made it clear that Lily was to get out of the house the moment the funeral was over. Since her parents died unexpectedly, they hadn't made a Will, and things were left to be divided among their daughters. Petunia claimed the house and 'any thing else that I want'. Lily just wanted her stuff from her room.

A picture on her bedside table was the thing she wanted most. It was taken before her fifth year. Her and her parents had posed at Platform Nine and Three Quarters for Madison's parents to take the picture of them. Lily's prefect badge was pinned to her chest, and she was smiling. Her parents kept hugging her and smiling at the camera. As she stared at it, watching them beaming up at her, she noticed something in the picture that she could have sworn wasn't there before. In the background, beyond her and her parents, a boy was leaning up against the brick wall, staring down at Lily and her parents. He had messy, black hair, and glasses. His expression was that of longing, until two other boys came up to him and dragged him on the train.

Lily's eyes lifted from the photograph, and flicked across her room, to where James was sleeping. Sprawled out on a bed they had transfigured three nights ago from a pillow. His glasses were on her desk, the covers were tangled around him; showing off his bare chest, and he was breathing deeply. She rolled out of her bed, and crossed the room, kneeling next to is bed. "James..." She cooed, taking his hand in hers. He grunted, but didn't move. "James...?" Lily spoke a little louder.

"Hnn?" He pried his eyes open, and smiled sleepily at her. "Morning..." He yawned, and sat up. "Here... sit here." He patted the bed next to him.

She crawled onto the bed, placing herself between his legs. His arms wrapped around her waist, and he kissed her forehead. "I don't want to go." She mumbled, the tears clinging to her eyelashes.

"Darling, you have to... as closure. At the very least." James recalled his own father's funeral, how he didn't want to go, he refused to believe that his father, the man he looked up to was gone. His mother had told him the same thing. "You don't have to like being there, but you should go... see them off..."

She nodded, and he felt the moistness of her tears as they dripped onto his bare skin.

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They gathered in the cemetery, listening to a priest who never knew them talk about Rose and George Evans as if he were their closest friend. Lily was squeezing James' hand, and he squeezed back, just as tight, letting her know he was there for her.

All she could think about was how she wanted this day to be over. How she wanted to go back to Hogwarts and stay there. She didn't want to be part of the world outside, the world of chaos and turmoil. She wanted to stay safe, inside the walls of the castle.

People Lily didn't know said kind words about her parents, and how much they loved their daughters, and bragged about them. One woman mentioned how proud they were that their youngest daughter, Lily, was accepted into a boarding school. She smiled through her tears. She never knew that her parents made up a lie to brag about her.

The small crowd thinned, as people stepped forward and threw flowers on top of the caskets. Lily was the last to place her flowers on the caskets. She placed two on each. A red rose, to signify love, and black rose to signify death.

After the funeral, everything was a blur. She vaguely remembered going back to her–no, Petunia's house, finding an owl in her room, telling her to take the Knight Bus with James to the Leaky Cauldron, and floo back to Hogwarts, the phrase being "Phoenix Lair", when they were ready. An argument with Petunia and a few choice words later, they were up in her room packing to leave.

Lily packed the things she wanted to keep from her room, which wasn't much, but the first thing she grabbed was the photograph. There was her jewelry box from her parents her first year at Hogwarts, a banner for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and photographs of the school and her friends.

Before she knew it, she was flagging down the Knight Bus with James. "Don't worry about her Lily, I hate to say it, but you're sister's a prat. I was debating on hexing her... she shouldn't talk to you like that."

The purple triple decker bus popped in a few houses down and skidded to a halt in front of them. "'lo there. My name's– Oy! James Potter! What 'chu doin' outside of Hogwarts, eh?"

"Hello Ernie. I'm helping my girlfriend through a tough time..." He said nodding his head in Lily's direction.

Her eyes were glazed over. Things didn't seem to matter to her. Only James. Ernie nodded in understanding, and grabbed the two bags from James. "Where to?"

"Oh uh, the Leaky Cauldron." James said before turning to Lily. "Lily, love, the bus is here." She seemed to fragile, like one work could make her, or break her.

She blinked, and seemed to come to. "Huh? Oh, Hello." She attempted a smile at Ernie, just realizing he was there. She let James usher her onto the bus, and seat her in a plush chair by the window.

With a BANG and a jolt, they were off, speeding down the road for the Leaky Cauldron. There were stops along the way, and James made sure Lily stayed in her seat instead of rocketing forward.

Within the hour, they were stopped in front of the pub, and let off. Tom the inn keeper was waiting for them. "Mr. Potter, Miss Evans. Lovely to see you, come now, I've got to get you back to Hogwarts safely."

Lily flooed first, followed closely by James and their bags. Professor Dumbledore was waiting for them.

"Hello, Lily, James. I didn't expect you back so soon."

Being back in the castle seemed to snap Lily back to life. "I had a fight with my sister. Actually, it was more of her yelling at me and blaming me for everything. So we packed up and left."

"I see. You are... feeling better? Up to going to class so soon?" He seemed skeptical.

Lily nodded. "Life wasn't meant to dwell on sorrows. James is right. My parents would want me to be happy. And I'm going to do just that, for them, if not for myself."

"Wise words, Miss Evans. If you're hungry, I believe dinner shall be served momentarily."

"Thank you, Professor. Really. Thank you." Lily smiled and left the office.

Professor Dumbledore turned to James. "Is she really alright?"

James nodded. "I think so... she seemed out of it, but I think she just wants to forget that it ever happened... I don't exactly blame her..."

He nodded. "Watch over her, James. She may not be as stable as she wants to be."

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Author's Note: Alright. First things first. I've never been to a funeral before, so I'm really sorry if it didn't seem right, or didn't seem as sad as it should have been. Though I do thank my cousin, Amanda, for helping me with that part of the chapter. And I'm sorry this was kinda short... but... summer is coming to a close for me, so I'm trying to hang out with my friends, and write at the same time. Don't worry though, chapters should be relatively fast! I luff you all, and review!

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