"Lily!"

"Lil's?"

"LILY"

Lily landed with a slam onto the floorboards in the living room. Harry came running in. "Lily" he said softly as she collapsed against him breaking into sobs "Shhh. It's ok, it's ok. I'm gonna explain everything."

After Lily had disappeared in the tunnel Teddy had ran back to where Harry was in deep discussion with the now rather ancient Ludo Bagman about the Triwizard Tournament. Upon hearing Teddy's frantic tale Harry remembered instantly who he had met on his birthday all those years ago. Recognising his daughters face from his memories he and Teddy had rushed out of the Hogwarts grounds and apparated home.

After asking Teddy to put the kettle on he picked up Lily and placed her on the sofa where she had been sitting just five minutes before with her grandmother. Teddy entered the room with a tea pot, he had been told by Harry not to ask her any questions, so, leaving the teapot on the table he handed her a piece of chocolate and exited the room quietly. Now, Harry began to explain Dumbledore's final plan.

Harry had taken Lily up to the attic. Harry's children had spent a lot of time playing in here. Planning pranks and hiding sweets to have for a midnight feast. But today Harry turned to a cupboard that they were forbidden to go near. Harry had never shown his children the memories from his parents. He had told Teddy about the letter and the vials during christmas of his fifth year when he began to get worried about living with Adromeda who had begun to grow slower. Teddy however had neglected to view the memories until the following summer saying that he just wasn't ready to go through that. Harry had assured him that any time he changed his mind he just needed to let him know and he'd show him the pensive.

Now Harry was pulling out a select few vials for Lily. Turning to his still rather pale daughter he placed the pensive in front of her and smiled gently. Harry had sorted through the memories during the few months following his birthday. The ones which he had been warned about were difficult but the detentions, the quidditch match, the making of the map. Those were brilliant.

It was time, he figured, to share them.