Part Nine:

Professor Dumbledore walked into his office, hoping that Harry had returned. Or that he'd been found by Remus. He'd asked Dobby to keep an eye out for him and the house elf had agreed, looking worried. Upon reaching his door, he was pleased to hear Sirius talking. But he was startled to see, floating above his desk-Lily Evans Potter.

"Evening, Albus." She greeted with a smile.

"Lily?" He asked in disbelief, though he really should've expected something like this.

"Of course." She laughed. "Why, Albus, you look as though you've seen a specter."

A bushy eyebrow rose, a habit he'd picked up from Severus over the years. "And I'm not?"

Crossing her legs, she made herself at home on his desk. "Nope, I'm a spirit, not a ghost like the Baron or Nearly Headless Nick. Which is odd when you consider how I died, have to ask about that."

"Yeah. When she strikes out, she actually makes contact." Siri grumbled.

"Quit whining. I did warn you." She scolded.

"Though why you should still care about the ugly gits is beyond me." He snapped.

Her eyes flashed, dangerously. "So, I should stop caring for my friends, is that it? Then maybe I should take myself off, since I'm here to save your hide."

"Maybe you should. Who wants to be saved by some female?"

Albus spoke before things between the two got even uglier. "Is there something that you need us to do for you, Lily?"

Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to be calm. Lily turned to the Headmaster and answered seriously. "No. Actually, there's something that I must do for you."

"I don't understand." Albus confessed after studying her. "What can you do for us that we cannot?"

"I must finish what I began seventeen years ago." Matter of fact. "I must kill Voldemort."