I don't own anybody in this one, just the plot,
twisted as it is
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"I've died," Lily thought to herself as the world came back into focus. "I've died and gone to heaven," It was silent, there were no cries or pleas, or any sounds at all. She couldn't even hear her own breathing. Slowly Lily opened her eyes, and jammed them back shut again. "Nope, this is definitely Hell." She sat, in her perfectly intact airline seat, surrounded by broken, horribly mutilated bodies, and twisted wreckage. Steam and flames issued from millions of damaged vents, but Lily felt none of it. "It's a dream" she mumbled to herself, "Just a dream, I'll wake up in a few minutes and I'll be safe and sound in my room, just a few more minutes." All around the plane men in black cloaks began to appear, solemn and cautious as they approached the smoldering plane, wands at the ready. A tall man with long wavy auburn hair and piercing blue eyes drew closet to the wreckage and caught sight of Lily Evans, sitting like a queen upon her throne among the devastation. He beckoned his companions forward and their eyes grew huge at the sight. "It's not possible," one of the men whispered. The tall auburn man slowly walked up to Lily's chair, and after a moments hesitation squatted down next to her. He could hear her muttering haltingly under her breath as he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. Her brilliant green eyes sprang open and she gazed at him in shock. "I'm suppose to wake up now," she informed him in a shaky quiet voice. His blue eyes softened with concern, "I'm sorry," he whispered. "My name is Albus Dumbledore, and I'm going to need to ask you a few questions. But perhaps here isn't the best place to do it," He helped Lily undo her seat belt and he gently picked her up out of the seat. "It'll be alright," he told her. "Just come along with me for now, we'll get it all sorted out." "Wait!" Lily cried, turning back towards her seat, "What about Amy, she needs to come too!" "Was Amy on the plane too?" Dumbledore asked worriedly. "Yes, she was sitting right next to me, we can't leave her here!" "Please," Dumbledore demanded sadly, "come away," "No!" Lily cried and rushed back, pulling a screen of metal away from where her friend had been sitting. "Amy needs." . Lily gasped and couldn't finish her sentence as she caught sight of her best friends body, torn and ravaged by the crash. She started to shake uncontrollably, and huge tears rolled down her cheeks, "No" she gasped. "Please, Amy, wake up," She began to sink to her knees beside Amy's body, but Dumbledore caught her, scooping her up in his long arms and cradling her against his chest. "I'm taking her back to the Ministry," he informed the others. "Try and figure out what you can here before I come back, and for God's sake, somebody put Muggle repellants on this place," With that final order, Dumbledore and Lily disappeared.
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"I've died," Lily thought to herself as the world came back into focus. "I've died and gone to heaven," It was silent, there were no cries or pleas, or any sounds at all. She couldn't even hear her own breathing. Slowly Lily opened her eyes, and jammed them back shut again. "Nope, this is definitely Hell." She sat, in her perfectly intact airline seat, surrounded by broken, horribly mutilated bodies, and twisted wreckage. Steam and flames issued from millions of damaged vents, but Lily felt none of it. "It's a dream" she mumbled to herself, "Just a dream, I'll wake up in a few minutes and I'll be safe and sound in my room, just a few more minutes." All around the plane men in black cloaks began to appear, solemn and cautious as they approached the smoldering plane, wands at the ready. A tall man with long wavy auburn hair and piercing blue eyes drew closet to the wreckage and caught sight of Lily Evans, sitting like a queen upon her throne among the devastation. He beckoned his companions forward and their eyes grew huge at the sight. "It's not possible," one of the men whispered. The tall auburn man slowly walked up to Lily's chair, and after a moments hesitation squatted down next to her. He could hear her muttering haltingly under her breath as he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. Her brilliant green eyes sprang open and she gazed at him in shock. "I'm suppose to wake up now," she informed him in a shaky quiet voice. His blue eyes softened with concern, "I'm sorry," he whispered. "My name is Albus Dumbledore, and I'm going to need to ask you a few questions. But perhaps here isn't the best place to do it," He helped Lily undo her seat belt and he gently picked her up out of the seat. "It'll be alright," he told her. "Just come along with me for now, we'll get it all sorted out." "Wait!" Lily cried, turning back towards her seat, "What about Amy, she needs to come too!" "Was Amy on the plane too?" Dumbledore asked worriedly. "Yes, she was sitting right next to me, we can't leave her here!" "Please," Dumbledore demanded sadly, "come away," "No!" Lily cried and rushed back, pulling a screen of metal away from where her friend had been sitting. "Amy needs." . Lily gasped and couldn't finish her sentence as she caught sight of her best friends body, torn and ravaged by the crash. She started to shake uncontrollably, and huge tears rolled down her cheeks, "No" she gasped. "Please, Amy, wake up," She began to sink to her knees beside Amy's body, but Dumbledore caught her, scooping her up in his long arms and cradling her against his chest. "I'm taking her back to the Ministry," he informed the others. "Try and figure out what you can here before I come back, and for God's sake, somebody put Muggle repellants on this place," With that final order, Dumbledore and Lily disappeared.
