I open my eyes wide, and sit up quickly. Turning to my left I see James sleeping beside me and I sigh in relief when I realize that it was just a nightmare. Calming down I look about me, and then I realize, that I am indeed, dead.

'Oh dear' I whisper.

Around me I find leaves of all kinds attached to vines that crawl upon trees that reach to the heavens of this heaven. I sigh, immediately turn to my right, wanting to see Harry, my year old child. And find nothing. Soft soil under my fingertips crunch in my clenched fist as I sob at the loss. Then I realize, that he'd been saved. I had saved him.

'Oh my son all alone-' my eyes flare up as realization finally hits home. 'PETTIGREW!' I yell - my whole frame shaking in anger as I stand up.

'Wha- Lily what's going on? I had the most terrible dream- oh my god!'

I smile; James was always somewhat dense when he first wakes up.

I put my finger to my lips, tell him to be silent and to sleep,

Harry was safe; I'll go look after him. Perhaps heaven really is

Heaven- he actually listens to me. I look around, my earlier anger

somewhat abated as I seek a way to see my baby. I walk about, it's a

maze, but not a maze at all, I know my way around as if I lived here

all my life and far off in the distance I hear singing. I come to a

stop, in front of me is a well, a pail of bronze coins beside it.

Picking one up instinctively I toss it into the well, watching it

glint as it falls to the pool of water below. The image of darkness

changes. And I see a scene as if from a movie. Hagrid on Sirius's bike,

- oh poor Sirius, oh poor poor Sirius, he shall be blamed- blamed

for it all- Hagrid handing a bundle I recognize as my son -

in the baby blue blanket I had covered him in only this morning...tears fall from my eyes as I see his sleeping figure and realize that I can never smell his baby smell anymore or touch his little fingers. But I guess, I can watch him grow. Dumbledore holding my baby Harry and depositing him upon the front step of- oh my goodness! Not Petunia! Oh dear god - not her and Vernon! Oh god. They leave. And I stand in wait, watching my son all alone on the floor, morning comes in the pool and I feel James' presence behind me and we both watch as my sister opens her door expecting a daily mail, and finding my lightning bolted child. Oh the scream that issued from her coarse throat. The scene dissolved as she turned around to call Vernon. I immediately reached for another coin, only to have my hand stilled be my husband, who was still grinning at Petunia's reaction. "You'll want to see him again later - don't waste all your coins on the first day."

I silently agree, and turn around to explore this place I've heard so much about since childhood, and find out where that singing came from.