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Chapter Eighteen: The Daily Heavenly Angel!

~*~*~*~* Meanwhile, somewhere up there.. (Points to the Sky)

Lily had been walking for what seemed days now. She didn't know where she was or why she was there. She seemed to be walking on clouds. She was wearing a pure white silk dress and leather sandals.

She heard sweet music, like people singing. The smell of grapes was very strong. A cool breeze was teasing her hair, gently. She felt relaxed, and refreshed. However, she remembered nothing before she started to walk. Absolutely blank. She tried but there was black. Strange, she thought.

Suddenly, out of no where, a tall desk appeared in front of her. An old small man, wearing a white robe and a halo over his head, was reading, what looked like a newspaper. Nervously, she walks up to him and said, "Hello, can you tell me where I am?"

"Hi, Lily. I'm Saint Peter. I can tell you where you are."

Peter turned back to his newspaper, The Daily Heavenly Angel. Lily waited for a minutes, then got impatient. "And that would be..?"

"You are in Heaven, my dear." Saint Peter looked at Lily's expression. "Just sit down on those sits and relax." He pointed to the fluffy clouds that looked like comfy armchairs. "God will talk to you in a minutes."

"God? God, God, God?" Lily gasped. The almighty One, who created the world and did loads of things?

"Yes, God. Actually, you can see him now," Saint Peter, waved his hand at the Grand Golden Gates, and they opened slowly, as if by magic.

Lily covered her eyes, because there was a bright light, shone awkwardly in her eyes. She stumbled forwards, as there was a sudden wind blew in her face, it was so strong, Lily thought that she might fall over. Then she was lifted off the ground, ten feet, twenty feet, fifty feet, Lily couldn't tell. Then she stopped, still floating in the air. She looked around; however, she could only see the light. "Hello?" She shouted, hoping someone could get her down.

"Hello, Lily Ann Evans, my child," said a mighty voice, echoing, in the light. "I'm afraid, you're not suppose to be here."

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James, dressed all in black, kneeling, stared at the gravestone, carved onto it was the words:

Lily Ann Evans, 1960 -1977, A beloved Daughter, Sister and Friend of Many. Saved the world from You - Know - Who.

It was so beautiful. James had picked it, he had to. It was huge, 2 metres high, with a life-like statue of Lily as an angel, hands clapped together, as if she was praying. There were millions of flowers, mostly Lilies, surrounding the grave, from family and friends and people who wanted to say thank you, for getting rid of Voldemort. Candles, also, were lit all over the grave, for preys for Lily. One month she was dead and James still cried everyday.

A tear fell down James's cheek. He remembered what Petunia, Lily's older sister had said to him, at the funeral today. "This is all your fault!" She screamed, her horse face pale, her narrow eyes red, pointing "If you had died, then Lily would be alive! I knew there was something wrong about her joining this - this-" But she hadn't finished. She fell to the ground, sobbing her heart out. "Oh Lily, I'm sorry! I'm sorry about everything that I ever did to you. Sorry I teased you about your glasses, sorry I teased you about her braces, and sorry I teased you about your hair. Oh Lily, my little baby sister." Her boyfriend, Vernon Dursley, gave James a glare of the Devil and took his Petunia away from James.

"It's my fault, all my fault," James buried his head in his hands. 'I love you with all my heart, body and soul.' 'I'm really sensitive other the most silly reasons.' 'People do crazy things when they're in love.' Her voice was talking in his head. Her face appeared everywhere he went. "All my fault." He whispered. I took her away, I did. I'm sorry Lily, my angel. Please have a good rest."

He got to his feet and walked slowly up to the Castle.

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A silence for five minutes. Lily was looking for where the voice was coming from, but all she could see was light, bright white light. "Not suppose to be here?"

"Yes. You see, you died out of love. You risked your life for another. You are suppose to be on Earth now."

"But... But..." Lily stammered. "I can't go back to Earth. It's impossible."

"Excuse, me, am I not God? Anyway, I can do whatever I want and when James said he couldn't live without you, he wasn't lying. Look," and a small globe floated in front of her. A tall raven-haired boy, wearing circle glasses, lying on a bed, in the Gryfinndor dorms. Just lying there. Not doing anything. Eyes as red as fire and skin as white as paper, James looked a mess.

Lily, knew at once who it was, "James.." she whispered, hand reaching for him. "No, don't be like this. Don't cry. I'm fine, see, James!"

"Lily, that what he would like, he's not now." He sighed, "I'm sending you back to your home planet," God's voice rumbled, "You're destined great things. You will be wise and looked up to by millions. Take you're advice. Enjoy life."

"But-" Lily had many questions to ask, but she couldn't ask them.

Suddenly, Lily was falling. She was surround by darkest. She screamed. She looked down. Hogwarts! It was just under her feet. She felt the soft grass of her silvery feet. She walked towards the statue and entered it. As soon as she was in the same position, she felt as if someone had slapped her all over her body.

She opened her eyes. She took a deep breath. She blinked her emerald eyes. She was back. She was home.

James! She had to find James. She took one step but fell to the ground. "Opps!" Lily said, smiling. She got to her feet again and walked steadily to Hogwarts, her true home.

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Well, I hope you liked this chapter! Sorry, but I had to give Petunia a heart. Well, what are you doing?! Review!! Please. ( See, I do have my manners. :D