The last thing that Lily Potter remembered was standing in front of her baby, pleading with Voldemort to spare her son, praying that her son would be spared. Her son, her stubborn, stubborn toddler, who refused to drink the foul-smelling potion, sat wailing behind her, and Lily did not want to live while her son died. She stood in front of him, not caring if the potion worked, only knowing that she needed to protect her baby, and at least hold Voldemort off long enough for the Order of the Phoenix to arrive.

They didn't.

When the spell raced towards her, she prayed that the potion didn't work, and that she didn't have to open her eyes to a world without her baby.

But she did.

Her eyes fluttered open slowly, and she could hear several people rummaging around in the room, all shouting and talking frantically. Her head turned slowly, and she could see several Healers surrounding a nearby bed.

A moan left her mouth involuntarily and she squeezed her eyes closed, "No. Harry."

Her voice sounded the alarm, and a group of Healers were suddenly surrounding her bed, "You're awake as well?"

"Mrs. Potter, what do you remember?"

"How do you feel?"

"Any pain?"

"Can you move?"

She shook her head and pushed at the hands that grabbed onto her. A blur of faces and a cacophony of voices surrounded her, "No! No! Harry!"

"Mrs. Potter, please calm down."

"No! No. NO. NO. Where's Harry? WHERE'S MY BABY?"

"Lily!" Her head snapped to the side. She could see James, dressed in white pajamas, pushing past Healers to get to her, "Lily! Hey, it's okay."

He pushed past, climbing onto the bed with her and placing his hands on either side of her face. She stared into his brown eyes, tears springing up in her green ones, and grabbed onto his forearms.

"James, where's Harry?" She choked out, "I couldn't get him to take the potion. I tried. James, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. My baby. My baby boy."

A Healer spoke up, just loud enough to be heard over her hysterics, "Mrs. Potter. Your son is fine. He's alive. We need you to calm down, though. I promise you that your son is okay."

She fell her silent. Her mouth snapped closed and she turned quickly to the Healer. The woman's dark eyes surveyed her curiously yet warily, "Where is he?"

James seemed to sigh in relief beside her, "He's probably with Sirius, Lils."

Right. Sirius. He would have raced to them to moment he found out, and he undoubtedly would be watching Harry while waiting for them to wake up. She hoped that Dumbledore had told him about the potion.

"I can assure you that he is not with Black," The Healer spat suddenly, eyes darkening, "He is somewhere safe."

Her response through Lily off guard, but she couldn't focus on that yet, "Then where is he?"

"I-I can't tell you that. His location is classified. I don't know, but we will send for Professor Dumbledore immediately. I just need you to calm down, so we can perform some tests. You two have been asleep for a long time."

She blinked and reached her hand out, grasping her husband's tightly, "What do you mean? The potion was only supposed to last twenty-four hours."

The Healer shifted lightly on her feet, head tilting in a bit of surprise, "Professor Dumbledore mentioned that, yes. However, if you remember correctly, the potion was not tested before you took it," she said in light disapproval, "It did as it was expected to at first. The potion inside of you detected the spell, and it put you into a stasis just before the killing curse hit you so that the curse believed that you were already dead. However, when your body began to work again after the potion wore off, you did not wake up. We tried everything we could think of to get you two to wake up, but to no avail. The potion seems to have put you two into a magical coma."

They were quiet for a moment. When taking the potion, they had both known that there was a possibility that it would not work, but the possibilities had always been limited to them surviving or dying. They had never imagined that anything else would happen.

"How long has it been?" James asked, squeezing Lily's hand in reassurance. She glanced over at him, noticing for the first time that his hair was longer than before, though it looked to be upkept, and his body was slimmer. His muscle that he had accumulated throughout his teenage and early adult years playing Quidditch and working as an Auror had depleted.

The Healer seemed to hesitate for a moment. She glanced another Healer nearby, "Can you contact Professor Dumbledore? Tell him that his presence is needed promptly."

They nodded and quickly left the room.

"How long has it been?" James repeated, squeezing Lily's hand a bit tighter.

The Healer took a deep breath before answering, "Today is October 31st, 1988."

Silence followed her announcement. Lily stared, eyes wide and mouth open, unable to comprehend that information. James' grip on her hand slackened.

"What?" James whispered, "Seven years?"

"I'm afraid so," The Healer said softly, "We didn't think you were going to wake up, but it appears that we were wrong. Seven years ago, your son defeated You-Know-Who. No one knows how but the killing curse backfired on You-Know-Who and Harry Potter survived."

"What?" Lily exclaimed, "But I couldn't get him to take the potion!"

The Healer shrugged, "No one knows how he did it, but he survived."

There was another moment of stunned silence and then, suddenly, James whispered, "Peter. It was Peter."

"Oh," Lily said softly, realization filling her. Peter had betrayed them.

"Peter Pettigrew?" The Healer asked, eyebrows furrowed before suddenly softening, "Mr. Potter. I am so sorry about Mr. Pettigrew, but he was killed by Sirius Black shortly after your attack."

Her breath hitched. She squeezed James' hand tightly, understanding what happened. Sirius must have realized what had happened and gone after Peter. He always was reckless and rash. Lily couldn't find it in herself to feel bad for Peter. He had sold them out to Voldemort. He must have been the rat. He had sold them out, fully expecting all three of them to die. He had tried to kill her baby.

No, she didn't feel bad for him. She was glad he was dead.

"What happened to Sirius?" She asked. James had fallen silent, distressed. She rubbed his back softly.

The Healer looked surprised, "Well, he's in Azkaban, of course!"

James choked, head snapping upwards. Lily sucked in a breath, "For killing him," she reasoned, "That seems a bit harsh to be there for so long when Peter was-"

"He also killed twelve muggles," The Healer said, eyebrows furrowed. She glanced at the door several times, nervously, "And he betrayed you. He was You-Know-Who's right hand man."

"No!" James cried out in horror, "It wasn't Sirius. We switched Secret Keepers. Peter was the Secret Keeper. He betrayed us. Sirius would never-"

The door swung open, and Dumbledore stood on the other side, dressed in blue, sparkly robes and a matching hat, "Mr. Potter, Mrs. Potter. I'm glad to see you two awake. Is Mr. Lupin here? He usually spends Halloween in St. Mungos."

"Remus ran off," James said, eyebrows furrows in concern, "I think I scared him. But, Professor, Sirius is-"

"Yes, yes, I heard," Dumbledore said calmly, "It seems we have made a grave mistake. Can you please explain what happened leading up to the attack?"

Lily glanced at her husband. Her heart was pounding, and she could barely breathe, but there was only one question on her mind, "Where is Harry?"

"He is safe. You can see him soon, but for now, what did you do?"

She could tell that he was dodging the question, and she was going to demand that he answer, but James spoke up before she could, giving him an answer.

"We switched Secret Keepers because Sirius thought it was too obvious if it was him," James said quickly, "We chose Peter, and he betrayed us. It wasn't Sirius. He never would have betrayed us. If he killed Peter, it was because of what Peter did, and there is no way he would have purposefully killed twelve muggles. There's been a horrible mistake."

Dumbledore was quiet for a long moment. A small hum left his lips. Lily squeezed James' hand.

"It seems that there has been," Dumbledore agreed, standing up, "I will send a message to the Ministry immediately with this new information and, hopefully, we can settle this mistake."

James nodded eagerly, but Lily spoke up. She was adamant on not letting the man leave before he gave her an answer, "I want to see Harry. Where is he?"

Dumbledore paused and thought for a moment, "I will send a message to his caregivers promptly, but I hope you can understand my not wanting to reveal his location in public. Once you two are dismissed from St. Mungo's, you may see him. However, remember that he has grown up in another family. He may not want to leave them."

The words stung, but she knew them to be true, "I don't care. I need to see him. I have to know that he is okay."

"And you will," Dumbledore said with a nod, "Now, I must be off. I have many things to attend to now. You two, behave for the Healers. Remember that you have been in a magical coma for seven years. You need time to rest and recover. I will be back in the morning with more news."

Before either of the two could say anything, he left the room, leaving the couple and the Healers silent in his absence.

Author's Note: Hope you guys enjoy! Next chapter, we will see Sirius, Harry, and Remus. I love to read the reviews and I'm glad that I've gotten positive feedback so far. I'd love to hear what you guys think about this chapter!