A/N: I am so, so, so sorry for the long wait! I've had a lot to do, and I have finished a few other stories if you'd like to take a look at those. Really sorry about that, so here's to all of you who stuck with me!

~~~Lily's POV~~~

I awoke face to face with a large pair of yellow eyes.

I squealed and sat up quickly. Something flew across the room and landed on all fours, hissing loudly.

'Lils? Whassamatter?' James asked groggily, raising his head slightly.

'There is something in the room!' I whispered back sharply.

'Lily, we're dead,' James reminded me. Well, he always was the most blunt when he was drunk or not quite awake yet. 'Nothing can hurt us. Go back to sleep.'

'But James...' I whined, looking warily at the thing that was still hissing.

'Oh, all right then. Budge up there, let me through.' James stood up and made for the light switch when they suddenly came on by themselves. 'Handy,' James commented dryly, flopping back onto the couch, but I wasn't listening.

'Mo?' I said, staring at the thing that I now recognised. Our old British Shorthair cat meowed happily and leaped onto my lap. 'Oh no, you died too! Oh James, it's Mo!'

I fondled the old cat. Mo was the cat James got me after we got married. I was so lonely and James thought it would be nice to have a companion around the house. A few months later I found out I was pregnant, but by then Mo was a part of the family. James picked out his name. He thought 'Mozart' had a nice ring to it. Of course, the stupid cat teamed up with James and refused to be addressed by anything else, so I called him Mo. He must have died when the house collapsed, the poor thing.

'Oh you poor sweet mangy little thing!' I cooed to the cat. He purred and went over to James. My lazy arse of a husband groaned and flopped back onto the couch, the lights flickering off once more.

Well, once that minor crisis was sorted out, I was too worked up to sleep. I got up, careful not to disturb James, and went to where our old bedroom was. It looked exactly as it had when we still lived there. I was surprised to see the old papers and things I had kept in a drawer near the window. I pulled some of them out and smiled at the memories.

There was a picture of me, pregnant with Harry. I must have been in my fifth month, just before we had moved to Godric's Hollow because of the prophecy. Under that was a picture of James and me on our wedding day. Sirius roared with laughter in the background. I felt a pang of heartache as I remembered I wouldn't see Sirius for a very long time. He, Remus, and Peter had become like my brothers when I married James. They were as good as family to me. I slid the picture to the bottom of the stack of papers and looked at the next thing. It was a letter from me to my mum.

Dear Mum,

Hope you're well. James and I barely get time to see each other, both of us are so busy with the Order. But when we do, it's like magic. I hope this turns out to be the same type of love you and Dad have.

I'm actually writing because I've got some news. I'd been feeling a bit off-colour for the last few weeks, and James practically made me go to the Healer. Guess what, Mum? I'm pregnant! I know we're young, but I feel like this is right. I already love this baby. I'm only a month or so, and I just told James last week. He was ecstatic! You wouldn't believe what he did. He jumped out of his chair and knocked over three things before he picked me up, nearly killing Mo in the process. Lord knows I married a child!

I can't wait to see you again, Mum. I really miss you and Dad.

Lots of love,

Lily

Tears fell from my eyes onto the parchment. Even if the paper felt real, it was all just an illusion. It wasn't really there. And my mum would never know exactly what happened to my husband and me. I'd never said goodbye to her.

'Lily?' I turned to find James in the doorway. 'You might want to see this.' I followed him back to the living room, where the walls were moving again. There was Sirius, hair flying as he drove his motorcycle away from our house. He kept going until he reached an little condo that I recognised as Peter's.

Sirius hammered at the door and it flew open in a burst of magic. He stormed in and grabbed Peter by the scruff of his neck and threw him on the ground outside. 'HOW COULD YOU?!' he roared.

'I-I don't know what you're talking about,' Peter stuttered back. He tried to scurry away, but Sirius grabbed him and pushed him against the wall.

'YOU BETRAYED THEM, PETTIGREW!' he shouted. 'THEY TRUSTED YOU, AND YOU BETRAYED THEM!'

'I had to!' Peter sobbed, relenting. 'He would have killed me!'

'THEN YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED! I'LL KILL YOU NOW, WON'T I?' Sirius kicked him down the front stairs, then ran after him until they were in the street. Muggles were starting to emerge to see what the commotion was. Peter immediately changed tracks.

'Lily and James, Sirius!' he cried. 'How could you?'

'You little - ' Sirius started, drawing his wand, but it was too late. From what James and I could see, Peter swiftly cut off one of his fingers behind his back and transform, blowing up the entire street.

Muggles lay dead all around. Ministry officials were fighting their way through, and when they reached Sirius and grabbed him, he started to laugh.

He laughed on and on as they carried him away. Then the walls went back to normal.

A/N: I've already started the next chapter, but I don't know when it'll be up. Sorry! Read my other stories to pass the time, if you'd like. Or go and read someone else's stories, because after this long break I really don't deserve reviews. :(