A/N: Part One of the final chapter. It's so terrible. As per usual: No beta's, less than 24 hours to write it, but this time I don't have a list to go on for prompts. We'll see how that works.

Thanks for reading!

There was a knock at the door.

"Girls?" Mrs. Evans called from the kitchen, tapping her spoon against the rim of the metal bowl she was using. "Someone's at the door."

Lily ran down the stairs, her footsteps heavy. She almost slipped once, losing her balance and gripping the railing on the side of the steps.

"I've got it. I'll get it, I've got the door."

"Christ, Lily, it's not like the Messiah is at the door."

"Wow, Petunia, I didn't realize you'd stopped actively worshipping Satan and found a higher power." She said, turning to face her older sister and cocking her head. She took large steps backwards, her hand falling on the gold coloured doorknob.

"Lily Christine," Their mother gasped, slamming the end of the wooden spoon on the marble countertop. "Be nice to your sister, for heaven's sake."

Lily rolled her eyes and pulled the door open, a grin plastered to her face despite her mother's chiding.

"Miss me?"

Lily laughed, throwing her arms around James, who stood in the doorway. He was almost tall enough for his hair to hit the top of the doorframe, granted it was incredibly low. Lily could jump up and her forehead would touch the frame.

"I missed you so much," She breathed, her face pressing into the crook of her neck.

Lily's mother cleared her voice from behind them, drying her hands with a small purple towel. Petunia stood a good distance behind, her arms crossed and her foot tapping as she smirked.

"Oh, uh- Mum, this is James. James, this is my mum. The she-demon over there is Petunia."

Mrs. Evans glared at her youngest daughter through the dyed blonde strands of hair, then reaching her hand out with a smile to shake James'.

"It's lovely to meet you, James. We've heard so much about you."

James blushed lightly, running his hand through his hair. "I've heard a lot about you, too, Mrs Evans."

"Please, call me Liza. Do come in, James."

He stepped into the house, rubbing his hands together to warm them. It was warm and the light inside seemed golden, falling on old and tattered furniture to give it a comfortable glow. Pictures lined the wall, from black and white photos of generations past to recent pictures of Lily in front of the Hogwarts Express or Petunia posing stiffly with Vernon.

"And you're Petunia," James said slowly, stretching out his arm to shake her hand. She glanced down at it, scoffing.

"Play nice, Tuney," Liza said, closing the door and rolling her eyes.

i am a hella good procrastinator