Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn't belong to me, J.K. Rowling owns him.
Author's Alert: Um, in some of these chapters, Lily is a different age. If you look at the chapter title, it'll tell you how old she is.
Later in the summer months, Daddy announced that he had a surprise for us in a place called Godric's Hollow. We were in one of the sitting rooms that had a fireplace. Standing up, Mummy lit the fire and sprinkled it in green dust, changing it from red to green. "This is floo powder," she explained. "Just step into the fire, say 'Godric's Hollow,' and wait for us. I'll go first."
Placing one hand on the stoop of the fireplace, Mummy ducked into the chimney and shouted, "Godric's Hollow." She disappeared a second later. James chased after her, repeating her words.
"It's your turn now Albus," Daddy told my 6 year old brother. Albus barely spoke when he was transported to the surprise. Turning to Kreacher, Daddy asked if he wanted to come with, but Kreacher retorted that he had a lot of cleaning to catch up on. Taking my hand, Daddy walked with me to the fireplace. Once he uttered the name of the place, we were spun away to Godric Gryffindor's birthplace.
When we stumbled out to a pub, covered in soot, Daddy lead us to a gated cottage a little ways down the street that had a little sign in front. We passed a small graveyard that had a statue of a mum, dad, and baby together in it. Before I could try to read it, Mummy opened the gates and ushered us into the yard. "Oh, Harry," Mummy gasped, Daddy wrapping an arm around her. "How'd you fix it so quickly?"
She was staring at the two story house. The stones that made up the walls were pure white. Dark ivy climbed up the hazel wood, hardly to the second story. Evergreen trees grew evenly spaced along the stone fence with bushes along the house's side. There was a wooden bench swing under the front porch. Each window that I could see glittered in the sunlight.
"The other Aurors came to help me in their spare time," Daddy was explaining to her, planting a kiss on her forehead. To the rest of us, he said, "Don't just stand there, go on inside." As soon as James placed hand on the polished chestnut door, it swung open to a pristine vestibule which lead to two doors and an open parlor. While I was marveling at the shiny granite tile, I grew dizzy with another flash of light. My last thought in that time was, 'Again?'
Author's Note: Yay! Three chapters in three hours in three days! I'm putting this out faster than I expected. Thank you for reading what I've written so far. I'm sorry if it's too short and too boring. :( I'll try to make it longer ASAP. -Z