AN: Trying to update all of my stories more. I hope you all liked the last chapter. I really enjoyed writing it and it just flowed so well. Once again anything you recognize is JK Rowling's anything you don't is mine.

Harry and I walked slowly through an open doorway that led to another room. We froze and I gaped around the room in shock. It was the kitchen and it was a heartbreaking sight.

There was a circular table with two chairs and a highchair. In front of the two chairs were flowered plates and cutlery surrounding it. One plate was perfectly spotless. But it was the other one that made me choke up. It had peas on it that were so moldy it was almost hard to distinguish what they were.

Harry braced his hand against the wall and gave a shuddering breath. I took a hesitant step into the room and felt my chin tremble. In the sink was a baby bottle with green molded baby formula that was giving off a putrid smell.

I stepped towards one of the cupboards and opened it. Inside of it were cups in order by size. I turned to close it but froze.

"Harry?" I called softly. He shuffled over to me slowly and gasped.

"Oh Merlin," Harry stretched out his hand and reverently touched the faded recipe that was spello-taped to the inside of the door. "Can you tell what it says?"

I took a step closer and squinted at the words. "I think it says Lily's famous chocolate chip cookies."

"A cookie recipe?" Harry said in surprise leaning closer. He squinted at the writing and suddenly laughed.

"What?" I asked looking back at him.

"It says 'Not to self: Don't make when Sirius is around or he'll eat all the dough!'" I snorted a laugh and Harry shook his head. "I can see him doing it too."

"So can I." I said with a nod. "Lets keep looking."

Harry and I made our way around the room opening cupboards and drawers checking their contents. It seemed like Lily Potter liked having a clean kitchen. Everything had a specific place and everything was organized. Harry even found a 'junk drawer' that was neatly organized.

"Oh!" I gasped when I opened one of the cabinets.

"What? What is it?" Harry asked darting over to me. He flushed and rubbed his neck as I giggled. Inside was all of Harry's old baby things. There were at least ten different bottles in different sizes, pacifiers in every color you could imagine, different medicines, burp rags, a little strange shaped bowl that I think was a baby bath and a large stack of diapers with snitches and broomsticks moving on them.

"Oh mum what were you thinking?" Harry muttered shaking his head. I giggled again and opened the next cabinet. Baking ingredients. In order by name. Wow.

"It's pretty impressive how organized the kitchen is." I muttered shaking my head.

"I know but at the same time it's kind of annoying. A part of me just wants to mess everything up because it's too neat." Harry said shaking his head.

"I think we've thoroughly looked through here what do you think of going to the upstairs?" I asked hesitantly pointing to a staircase. Harry swallowed thickly and nodded. He and I slowly made our way up the steps. Pictures hung on the walls and they were rather bittersweet since everyone in them, besides Harry, was dead.

There was the picture of James and Lily's wedding day with Sirius smiling brightly in the background. Another picture from their wedding day I had never seen before was next to it: Lily was dancing with a pretty round-faced woman who looked oddly familiar.

"Holy Hufflepuffs." I whispered paling.

"What?" Harry asked.

"I think this is Neville's mum." I muttered feeling my heart sink. Oh Godric, she looked so beautiful and happy. My throat tightened and I quickly shook my head.

"We should show Neville." Harry said biting his lip. I waited for him to pull down the picture but he didn't move.

"We can always come back and take a picture of it." I said quickly. Harry nodded and let his shoulders slump.

I looked at the next picture. It was of Lily her stomach shining with a brilliant green light: she was pregnant. She laughed and smiled, tears streaming down her face.

"What's that?" Harry asked lightly touching the picture.

"It's the pregnancy spell." I said smiling at her glowing face. I wish James had been in the photograph but he must have been taking it.

"Wait a second what's that in the bottom corner?" Harry asked leaning closer. I squinted then laughed.

"I think it's your dad." I said between snickers. "He must have fainted."

Harry flushed and cleared his throat. "Maybe you're wrong."

But I knew he didn't believe it because James Potter's messy black hair and hand showed at the very edge of the shot. He had fainted from the shock of becoming a father.

I giggled and went up the staircase and stopped at the next set of pictures. The first was of a tired and sweaty Lily holding a bundle of blue blankets. It was Harry and he had a full head of dark hair. James was sitting next to Lily his eyes sparkling, he was crying.

The next picture was of Harry riding around on a toy broomstick laughing brightly. James' leg was in the shot and Lily was smiling as Harry flew around the room.

The last picture was a family portrait. Lily and James were both smiling down at Harry who was playing with a button on Lily's shirt. His green eyes were wide and his forehead was clear of any markings. He didn't look much older than six months. This must have been before they went into hiding.

"We look like a real family." Harry said softly behind me.

"Just because they're gone doesn't mean they're not your family anymore." I said softly gripping his hand in mine. "Are you ready?"

"No," he paused. "But I never will be. Lets go."

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