The next thing Harry saw was two girls who he recognised instantly, although they had somewhat grown since he had last seen them. Lily had a flower in her hand; the flower was opening and closing its petals. Harry had seen this scene before, he turned around and noticed a pair of eyes watching his mother; Snape.

"Stop it!" shrieked Petunia.

"It's not hurting you," replied Lily, throwing the flower to the ground.

"It's not right," said Petunia, staring at the flower, "How do you do it?" Harry could hear a longing in her voice; she wanted to understand, she wanted to do it herself.

"It's obvious, isn't it?" Snape said as he jumped out from behind the bushes.

"What's obvious?" Lily asked.

"I know what you are." He said in a lowered tone, full of excitement.

"What do you mean?" Lily was confused.

"You're… you're a witch," whispered Snape.

Lily frowned, unimpressed and hurt by his words.

"That's not a very nice thing to say to somebody!"

She turned, nose in air, and marched off towards her sister.

"No!" said Snape. Harry watched Lily for her reaction; he could watch her for forever. He could see disapproval in her expression.

In the next scene, Lily looked much the same. She hadn't really grown. She couldn't be any older than nine or maybe ten. She was lying on the roundabout in the park with Snape. The roundabout was turning without anyone pushing it. They lay there looking at the sky.

"Are you serious about Hogwarts?" She asked timidly, "You're not just making it up?"

"Lily, I wouldn't lie to you!" Snape replied. "Lil, do you want to go down to the river?"

"Yeah, sure thing, Sev." Lily said jumping up.

They began to walk side by side out of the park and down the road until the trees grew thicker and they came to a gentle glittering river. They sat cross-legged on the ground.

"Sev, will you tell me about Hogwarts again?"

Snape almost looked bored of telling her stories; he had told her everything – well almost everything – he knew. He began to tell her all about the moving staircases and the moving portraits. "… and the ministry can punish you if you do magic outside school, you get letters."

"But I have done magic outside of school!" Lily screeched, fearfully.

"We're all right. We haven't got wands yet. They let you off when you're a kid and you can't help it. But once you're eleven," he nodded importantly, "and they start training you, then you've got to go careful."

There was a slight pause; neither Lily nor Snape spoke. "It is real, isn't it? It's not a joke? Petunia says you're lying to me. Petunia says there isn't a Hogwarts. It is real, isn't it?"

"It's real for us," replied Snape, "Not for her. But we'll get the letter, you and me."

James Potter was sat in his bedroom. He was supposed to be getting dressed for the party. Instead he was running through all the awesome pranks he had planned for the night, inside his head. He heard footsteps, and a knock on the door before it opened to reveal, Charlus Potter.

"James what are you doing sitting there doing nothing? You should be dressed already. This party is important son. By the way, although I do love your little practical jokes son, please keep them to a minimum tonight. I really can't afford for anything to go wrong. Do you understand?"

"Yes father." James said obediently, "I am allowed to have some fun though?"

"Of course, Jimmy. Just nothing too big. Make sure you stay with Alice – do you hear me? I don't want you to leave her side." Charlus told his son.

"Why father?" James questioned.

"Because, some of our guests would do anything they can to hurt our family and Alice's for that matter. We are always stronger when we stand united. I need you to protect her, and she to protect you."

"I don't need protecting." James said, slightly affronted.

Charlus chuckled, "my dear boy, one day you will realise that no matter how strong you are or how powerful you might become, it is always good to know someone has your back. A friend is a very useful thing, indeed."

Charlus looked at his pocket watch, "anyway Jimmy boy. You need to be ready! Our guests will be arriving shortly and I want you dressed and downstairs to welcome them properly." Charlus ruffled his son's hair. Charlus' hair somewhat resembled his son's, except it was almost completely white.

Once his father had left the room, James stood up and walked over to his wardrobe. He pulled out a nice bottle green wizarding robe. He quickly dressed, before looking in the mirror at his reflection. He tried to flatten his hair, but nothing worked. He pulled on a pair of shoes and quickly left the room. Harry followed him into the hallway. James was walking quickly. When they reached the staircase that they had sat on, the night they had overheard James' parents, Harry was amazed by the hall beneath it. It was huge. There was a large white door directly in front of the staircase and the floor was made of marble. Harry saw several house elves putting in the finishing touches. James and Harry began their descent down the stairs as they heard a loud knock at the door. One of the house elves went to get the door, whilst the other two vanished with a slight 'pop'.

Harry didn't recognise the guests. He watched as the old house elf bowed before saying to them, "Please, Sir, Madam, make your way through to the sitting room." They handed over their cloaks to the elf, barely even acknowledging the poor elf.

James began to rush down the stairs to assist the elf – he looked like he was about to topple over under the immense weight of the cloaks. "Here, Mippy, please let me help."

"No, Master James, you mustn't. It is not befitting for a young wizard like yourself to carry cloaks." The old house elf replied gently.

James called out quietly, "Missy!"

"Yes Master James?" Missy, a slightly younger house elf appeared in front of him.

"Would you help Mippy with these cloaks, please?"

"Of course, Master. I would be much pleased to be of service to Master James." Missy said as she bowed before James.

"Thank you Missy. Thank you Mippy. You have all done a splendid job preparing for this party – make sure you say thank you to Milly for me as well."

"Yes Master," replied Missy and Mippy in unison.