"Albus Dumbledore! I'll have your head for what you did to my son!" An enraged woman of about twenty one marched up to the recently deceased old man.
"Lily, my girl, I'm positive I have no idea what you're talking about," his blasted twinkling eyes took in her appearance.
"Don't bloody know my arse! Why did you send him to be abused and hated by my sister when he still had living blood on his father's side! That had been named in the wills you sealed!" She grabbed his beard and pulled him down to her height so she could flee directly into his eye.
"You sent him to a place I specifically said he should never go should I die! Did you even look at the pieces of parchment before hiding them away from society," she didn't ask the last part. She knew he had. Once you die, you can observe anything you do desire. As long as it was currently happening.
"I did. I couldn't leave him in the wizarding world though! You know what James was like before his sixth year! I coul-," he tried to make his excuses but she absolutely was having none of it.
"Couldn't what? Allow him to be loved? Trained properly in how to use his magic? Respected as a person? Encouraged to grow!" She was yelling again and despite being almost five inches taller than her, the white haired man started cowering under her rage.
"You didn't think we, his PARENTS, were smart enough to have his best interests at heart? That we didn't know exactly what we were talking about when we listed his guardians and who he was absolutely never supposed to meet! Did you think we would be okay with you setting him up to be abused at best and strangled in his sleep at most realistic?" She had effectively scared the man onto his back at this point. Her hair was sparking and floating around her head as she essentially walked up his body to stand on his chest. Except she was floating about a full half inch above his rapidly rising chest.
"She has a point, Albus. You should have perused the wills much better than you did. You'd have seen exactly where we said that not only was Harry never to go to them, or that Sirius wasn't the secret keeper, but the fact that if Sirius, Alice, and Frank were unable to take in Harry, he was to go to my cousin Andromeda Tonks and her family. You failed, repeatedly. Why should we give you a restful afterlife?" The droll tones of James Fleamont Potter came from behind the enraged red head. Albus had to turn his head to the side so he could see the young man. He was starting to feel slightly distressed.
"Sirius would be here but he's still far to enraged by the fact the supreme mugwump and whatever other titles you had at the time not only didn't get him a trial oh could take custody of his son, but you cursed him to leave Harry behind to be sent back to his abusers," the cold, bitter voice James used was rather very quiet. It was so much louder because of that.
At that moment, one Severus Snape essentially fell into the conversation.
"Severus? You're here? How long has it been since Dumbledore died? We've been yelling at him since he got here," Lily was still floating over Albus' chest but her hair was no longer floating.
"Well, I suppose I died a couple days into May of nineteen ninety eight. Just under a year after him," the still confused potions master answered his one time friend.
"We have much to talk about between us, but would you like to help me flay the headmaster here for sending my Harry to live with Petunia and her husband?" The vicious look on her face made him pause and think before his pale skin turned sallow.
"You left him with her? After years of you telling me he was pampered, adored, and rotten as his father, it's only after I die that I learn where he's been kept?" The venom dripping from his words were almost enough to make Dumbledore wilt. Almost.
"Well, I'm surprised to hear you actually care. After the things you've said to him-," he was cut off when, surprisingly, James Potter slapped him hard across the face.
"Lily and I may have our problems with and apologies for Snape, but don't you dare blame his reaction to your words on him. Especially after you manipulated us into thinking what we did to him was acceptable. You practically told him our abused son was exactly like me and worse when I was that age. It's a wonder he didn't try to kill Harry after all the hell I and the others put him through!" James raised his voice for the first time in their apparently year long discussion. Time moves weirdly when you die.
Remus and his wife landed on them next. They stared. And stared. And then Remus looked at Tonks and she at him.
"Uh, ya know what, maybe we should go find Sirius. See how he's holding up," the werewolf backed away from the four people, dragging his wife with him.
"Yea, whatever is going on here, someone can just fill us in later, bye!" Tonks called as she was dragged away quickly by a distressed Remus.
James and Severus shred a confused glance before looking back at Lily.
"Maybe it's time to get off the old man? He looks like he's shit himself if he could," Severus looked at Lily, his childhood accent slipping out as he was reminded of a very similar situation when they were in grade school.
"I suppose. Either way, you, Albus Dumbledore, had better convince my son to keep living. Now go. He's about to die because of your own hubris," the raging redhead glared at him again as she kicked him to move him.
"My turn for the roasting?" Severus looked at his old bully and the girl who'd loved him no matter what until his fifth year.
"Actually, no. Firstly, I want to apologise for the assault Sirius and I committed against you in our fifth year. If it'd been a girl from any house that we'd done that to, we'd have been expelled and disowned, regardless of family or magical affiliation. We should have been punished for what we did to you, even around that incident. We were bullies and pathetic to boot," James was standing in front of the man, head bowed and seeming like he wanted to shrink.
"And I need to apologise as well. I should have stepped in before they got you into the air, and after I should have understood why you were angry. If it'd been me, my father would have found a way to get on school grounds just to kill the person who did it himself," she was also looking down in shame.
"Frankly, I don't think an apology will do anything to fix what was broken but I understand you both and I accept your apologies, even if they're almost twenty years too late. I hated what I'd said as soon as it left my mouth and when I realised you were targets, after giving that stupid prophecy to the dork lord, I tried to get you to safety the only way I knew how. The old man who loved you and your house to the detriment of his school," came the embittered, exhausted response.
"Should I get the chance to see Harry at his final passing, I will absolutely do what I can to apologise to him," Severus looked at the two, one his old friend and the other one he'd never called a friend before.
"There's a lot that we all need to talk about, the three of us, as well as Siri and Remus. Hopefully, by the time Harry passes away, we'll all have come to an agreement and understanding that we all made mistakes at various points in time and maybe we can move past them?" James looked hopeful as he held a hand out the greasy haired man.
"We can certainly try," the sardonic voice drawled as he took the offered hand and olive branch. At that moment, Albus landed back on the ground.
With the good mood still hanging around the three, they turned as one to look at him.
"He will live. He will! And hopefully they'll enact the changes I was too scared to make," the old man crawled to his knees before pushing himself into a standing position.
"I hope, when they die, the world is a better place," the weary and saddened man looked past the group like he couldn't see them for a moment.
"Hopefully. It'd be nice to think of a future where children aren't taught to hate themselves and others if they don't portray certain traits, or if they do for that matter," James' voice was lighthearted even if the look on his face was sombre.
"Well, let's all move on again and just keep discussing until all our grievances are addressed," Lily took the arm of her husband and the arm of her, hopefully, best friend as they walked to wherever Sirius, Remus, and Tonks were. Albus followed at a slower pace, hoping he could see his sister once again.
Time passed as weirdly as it always did for the dead, but they got to watch as the world grew, changed, and shifted away from the bigotry that controlled it. It was with happy hearts that they accepted Harry and his wife into the mix some a hundred years later.