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One Shot!

Harry Potter and the Demon Mother

The air on Platform 9 3/4 was filled with a mix of excitement and confusion as new students scurried around, their suitcases in tow, unsure of where to go. It was a sight that the older Hogwarts student had grown accustomed to over time. Some of them were even playfully taunting the younger kids, their mischievous laughter echoing through the air. In contrast, the disapproving frown of others silently spoke volumes.

"Did you see it, James? The face of the chubby little boy?"

"I did it, Sirius. Don't you think it was a bit too much?"

"Of course not! What's the matter, James? Are you getting too old for a bit of a harmless prank? Or is it that you're a Head Boy now that you can't enjoy having a bit of fun?"

"That's not what I say—"

"Sirius Black!" A voice made a certain black-haired teen cringe loudly as he spun around to meet a set of powerful green eyes glaring at him angrily.

"Oh, Lily! What a pleasure it is to have you here! How was your summer?" Sirius's voice quivered with anxiety as he spoke. The sight of Lily Evans' anger-filled gaze was an unfortunate way to kick off the year, that much he knew.

"How dare you trick a first-year student into skipping the platform?! What were you thinking?!" Lily exclaimed, her voice filled with anger and frustration. Sirius noticed the intensity of her emotions rising, especially since Lily took her prefect job seriously. Perhaps too seriously, in his humble opinion. Yet, Sirius seemed not to understand that a foolish prank could have caused an 11-year-old boy, unaccustomed to the world of magic, to miss the train to Hogwarts, and that's the reason Lily was so furious with him.

"It was a harmless prank!" Sirius exclaimed. But Lily was not in the mood for his excuses.

"That would be five points from Gryffindor," Lily said, which made Sirius gasp loudly.

"You can't take points yet! We are not even in Hogwarts!"

"Do you want detention as well, Mister Black? Remember, I am the Head Girl," Lily said, and there was a sort of smugness in her words. Of course, no one could blame her or say she didn't deserve that title. Lily was truly one of a kind, easily the best student at Hogwarts. She even seemed like a prodigy when it came down to magic, to the point where even the most bigoted Slytherin had to admit it.

However, even Lily had a weakness, and Sirius was well aware of it.

"W-well! James is the Head Boy!" Sirius replied smugly, and Lily's expression fell as she stared at James, who honestly did not want to be in the crossfire.

"Hello—?" James mumbled awkwardly as Lily's mouth almost fell to the ground.

"Y-you?! Professor Dumbledore made you the Head Boy?!" Lily squealed funnily, and for some reason, that face made James smirk.

"Of course. What do you expect? I am the best student at Hogwarts," James replied, holding his chin high and overshadowing Lily's own arrogance.

"By the grace of God all mighty, I cannot believe it," Lily mumbled. "This is like an episode of the Twilight Zone!"

"The Twilight what?" James asked, confused, and now Lily scoffed at him.

"Of course, you don't know anything about it. You wizards are an uncultured lot!"

"Hey, we are not!" James and Sirius shouted at the same time.

The loud ringing of a bell pierced the air, signalling the departure of the Hogwarts Express. Lily groaned before looking at James and Sirius one last time. She said nothing but scoffed before climbing the train. Sirius snorted and looked at James, who sighed deeply at the fact that, once again, Lily left without a good impression of him. He started the year on the wrong foot again.

Sirius couldn't help but snort with amusement at James's dramatic response as he saw the girl of his dreams disappear. My dear friend, you're truly lost. Sirius thought. It was common knowledge to Sirius that Lily, without a doubt, held the title of the most beautiful girl in the entire school. He wasn't blind to it. Lily's presence was so captivating that even the students from Slytherin couldn't resist stealing glances as she walked by. And if the rumours were true, some witches were also quite interested in her. However, it wasn't just Lily's physical appearance that drew people in. But how she treated people around her.

In certain aspects, she could be quite stubborn and even exhibit a know-it-all attitude. However, Lily's friendliness and wit were so captivating that it was impossible to resist being close to her. Everyone wanted to be her friend, everyone wanted to be near her, and everyone wanted to date her.

Sirius knew that if James wasn't his brother in all but blood, he would've taken his chance on Lily.

Still, Sirius knew James had quite the competition ahead of him, especially in their last year, since all of Lily's pretenders would stop playing nice and be more assertive.

"Truly, Prongs, of all the girls you could have fallen in love with, you have to choose her."

"I did not choose her! My heart did!"

"What is that even supposed to mean?" Sirius mumbled. "Let's go; let's find Remus and Peter. They must already be waiting for us inside."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot. I must meet Professor McGonagall and receive my Head Boy patch."

"Hurry up then!"

James walked towards the teacher's compartment, and usually, not all the teachers were there. Since most of them would already be at Hogwarts, however, this was a special year or not so special. There were rumours of a Dark Lord slowly gathering more forces, and his followers, the Death Eaters, were slowly causing more problems with those raids around muggle towns. It won't take long before they start a full-blown assault on the Ministry of Magic. That, of course, was nothing that a student should worry about, but James, just like the rest of the seventh-year students, knew that some of them would be involved in such a war soon.

It was one of the reasons why some teachers would be travelling with the students towards Hogwarts—a way to offer more protection. That was the state of things now.

"Professor McGonagall, I came here for my Head Boy patch," James said as he entered the teacher's compartment, only to find Lily already speaking with their head house.

"Really?! Him?!" Lily whispered dramatically. "Why is Dumbledore punishing me? It's because I told him that Gandalf's beard is better than his? Or because I told him Sherbet lemons are not that good?"

McGonagall rolled her eyes at the red-haired girl's antics. "It's Professor Dumbledore, or Headmaster, Miss Evans, and it's not punishment. Mister Potter deserves to be Head Boy, and I fully support Professor Dumbledore's decision."

"But Minnie!" Lily cried, and McGonagall groaned loudly as she noticed James's amused look on his face at the fact that Lily was using her nickname, which only a few people knew. That's just proof of how close Lily was to her Head House.

"It's Professor McGonagall while we are at Hogwarts, Miss Evans. I appreciate you helping me with my garden this last summer. But the decision is made. You and Mister Potter here are the faces of Gryffindor and must behave accordingly. Now! Please, go to your compartment," McGonagall said before simply tapping her wand on James's chest, where a patch appeared. "Congratulations, Mister Potter, now go."

Lily grumbled under her breath, the sound barely audible as she stormed out of the teacher's compartment. James trailed closely behind her, the click of his footsteps echoing in the narrow corridor.

"Whoa, do we have our own compartment?" James asked, and Lily glanced at him, confused.

"Yes, didn't you know?"

"I don't pay too much attention to that sort of thing."

"Obviously," Lily mumbled before she entered the small compartment and sat on her side. James sat in front of her with a big smile, not wasting his time staring at the beauty that was Lily Evans.

This is my time! Don't screw it up! James thought before coughing awkwardly. "So, Evans, you look good," he said with what he thought was a flirtatious tone of voice.

Lily, however, raised her eyebrow. "Potter, are you going to start off with your ramblings about wanting to date me?" She asked in a monotone tone of voice.

"What, too obvious?" James asked, and Lily scoffed.

"You've been doing it since we met."

"Am I getting close to it?" He asked, and Lily simply stared at him as if he had something on his face.

"No, not at all," Lily replied, getting to her feet and fumbling through her bag.

"I will not give up. I really want to date you," James stated this time with a more calm tone of voice, which was surprising to hear, especially for Lily, who had been hearing James's proposal for such a long time that it became a sort of gag in the Gryffindor House. There were even bets of sorts.

Still, Lily only cast a fleeting glance in his direction, her green eyes briefly connecting with his hazel eyes, before asking. "Why?"

"Because I like you," James answered, almost shrugging the question off, which made Lily frown.

"I know that, but why do you like me?" Lily asked him again.

"Do I need a reason?" James now asked her, a bit confused.

"Normally, people have reasons for liking someone," Lily replied, her words hanging in the air, causing James to lean back in thought.

James couldn't help but hum deeply as he looked at Lily. "You know what I like about you, Evans? Your eyes, smile, and hair are just perfect. But that's not all. The way you treat everyone, even those Slytherins, is truly amazing. And don't even get me started on your laugh and voice. I can't get enough of them, and I don't think I can go a day without you in my life. To sum it up, I really like you a lot, Evans!"

Lily has heard James's declarations of love for so long that they genuinely do not faze her anymore. Yet, to hear just how much he liked her was quite perplexing to her; in fact, it made her feel uncomfortable.

"You are strange, Potter," Lily replied before pulling out a small comic book. "I don't know why you're so infatuated with me still."

"I just told you," James said, tilting his head at the strange little thing in Lily's hand. "Another muggle book?"

"Comic book, please," Lily replied with a know-it-all voice. "It's not the same."

"But they are muggle—so?"

"Not the same!"

James nodded, watching it closely. He knew Lily was quite a fan of everything muggle-related; she was a big supporter of getting muggle fantasy books and comics into Hogwarts's library. A petition that was revoked by the Hogwarts Board of Governors. Despite this, Lily still managed to form a small circle of people who either bought or borrowed comic books from her. How does she get them? Who knows, truly, But she has become a sort of supplier in the school about muggle-related things. A smuggler, some would even say.

"What is it about?" James asked, and Lily stared at him momentarily before showing the comic's front.

"Demon, number 1, 1973!" Lily replied, and a big smile appeared on her face. "I wanted to read this one a long time ago. But I had a lot of trouble getting it!"

"Lot of troubles, why?"

"I had to pay for the shipment, and let me tell you, it's not easy!"

"Alright, what is it about?" James asked, and without even missing a bit, Lily jumped out of her place and sat next to James, truly forgetting that it was James Potter, the one she was sitting next to. Even he was taken aback by such a reaction.

"Well, let me educate you!" Lily smiles brightly, and they spend the rest of the journey towards Hogwarts talking about comic books and other things. Lily didn't know, but it was the start of their relationship.

Lily was entranced by the window, gazing intently at the raindrops cascading down the glass. Despite being months into the new school year, Lily found herself enveloped in the same sense of melancholy and loneliness as before. It was as though she were missing a vital piece of herself, and she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

Lily had been experiencing something unusual for years now. She often had vivid and strange dreams that transported her to an entirely different world with a unique person. The dreams were so surreal that they often confused and disoriented her. However, amidst the chaos and confusion, she could hear whispers and faint names that she could barely understand. These whispers seemed to be calling out to her, and she couldn't shake off the feeling that they held some significant meaning.

"But what could it mean?" whispered Lily before Alice entered the room with a big smile on her face. "Alice, what is it?"

"Frank invited me out!" Alice said, blushing deeply, while Lily smiled at her friend.

"See, I told you he likes you," Lily replied as Alice sat on the bed before her.

"I was so nervous, especially since, you know, his mother is not particularly fond of my pureblood family," Alice said nervously.

"Well, she better get used to it. You're going to be dating her son," Lily replied firmly, making Alice smile in return.

"What about you, Lily?"

"What about me?"

Alice leaned over to Lily with a sly grin on her face. "You and James, huh? I've noticed you two are spending a lot of time together lately. Don't try to convince me it's just because you're both Head Boy and Head Girl," she teased. Lily didn't respond immediately; instead, she opted to lie on her bed and stare at the ceiling, lost in thought. What could she say to her friend?

"Are we actually spending more time together?" Lily mumbled as Alice stared at her friend in a confused manner.

"Haven't you noticed it?" Alice asked a question while Lily remained lying on the bed.

"No, really," Lily replied, still wondering how things had changed in just a few months.

"It seems like you've been spending much time with him. So much so that you didn't even notice," Alice said, looking at her friend with concern.

"I guess," Lily mumbled as she stood on the bed.

"Do you even like him?" Alice asked, and Lily stood still momentarily before looking at Alice with a surprised look.

"I think I do, yes," Lily declared, even looking surprised at her feelings.

"I never thought you'd admit it so easily. I thought you would fight it. Or try not to accept it, dragging it on and on until it blows up in your face."

Lily found herself conflicted as she listened to Alice's words. On the one hand, she knew that Alice was right, but on the other hand, she didn't want to create unnecessary drama in her life; she had had enough with her sister, who detested her. Lily had never been the type to get caught up in romantic entanglements in school. She avoided them with vigour. And she certainly never expected to fall for a man. In fact, there was a time in her life when Lily began to question her own sexuality and wondered if she might be gay. But as Lily listened to Alice's words, she couldn't deny the growing feelings within her. She was starting to realise that she might be in love with someone she never expected to fall for.

"So, what are you going to do?" Alice asked as Lily began to change clothes.

"I think I'll ask James out," Lily said nonchalantly. Alice shook her head, amused. Lily always did things her way.

"Now?" Alice asked, and Lily stared at Alice as if she had something on her face.

"Yes, why should I wait? I like him, James likes me, we should date, what's so strange about it?" Lily couldn't deny that she had developed strong feelings for James. She knew that pretending otherwise would be pointless, and she had no intention of playing hard to get anymore. In her mind, James had already proven himself to be a changed man. He had stopped his pranking and bullying ways and had been making a sincere effort to live up to the expectations of being a Head Boy. Besides, they shared more in common than she thought.

"Wow, Lily, you're the only girl who can make romance look so dull and boring," Alice whispered under her breath as Lily flung her pants at her, smashing her face against Alice's.

"Ouch, Lily!" Alice exclaimed before looking at Lily's underwear. "Blimey, Lily, your bum is amazing!"

Lily rolled her eyes as she changed clothes. "I'll talk to you later."

In the cosy Gryffindor common room, James Potter lounged comfortably on a plush couch, his arms stretched out lazily behind his head. His closest friends, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew, were seated around him, chatting animatedly.

"I am telling you, James, I will get those bloody badgers next game!" Sirius hissed angrily.

"Are you still on it?" Remus chuckled as he read his book. "Get over it, Padfoot. It was just a game. The Quidditch season is just starting."

"That's true. I know you'll win next time," Peter added.

"You don't understand! Did you see how they look down on us?! They are insulting our house! Our pride!" Sirius exclaimed, earning a few glares from some students trying to do their homework. "James, are you paying attention?"

"Uh, oh, yeah, I am, sorry," James replied quickly. "Just lost in thought."

"Sure, lost in thought," Remus teased. "Does that thought have the name of Lily Evans?"

"Yes," James whispered dreamily, earning a groan from all of them.

"James, please focus on what's important! Like Quidditch and showing those Hufflepuff who is the boss!"

"Should I invite her out?" James mumbled, ignoring Sirius's words.

"I think it's too soon, James," Remus said, trying to be the voice of reason. "You two have been getting along just fine. I think you shouldn't push it yet."

"Yeah, you're right, Moony. I should not push things yet," James hummed deeply, believing that maybe he should spend more time with Lily. Their friendship was starting, after all. He waited six years to be close to her. He could wait another month or two.

However, soon enough, Lily arrived at the common room with other ideas in mind. She scanned around until her eyes fell on James, who peeked at her. "Oh, James, there you are," Lily said as she approached James, who quickly tried to stand up.

"Lily, what is it? Did Professor McGonagall ask for us?"

"No, it's nothing about that," Lily answered quickly before looking at James for a few seconds. "I was wondering if you would like to go on a date?"

Just like the Marauders and the rest of the students of Gryffindor, James stared at her in shock. Lily looked around, confused at the sudden stares, and she wondered why everyone was looking at her with those puzzled faces.

"A date? Do you want to go on a date? With me?" James stammered, still in surprise at the fact that it was Lily who was asking him out.

"Is there any other James Potter I don't know of? Of course, with you!" Lily replied, baffled by James's reaction. Alice seemed right, and she was honestly way too bold when it came down to romance.

"Why?" James blurted out, and Lily simply groaned at the fact that she had to spell it out.

"Because I like you, and I want to date you. How hard is it to understand?" Lily declared, feeling a bit aggravated. "So, are you coming with me or not?"

"Yes, of course!" James stuttered, still blindsided by Lily's asking him out. Lily smiled and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, which made her feel quite happy for some reason.

"Wonderful! This Friday, Hogsmeade, see you there, James," Lily said before walking towards her room.

Everyone saw Lily leave, and it took a few moments before one could muster the courage to speak.

"Bloody hell, what was that?!" And, of course, it was Sirius.

"I don't know, but James, it seems you don't need to ask her out anymore," Remus added, earning a nod from the rest.

James wasn't sure of what happened, but it truly seemed that life at Hogwarts was going to change.

The snow fell in a cascading pattern, almost as if it were a metaphor for time passing by since the start of the year. Lily couldn't help but feel that this year had been a testament to how much things could change in the blink of an eye. She never thought of herself as in her current position, but then again, not all of those changes had been positive. As she gazed out at the snowy landscape, she reflected on the ups and downs of the past year and how they had shaped her perspective on life.

"Why does the white snow make me feel nostalgic?" Lily whispered as she slowly walked into the yard of Hogwarts, only to hear James's voice emanating from the great hall's entrance.

Lily watched James's smile, and she could sense something in her, still unsure of what to feel respective to James. And it wasn't a question of her decision to date him, but more of how fearful she felt when being with him as if Lily were expecting him to hurt her. It was bizarre as if her mind told her not to trust a man.

But Lily knew that James would never do that, which begs the question, where did those feelings and fears come from?

"Hello there, handsome," Lily smiled as James brought her to his embrace and kissed her. Lily felt James's lips on her, and it felt right to her. Not disgusting, nor something she wished to avoid. So, why was she tense around him? It's not like both of them were intimate yet—not even close. So, why?

"Are you still meeting with Professor Dumbledore, Lily?" James asked while holding her close. Despite the voice in her head screaming with fear about being held by James, Lily still nuzzled her face into his neck, enjoying the warmth that he radiated.

"Yes, you know the old man; I am his favourite," Lily snickered as James chuckled.

"And you say I am arrogant," James replied. Lily silenced him by wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him.

"James, you're quite arrogant," Lily teasingly remarked as she allowed him to hold her waist. James couldn't help but smile with joy at the affectionate gesture.

"Yes, you're right," James replied with a smile.

"Hey, you two love birds!" Sirius yelled, annoyed and puffing his chest like a little child. "Are you done? Do we have to stay still and watch the both of you make out?"

"Don't worry, Padfoot, I'll make sure you lend you James today," Lily exclaimed, watching James gasped dramatically. "That would be five galleons."

"Five galleons?! James's not worth five galleons!" Sirius yelled back.

"Perhaps sickles," Remus whispered, and Peter began to cackle.

"Hey! I am priceless!" James replied, a bit offended.

"Sure, you're dear," Lily said as she gave him a peck on the cheek. "I'll see you later, alright?"

"Alright," James sighed in dismay. Lily smirked, loving how James seemed so down at the fact that they wouldn't spend a day together. How could she claim to be a good girlfriend if she made her man sad? Lily, deciding to take the first step forward, whispered into his ear.

"I'm going to give you a surprise tonight, love. I am taking anti-pregnancy potions."

James was caught off guard as his fiery-haired girlfriend suddenly winked at him and then playfully slapped him on the bum. The shock and surprise on his face were priceless, and he couldn't help but laugh at her unexpected antics.

"You pig!" James replied with a high-pitched boy, but there was a smirk on his face. He could not wait for what Lily was planning on doing tonight.

"Sure," Lily snorted. "Peter, if James tries to do something stupid, you will tell me!"

"Alright, ma'am!" Peter smiled as James looked at his friend with a face of betrayal.

"Peter! How could you?!"

"I don't want to face Lily's fury," Peter shrugged. "So sorry, James, I'll keep an eye on you."

"Have fun, I'll see you!"

Lily couldn't help but grin widely as she observed the peculiar group of men that had become her closest companions. They were an odd bunch, to say the least, with their unconventional ways and unpredictable secrets. Yet, Lily felt entirely at ease around them, almost as if she had known them for years. Lily pondered whether she had ever encountered people like them in her life before. It wasn't that their behaviour surprised her anymore; it was more of a feeling that she had already lived through similar craziness.

"I wonder why that is," Lily mumbled before leaving the courtyard.

Lily made her way towards Dumbledore's office. The only sound accompanying her was the soft rustling of her robes against the stone steps. As Lily ascended higher and higher the headmaster's tower, she began to prepare for what could be a long talk or perhaps a short one.

"Hello?" Lily called as she entered the large office where multiple portraits of past headmasters welcomed her. "I'm here to speak with a fossil."

"That's not a nice thing to say, Miss Evan," Dumbledore said behind his desk, but even though Lily's words could be seen as insulting, Dumbledore was amusing, if anything. "I am, after all, in my prime years."

Lily approached his desk and scoffed playfully. "Your prime years started back in 1945," Lily said, and now Dumbledore chuckled loudly.

"Thank you for coming, Miss Evans. You truly brighten my day," Dumbledore said before extending a bowl of candy to Lily.

"Would you like some?" he asked kindly. Lily's eyes lit up with delight as she eagerly accepted the sweets.

"Mmhm, gummy bears, eh? Are you trying to win me over?" Lily mumbled, loving the sweet flavour in her mouth. "Sherbet lemons aren't that liked, I told you."

"Ah, it seems like my beloved candies are not everyone's cup of tea," Dumbledore exclaimed, a hint of disappointment in his voice. Lily nodded sympathetically, knowing too well that not many shared the headmaster's sweet tooth. She thought it was a real shame, as those candies were irresistible.

"Lily, my dear," Dumbledore spoke with a curious tone, "rumour has it that you have started a relationship with young Potter. Is it true?" Lily looked up, surprised by the sudden topic of conversation. She nodded but couldn't help but wonder why Dumbledore seemed almost expectant of this news.

"Oh, yes, we have been dating for a little while now," Lily confirmed, and in response, the old wizard let out a deep hum of satisfaction, which struck Lily as odd. She brushed it off as Dumbledore simply being his usual quirky self, not giving it much thought beyond that. "Although many were surprised that it was me, the one who asked him out and kissed him in front of everyone, just to keep other girls away."

"Quite jealous, aren't you?" Dumbledore asked, a bit amused by Lily's possessive nature.

"Yes, I am, and I don't like sharing what's mine," Lily replied with an unusual bite, surprising Dumbledore. Even Lily found herself perplexed by that tone of voice and even that possessive feeling.

Dumbledore couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, I do hope that Mister Potter is aware of that," he said with a twinkle in his eye. He then grew quiet and reached for a letter resting on the desk.

"What's that?" Lily asked, tilting her head.

Dumbledore's eyes fixed on Lily's emerald gaze as he handed her the letter, his voice barely above a whisper, "This, Miss Evans, is a letter from the Department of Mysteries." Lily's heart skipped a beat as she reached for the envelope, her fingers shaking with trepidation as she slowly tore it open.

Soon, a smile appeared on her face. "It seems that I am being recruited."

Dumbledore hummed deeply. "The Unspeakables rarely do this. You must have truly impressed them."

"Your recommendation also helped."

"I'm sorry, Miss Evans, but my word alone is not enough to sway their attention. It was you who caught their eye. In all my years of teaching, I have encountered many talented young wizards and witches, but you, Miss Evans, stand out above the rest. I can confidently say that there has never been a witch quite like you."

"Thank you," Lily added, and her smile soon vanished before a cold expression appeared on her face. "Professor, when I told you about my dreams and that I was adopted by my aunt after my mother's death, you seemed very intrigued by me. It took me a while to understand why, but I think I have finally figured it out."

A deep sigh escaped his lips as Dumbledore leaned forward in his chair. He knew that the conversation he was about to have with Miss Evans was going to be a difficult one, but it was also one that couldn't be avoided. "To be honest, Miss Evans, I never even considered the possibilities of it," he said, his voice filled with a mix of sadness and regret.

"But, at the same time, it does explain certain things," he added, and Lily's expression became stiff and filled with worry.

"Do you think he knows about me?" Lily asked, practically whispering.

"I doubt it, but I wouldn't be surprised if he finds out; that's the type of person Voldemort is," Dumbledore whispered, watching Lily's body twitch when she heard the name of the Dark Lord.

"Have you told anyone?" He asked, and Lily could only sneer loudly at him.

"How could I tell people that Voldemort is my father?" Lily snarled at Dumbledore. "I don't even know if he raped my mother or used her for some twisted experiment. I don't know anything! I doubt he fell in love with her!"

Lily's anger became apparent when a powerful shockwave of pure, raw magic thrashed the office. Feeling the sudden change in Lily's heart, Fawkes began to sing, hoping to calm her down. As well, Dumbledore slowly lifted his hand in an attempt to soothe the young, red-haired girl.

"Sorry, professor," Lily whispered as she regained her composure. "Thank you, Fawkes."

Dumbledore smiled sadly at her. "It's alright, Miss Evans. No one could blame you for the anger you feel. Truth be told. I doubt Voldemort has any heart left to save. And I honestly doubted he had any romantic feelings for your mother. Still, I don't know what he was trying to achieve or why he lived with the Muggles he hated so much. But one thing is for certain: your mother was a victim of his."

"A victim," Lily whispered, unsure of what to think.

Lily knew little of her mother; in fact, she knew nothing more than that she died while giving birth to her and that both shared a resemblance in hair and eyes but nothing more. Yet, during the last years, her aunt spoke of her mother with fondness, backing the idea that her mother was nothing other than a free-spirited and social person who used to travel around the world. However, as Lily began questioning her father's identity, she felt increasingly confused and disoriented. There was nothing about him, anywhere.

Lily thought that maybe she was the result of a one-night stand. A quick and passionate night between her mother and a random person. It could be an anti-climactic way to end her investigation. But at least she would put the matter to rest.

However, all those thoughts suddenly stopped two years ago when she prevented an adder snake from biting Petunia. Lily reacted by hissing at the snake and even speaking to it. To say that Lily was utterly shocked and stunned by this would be an understatement. Petunia calling her a freak always hurt Lily, but Lily truly felt like a freak this time. So, feeling lost and confused, she turned to the only person she could trust: Dumbledore. Together, they embarked on an investigation to uncover Lily's father's true identity, and the results they discovered were far beyond anything either of them had anticipated.

"Would you inform Mister Potter about this?" Dumbledore asked, prompting Lily to ponder her options. Deep down, she recognised that keeping James in the dark would be a slight to their relationship. Perhaps she could refrain from disclosing the details to others for security purposes. Still, James was more than just her boyfriend. He was the person she adored, trusted, and envisioned spending her life with.

So, keeping secrets like this would only hurt them in the future.

"I intend to do so. I have faith in him, and James will understand why I am keeping it a secret," Lily whispered.

"James is indeed a person who you can trust. He'll die before betraying his friends," Dumbledore nodded softly. "I'm happy that you've found someone like him and that you understand the power of love. That's something Voldemort never understood. You're his daughter, but you're not him."

"Uh, thank you?" Lily mumbled, and Dumbledore chuckled softly. He then stared at Lily with regret in his eyes.

"That's why I hope you forgive me for what I am about to do. This is for your own safety."

Dumbledore swiftly aimed his wand at Lily, her eyes widening in astonishment. "Obliviate." The spell took hold, erasing all remnants of Lily's revelation about her father from her. Soon, there was nothing but an empty husk. Soon, Lily's disoriented eyes began to return to normality.

Dumbledore felt a grip of guilt inside him but knew that at the end of the day, he was doing what he thought was the best for Lily and James. Voldemort must be kept in the dark about this at all costs. One day, I will tell you what I did, and hopefully, you'll forgive me. Those were Dumbledore's thoughts as he stared at the red-haired girl before him.

I hope you'll understand.

The dark clouds hanging ominously in the sky and the chill in the air created an eerie sensation that enveloped the house. Lily couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding as if something unsettling was about to occur. Maybe it was just her paranoia, but it was understandable considering the circumstances.

Over the past few years, the Dark Lord Voldemort has plunged the Wizarding World into chaos and darkness. The brutal war he was waving has resulted in hundreds of deaths of both wizards and muggles alike. Like many others, Lily has stood up against him and fought him head-on. Yet, every time, it felt like they lost more and more. Seeing so many amazing witches and wizards perish in such a useless war was neverending and painful.

But even in such dark times, there was some light, and Lily has found her little piece of heaven in such a tumultuous time.

"There you go! All clean!" Lily's heart filled with delight as her son beamed at her, making cute baby noises that only she could understand. "Yes, mommy loves you!"

Lily carried little Harry to the living room, where his favourite toys were waiting on the floor. Harry's excited babbling filled the room as he tried to reach out to his toys. However, Lily held him back, amused by the abundance of energy in her son.

"Alright, you little devil, at least wait until I put you on the floor!" she said playfully. She carefully set him down on the soft carpet before watching in amazement as he reached for a nearby pile of colourful blocks. His tiny fingers grasped at the shapes and sizes, and he began to stack them on top of each other with intense focus. Lily lay on the soft carpet beside her son, who was utterly absorbed in his imaginative play. Her hand idly traced the intricate patterns of the rug as she watched him, a small smile playing on her lips. She couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with love and adoration for her little boy, marvelling at how pure and innocent he was. His eyes sparkled with excitement and wonder, and his laughter filled the room with joy—it was so beautiful to her. Not at all what she expected at first.

Lily recalled feelings of extreme anxiety before she finally took the pregnancy test. When the results came back positive, she was utterly overwhelmed. The timing could not have been worse. The Wizarding World was in the midst of a war, and friends were being killed everywhere. The worst was that she knew she was careful. Lily was always ready with potions to prevent pregnancies and even told James that he better get used to wearing condoms. So, she was stunned at how, one day, she got pregnant. It felt as if she was missing something or forgetting something. Even James was perplexed; he swore to Lily he had used condoms all the way, so he was unsure of how it happened.

Lily was terrified of bringing a child into the world during such uncertain times. James, on the other hand, was more optimistic.

Gradually, James convinced Lily that they could handle whatever came their way. They made plans to protect their home and son. And if the worst came to pass, they also prepared for such an event.

Over the next nine months, Lily's stress continued to ebb and flow. There were times when she felt excited and hopeful about the future and other times when she was consumed with dread. But through it all, James was there to support her, to reassure her that everything would be okay.

Finally, the day arrived when Harry was born. Lily and James were overjoyed to hold their son in their arms, and they knew that they had done the right thing in bringing him into the world.

"I'll protect you, no matter what," Lily whispered before hearing someone using the floo network. Quickly, Lily grabbed her wand and pointed at the chimney, where she saw James, Sirius and Peter entering the living room. All three raised their hands up, afraid of the red-haired mother.

"Merlin's beard! Put that thing down, Lily!" Sirius exclaimed as Lily rolled her eyes.

"So easily intimidated," Lily scoffed playfully.

"Well, it's you holding a wand after all! You're scary!" Sirius muttered before hearing a loud squeal from below. Soon, a big smile appeared splattered over Sirius as he saw his godson grabbing his pants. "Who is this?! It's that my godson?!"

Harry's squeal melted everyone's heart as Sirius picked him up and began to make faces.

"Now I understand why he makes faces every time I pick him up," James murmured before approaching Lily and kissing her. "Hi there, my love. Sorry for taking so long."

"I understand," Lily replied softly, caressing James's cheek. "With everything going on in the order. Still, I can't believe we have a mole."

"Yes, and with him searching for us. That's why I want us to do this," James whispered, and Lily looked utterly stressed out.

"The Fidelious Charm, are we sure?" She whispered, looking troubled at the idea of using such a spell.

"It's the best thing after Potter Manor was attacked. Frank and Alice have gone into hiding, and I doubt we will see them until we find the mole," James stated. Lily understood that very well, yet the sensation of something wrong was still lingering inside her.

"Lily is the best plan. The Death Eaters will look after me. I know myself. I know my limits," Sirius whispered as he passed Harry to James, who smiled at his son. But there was a sadness in James's eyes. "I'll die before betraying my friends. But even I am afraid of what they'll do to me. And to think, either of you could die if I fail."

"Don't speak like that, Sirius," James whispered. "Nothing of sorts will happen."

"Still! It's better this way. The target is in my back, leaving Peter alone. We can trust in him."

"What about Remus?" Lily asked. "Are we going to speak with him about this plan?"

"We haven't spoken with him in a while," Sirius replied, his words carrying suspicion and guilt.

"Surely you don't believe he is the mole," Lily hissed angrily at the fact that they somehow believed Remus would betray them.

"We aren't saying he is, but with everything going on. We can't be sure anymore," James said, sharing the same tone of voice as Sirius. "I don't want to believe it. But the only thing I care about now is the safety of my family."

Lily then turned to Peter and saw the nervousness in his eyes. "Peter, I see you as my little brother. I don't want to put your life at risk."

Peter's face, those eyes, suddenly shifted into one of pure guilt for a moment before forcing a smile. "Don't worry, Lily, it's as Sirius and James said; no one would think I am the secret keeper."

Lily glanced at James one last time before sighing deeply. It seemed that there was no other way.

"Alright, since there is no other way, let's do it."

Lily stood in her kitchen, surrounded by the aroma of simmering vegetables and herbs. She was deeply absorbed in stirring the pot of soup that she was preparing for dinner. As Lily stirred, her mind seemed lost in her thoughts, perhaps too much so. It was as if she was trying to keep herself as busy as possible so as not to dwell on her own anxiety and paranoia that had been plaguing her lately.

October had arrived fast, and with it, the chilly sensation of winter was slowly approaching. But what was genuinely bothering Lily was the silence surrounding them. The war has become relatively calm in the last few weeks. Incredible so that one could not help but wonder if there was a war at all. Lily knew better than that. She understood that this was the calm before the storm.

And there was nothing Lily could do but wait.

"Milk, leeks and onions," Lily mumbled, trying to focus on the soup and not the war outside her home.

Lily smiled as she tasted it. "Delicious," she stated proudly before hearing the voice of James from the kitchen door.

"What's delicious?" James said as he put Harry in his high chair.

"This soup," Lily declared smugly. "I must admit that I am getting really good at cooking."

"Well, I have to taste it before agreeing with such strong declarations," James replied. Lily scoffed at him, almost insulting at those words.

"Are you questioning the words of your gorgeous wife?" Lily questioned, and James, with his wisdom shining through, gently kissed his wife and graced her with a bright smile.

"Of course, I believe you! How could I not?!" James stated, making Lily snort amusingly.

"Smart man."

Lily closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she felt James's strong arms wrap around her from behind. She could feel his chest pressed against her back and the warmth of his body seeping into hers. It was a familiar feeling, one that Lily had grown to love over the years. She leaned back into him, feeling completely safe and content with her life, even among the chaos around them.

"Have you been sleeping well?" James asked her, slowly kissing Lily's exposed neck.

"I had better days, but I am resting all I can," Lily replied, sensing James's lips on her skin.

"I think a massage would do you some good," James teased as Lily couldn't help but moan.

"I think so, too," Lily chuckled, her laughter filling the air. She could feel the warmth of James's hand gently grazing her smooth, flat belly, sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine.

"You say you wanted a big family," James whispered in Lily's ear, and the red-haired woman could only feel shivers run through her spine. "Do you still want that?"

"Yes," she whispered softly, conveying commitment and love. "Can I expect to have a couple more children from you?"

"My dear wife, I will give you an entire Quidditch team!"

Lily laughed loudly, noticing Harry squealing too, following his mother's joy with his own laugh. "You heard that, Harry? You're going to have a few more siblings to play with. But before that, soup!"

James reluctantly let go of Lily as she moved away to prepare the plates. However, their moment was short-lived as a sudden, loud cracking sound echoed outside the house, interrupting the peaceful atmosphere. It took a few seconds before Lily and James realised what it was. Their faces, their gaunt expressions when they realised who the mole was all along, expressed their shock.

Yet, they did not have time to react, as a loud explosion was heard from the front door.

"Lily, take Harry; I'll hold him off!" James yelled.

Lily took her son, who was already crying, scared at the loud explosion sound. Lily and James had prepared an escape route, but the moment she was about to use the floo network, she realised it was blocked.

"No! No! No!" Lily whispered, alarmed by the fact Voldemort could block their way out. But she began to realise that it was Peter who was at fault. He and Sirius knew about their James and Lily escape route, so Peter knew how to block it. Anger and desperation began to boil inside her, and the only thing she could do was go to the second floor.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Lily paused as the sound of a body hitting the floor reached her ears. At that moment, she knew James was dead. The worst part of it all was that Lily couldn't even mourn her husband. She simply rushed towards her son's room and locked herself in.

"I can't Apparate!" Lily hissed, and soon enough, she realised she left her wand in the kitchen. "Idiot! You bloody idiot!"

Lily's heart sank as Harry's cries pierced through the air. She had tried everything in her power to calm him down, but the chaos around them seemed to upset him even more. Lily's arms felt heavy as she carried him, his tiny body wriggling in distress. She knew that the only thing she could do was lay him in his crib, hoping life would not be so cruel to her child. As she gently placed him down, tears streamed down her face, each one a reminder of how she had failed as a witch, wife, and mother. The weight of her own inadequacy felt unbearable, and she could only sob quietly, wishing that she could do more for her precious son.

"Harry, you're so loved, so loved," Lily whispered, kissing her soon's forehead. "Harry, Mommy loves you. Daddy loves you. Harry, be strong."

Soon, a powerful explosion blasted the door. Lily knew who the person responsible for it was, the way he arrived, those red eyes glaring at her.

"Lily Potter," Voldemort hissed. "What are the chances that you and I would meet on a night like this, knowing what we both know?"

Lily frowned deeply, not knowing what to say. "I don't understand what you are saying."

Voldemort chuckled. "Speak to me, my child. Do you wonder why you can't remember who you are?"

Lily's eyes widened as she realised she could Voldemort. "What?" Lily whispered back and was stunned to reply in the same language.

"If only I had paid more attention to my little experiment, to my mistake, you would have been raised as a proper Slytherin's heiress. Dumbledore's fault, no doubt. But that's in the past."

Voldemort raised his wand. "Now stand aside, girl."

Lily stood still, never moving a centimetre away from the crib. "No! Never! Kill me instead, but leave my son!"

Voldemort stared at her. Usually, he would've killed anyone defying him. But honestly, he thought it was such a waste of potential. Lily Potter was mighty. Lily has duelled and beat the strongest of his Death Eaters head-on. Not even Bellatrix Lestrange was capable of defeating her. But that again proved that she was indeed his daughter.

"Such a waste," Voldemort whispered before pointing his wand at Lily. "Avada Kedavra!"

Lily caught a glimpse of the greenish spell flying towards her. She couldn't move. The pain and regret filled her whole. Only if I were more powerful! If I was something more! Lily thought for the last time before sensing something strange happening inside her. The killing curse struck her, which was more than evident, but instead of falling to the ground dead like many before. A horrible feeling of pain filled her.

Voldemort's eyes widened in shock; his gaze fixated on the startling sight before him. Suddenly, flames consumed Lily's body, creating a ghastly spectacle. Yet even surrounded by fire, her skin and body remained intact. Lily's scream pierced through the house before her body fell to the ground. Simultaneously, however, the killing curse seemed to rebound towards Voldemort, who couldn't react in time.

His body was destroyed, and his wail of pain was heard. Still, before his soul retreated, a part of him latched itself onto the only living thing in the room, Harry, leaving a nasty scar on his forehead.

Little Harry was knocked unconscious by the sheer shockwave of magic. Soon, the Potter House became as silent as a crypt.

Still, that was not the end of it. On the floor, the red-haired woman, whose heart had stopped beating for a few minutes, began to beat again. Lily Potter was alive.

The sound of someone apparating nearby was heard, and Severus Snape was the first to witness the destruction left by Voldemort. However, something was strange. Snape could sense it. Slowly and fearfully, Snape made his way into the house. His eyes fixated on the fire, which crawled its way through the house, leaving destruction in its wake. He hurriedly entered from the main room, only to be greeted by the lifeless body of James Potter sprawled on the ground.

Snape couldn't look at him. Not even after such a long time, even now, knowing his death was on his hands.

Snape quickly entered the room where the fire was coming and was met with a scene he never wanted to see. Lily was motionless on the ground, and he fell to his knees. The fire was building up, but Snape's eyes could not look away from Lily's body. He slowly approached her and blamed himself for everything wrong.

If I had done this if I had said that. If I didn't follow those ratched dreams.

All and more, but while lamenting his life's decision, Snape noticed something. Lily's hair, that beautiful red hair, began to change. Patches of white hair began to emerge, one after another. Lily's hair was now a mix of red and white patches of hair.

Snape was lost. However, he leaned forward and could hear her breathing still. A wave of relief washed over him. But soon, the fire began to surround him. Harry began to cry, and in panic, he took the boy in one hand and cried to carry Lily with his other—a difficult task, no doubt. But panic and adrenaline truly were magic in itself.

The fire was brutal; Snape tried to fight it with magic but noticed it was not a normal type of fire. The flame devoured everything with such power that it made him wonder if Voldemort had tried to use Fiendfyre.

Snape, using all his strength, was able to pull their bodies away, far from the burning house.

Snape cast one final glance at Lily's body lying on the ground, his fingertips gently brushing against her cold cheeks. He wasn't sure what had happened there but knew that something had stopped Voldemort; either Lily or the boy had done it. But what could it mean to the world? Snape didn't know.

Snape's heart sank as he heard footsteps approaching. He knew he had to act fast. It could be the Aurors, and they wouldn't be interested in hearing his explanations. After all, he was a Death Eater. He stole one last glance at Lily, feeling a pang of regret, before disappearing into thin air.

"James! Lily! Harry!" The sound of Sirius's scream echoed through the air as he came to an abrupt stop, his eyes fixated on the fiery inferno. "No!"

Sirius's voice trembled before he noticed two bodies on the ground in front of the house. It was Lily and little Harry. Sirius feared the worst, but carefully checking both of them, he let out a loud trembling sight of relief, hearing their breathing.

However, all Sirius could do was wonder where James was while hearing the cracking sound of the flames swallowing the house. He realised his best friend was there, but he couldn't do anything but watch.

"James," he whispered with sorrow in his voice. However, that sorrow began to change to pure ire. "Peter!" He yelled, knowing now who had betrayed them all along, and it was his fault that all of this had happened.

Sirius's mind wasn't right at the moment. The only thing he could do was to avenge his friends.

"I'll make him pay, Lily! Do you hear me?! I'll kill him!"

Sirius's mistake was not waiting until Lily woke up. But then again, no one knew when she would wake up.

Lily's mind was seized by agonising pain, as though a relentless force was driving a sharp nail into her brain, reverberating with each strike like a deafening hammer. For her, it was like a dam inside her had broken, unleashing a flood of memories, images, and vivid dreams that took her on a journey through a lifetime of experiences. But whose memories was she watching?

In that dreamy and delirious state, Lily wasn't sure. But the more days passed, the more she lived such a life. Her mind was overwhelmed that much was clear. Lily was battling against herself, and yet, she was losing. Hours became days, days became weeks, and weeks into months. Yet, no one knew what was happening to her. Not even Lily herself.

But soon, after a gruelling long coma, all those memories, all those visions, names, and places slowly made their place in Lily's mind, mixing both people in one body. Slowly morphing from the person Lily was before to the one she was now.

It was a slow procedure but one that would change her forever.

Lily lay still on the bed on the fourth floor of the St. Mungo's Hospital wing, her chest rising and falling rhythmically as she slept. Suddenly, she gasped for air, her body jolting awake as she struggled to catch her breath. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in her surroundings as Lily tried to calm herself down and figure out what had just happened. Her body began to wake up, too, and desperately, Lily tried to stand up by herself, only to meet the ground as her body slammed into the cold floor.

Some screams and shouts echoed in the room, but Lily ignored them. Lily only wanted to stand up and see where she was. Her mind was still trying to put all her sudden thoughts in order.

"Lady Potter! Lady Potter!" A healer called, trying to help her out.

But Lily pushed her away. Slowly, all of her thoughts focused on the last memories—Voldemort's attack at Godric's Hollow. Soon, a wail was heard as Lily began to remember the death of James.

"We have to stop her before she hurts herself!" A healer yelled.

"Quick! Bring a calming draught!" Another added.

Lily's sobbing soon came to an abrupt end when she then thought about her son, her baby boy. "Harry," she whispered as she glanced at the healers slowly approaching her.

"Please, Lady Potter, drink this. It's going to calm you down."

Lily shoved it away and simply yelled. "Where is my son?!" Now, Lily saw everyone as her enemy. All of them, healers and patients alike, were all her enemies.

"Please calm down, Lady Potter," said the healer, grabbing her wand to knock Lily out if necessary. However, Lily was not going to stop at anything. She would find her son, whatever the cost.

"I am calm down," Lily whispered. Still, her voice was so cold, so utterly terrifying, that the group of healers suddenly froze in place. "I just want my son."

"We understand," one replied, carefully approaching her.

"No," Lily rumoured. "I don't think you do."

Soon, to everyone's astonishment, Lily apparated away, something that shouldn't be possible. Yet, Lily could force herself out using her sheer and newfound magical power, leaving the group of healers utterly stunned before they ran away to notify the authorities.

Lily arrived at Godric's Hollow, her bare feet sinking into the snowy-charred remains of the ground and clad in a white patient gown. She surveyed the desolation before her. The air was heavy with the acrid scent of smoke, mingled with the faint aroma of burnt wood. How long has it been? She thought. The sight that met her eyes was heart-wrenching—all that remained of her once-beloved home were ashes and blackened fragments of wood and snow pilling over.

"James, Harry," Lily fell to the ground, her mind still riddled with different thoughts.

"Lily!"

A voice called, but Lily did not pay attention; she sensed company but couldn't care less.

"Lily, it's me, Amelia," Amelia Bones sighed, her voice filled with relief as a group of Aurors arrived behind her. A mixture of relief and apprehension washed over Amelia as she received the news of Lily's awakening. Yet, there was more than just joy. But worry, she had no idea what to expect of Lily after so many months in a coma. From what Amelia could see, Lily was still in shock.

"Lily," Amelia called again, slowly walking towards the woman. "It's going to be fine. Let me help you."

"Where is Harry? Is Harry alive? Is he safe?" Lily asked without even turning to meet Amelia's blue eyes.

"Yes, Lily, Harry is alive and safe," Amelia replied, soon noticing Lily's shoulder relaxing.

"Where is he?" Lily asked now, with a calmer voice.

"I don't know where exactly; he is being guarded for security reasons," Amelia replied. "The only one who can tell you that is Professor Dumbledore."

Soon, Amelia saw how Lily stood up and glanced back at her. At that moment, Amelia locked her eyes on Lily. She could feel such a powerful aura coming from her that it almost made Amelia gasp for air.

"Dumbledore," Lily hissed, recalling now a particular incident where he erased her memories. "It's Harry with Sirius and Andromeda? Or with Monsieur Delacour?"

Amelia shook her head, slightly anxious and even heartbroken. "Lily, Sirius, he betrayed you and James and killed twelve Muggles! He is in Azkaban!"

"What?" Lily mumbled, shocked. "He didn't betray us! It was Peter Pettigrew."

Just like the rest of the Aurors, Amelia froze at that statement. "What?"

Lily narrowed her eyes. "Peter Pettigrew, he was our Secret Keeper, not Sirius! Sirius was the bait. Sirius knew everyone would go after him, so we changed to Peter. He was the mole in the order all along! He was the one giving information to Voldemort!"

Amelia and the rest flinched hearing that name, but right now, Lily was the most dangerous thing in the world, not him.

"Amelia, you better get Sirius out of Azkaban, or I will."

"I'll speak with Kingsley."

"Good," Lily then turned around and began to walk away.

"Wait! Lily, where are you going?!" Amelia yelled, her voice echoing through the desolate landscape as she watched the young mother, Lily, walking barefoot and broken, navigating the ashes of her home and, perhaps, her husband.

"To get my son," Lily whispered. "I already know where he could be."

Soon, Lily vanished, leaving Amelia and the rest behind. The red-haired Auror only wondered how much that night had affected her dear friend. The entire Wizarding World may know.

Privet Drive was like any other place normal place, away from the strangeness and freakishness of the Wizarding World. For a time, Petunia Dursley was happy with her everyday and monotonous life until three months ago, crying on her doorstep, a baby boy was waiting for her. A child named Harry Potter.

The son of her sister or, well, her cousin, who, from what the letter said, was in a coma and was never going to wake up. Petunia was horrified by that letter, not necessarily because of what happened to her sister but because of what it could mean to her life.

If she had only been normal, none of this would've happened!

With a hint of guilt, Petunia thought about the last time they saw each other ended up on such a horrible night. But that was in the past. Now, she could only live with that freak in her house. Petunia knew that Lily's son was one of them, too.

It only took a few nights to witness the freakishness of him.

"And now it is under my roof," Petunia winced before hearing a doorbell. "I am coming!"

Petunia sighed, trying to put on her best smile. "Vernon, I thought you'd be busy and—Lily!"

Petunia's face turned white as a sheet as she beheld the sight before her. Standing right outside her door, Lily was dressed in a hospital gown, her bare feet making contact with the cold floor. Her hair was dishevelled, devoid of its usual vibrant red hue. And her eyes held no emotion at all, only one of pure and silent anger.

"Petunia, my son, where is he?"

Petunia could feel the temperature steadily climbing, the icy grip of winter dissipating as if summer had emerged from thin air. Overwhelmed by the sudden change, Petunia was rendered speechless, her voice silenced by a lack of courage. She has never seen Lily so angry.

"Lily, I never wanted to deal with anything—"

Before Petunia could even finish her sentence, the deafening crash of windows breaking sent her into a state of panic, causing her to scream in terror. All the windows in Privet Drive were bursting one after the other, and the dogs, cats, and animals were running away in fear. A sudden, powerful pressure emerged as if an unseen force was pressing everything downward. Lily stood still, her eyes burning with silent fury.

"Petunia, I will not ask again, where is my son."

Petunia could not speak; the sheer power emanating from Lily was too much for her.

However, as soon as that dark pressure came, it vanished. A loud cry stopped it, one that echoed from the depths of the cupboard beneath the staircase. With Petunia and the world momentarily forgotten, Lily dashed towards the closet. The moment she opened it, her eyes fell upon her baby boy lying in a worn-out crib, surrounded by dirty clothes.

Lily's thoughts focused only on him. She was utterly furious about how her son was being treated.

Lily was on the edge of having a complete psychotic breakdown and killing Petunia and her entire family. Perhaps even destroying the whole neighbourhood just to ensure no witness was left alive. But the only thing she cared about now was Harry's well-being and nothing more.

"Hey there, love," Lily whispered, her voice choked with emotion, tears streaming down her face. "How is my little man doing?"

Little Harry stared at his mother and wailed. "Mama!"

Lily's facial expression was filled with joy, grief, guilt and anger. But none of that mattered to her now. She noticed Harry hadn't been bathed in a long time. No one has changed his diapers in days. And Lily doubted Petunia had even fed him.

"Mama!" Harry sobbed as Lily held him tight.

"Don't worry, my love, we are going home," Lily whispered, slowly walking away, not before giving Petunia a rage-filled glare. "What you have done, Petunia, to my son. I will remember it, and you will pay."

Lily's words were more than a threat but a promise. Petunia only saw Lily vanish in thin air, and fear began to emerge.

What have I done? Petunia thought but by that point. It was too late.

Dumbledore, like many, took the news of Lily Potter waking up with glee and relief. Yet, that was short-lived as he witnessed all the instruments he had monitoring little Harry blow up out of nowhere.

That was the moment he knew Lily had gone to get her son. Dumbledore could only hope that Lily would understand why he left Harry there, even if he was not happy about it. Additionally, Dumbledore now knew that Sirius Black was innocent of all wrongdoing. Again, it was another relief. But it left so many questions now.

Dumbledore released a deep, melancholic sigh. His heart was heavy with stress and unease. "What are you planning on doing, Lily?"

As Dumbledore pondered the mysterious events, he heard the creaking of the office door, signalling the arrival of an individual he could sense was eagerly waiting to have a conversation with him. Or as eagerly as Snape could be in any case.

"She is awake," Snape declared, almost having trouble breathing. "Lily is awake."

"She is, Severus," Dumbledore replied as he sat on his chair. "And I believe you've heard about Sirius Black."

Snape's face twisted in anger, his eyes narrowing at the mention of Black's freedom from Azkaban. Despite his suspicions about it, Snape couldn't fathom the notion that Sirius would be the one to betray Potter. Sirius and James were brothers in all but blood. In other words, there was zero possibility of Sirius betraying James. On the other hand, Peter, being the mole, the actual traitor, fits better with the type of person Peter was.

"Peter has always been a coward, but I supposed he was only brave enough to betray his friends," Snape muttered in disgust as Dumbledore noticed the hypocrisy in Severus's statement. Nevertheless, those were the state of things now.

"A shame still, a friend betraying another," Dumbledore whispered. "Lily saw him as her little brother. She spent a lot of time with him during her seventh year. She was always helping him, always trying to bring his confidence up. For him to betray her. I have no words for such an act."

"So, Black is going to be free?" Snape asked, not hiding his disgust.

"Yes, of course, he will," Dumbledore replied. "Currently, Barty is doing some damage control. He was the one who sent him to Azkaban without a trial after all."

Snape scoffed but remained silent. "He should've stayed there," he muttered.

"Just like you? May I remind you that you're the Death Eater and not him here? If it were not for me, you'd be rotting in Azkaban," Dumbledore snapped back, and Severus quickly went silent.

"In anycase, that's not what you're here for. Lily is currently missing," Dumbledore said. "And from what Amelia has told me, she went to pick Harry before vanishing."

Dumbledore stated, giving his destroyed instruments a last glance.

"Shouldn't she be at St. Mungo's? How can she move after three months in a coma?" Severus asked worriedly.

"I don't know, Severus. Right now, I believe it is wise for us to leave Lily and let her calm her down. Let her contact us."

Severus wondered if he would have the chance to feel the warmth of Lily's presence once again. He could only hope to have the opportunity to ask for forgiveness at least one more time.

Sirius breathed in relief as he watched the morning sun; finally, after what he thought to be an eternity, he was out of Azkaban. Out of that horrible place, away from those Dementors who seemed to have taken a liking to him, if he were honest.

Yet, as he prepared to leave the Ministry cell, a sudden presence surprised him.

"Sirius," Remus whispered, almost choking in tears.

"Merlin's beard, Remus. Did you miss me that much?" Sirius chuckled, but even he seemed overwhelmed with emotions, too. "Morgana's saggy tits, look at me, you're making me cry!"

They hugged each other tightly, their laughter echoing through the air. "You stink, you old dog," Remus's words made Sirius scoff, but their shared amusement lingered in the air.

"Oh, I am sorry, Azkaban did not have the five-star reception I was promised!"

"I can see that," Remus teased. "I am glad to see you again, Padfoot."

"Me too, Moony."

"We must get you something to wear and a bath," Remus added while Sirius snorted at that comment. His mind quickly shifted to something important.

"Lily," Sirius mumbled. "I heard she woke up, and she has Harry with her. Remus, what happened? Where is she?"

Remus was unable to provide a sincere response. Several days have passed without any communication from Lily. Even Dumbledore appeared to be incapable of contacting her. Remus was convinced that no one could locate Lily if she didn't want to be found, especially not now. So, the only thing they could all do was to wait.

"I can't say we have to wait until Lily contacts us," Remus said, sensing concern on Sirius's face.

"She is alone, Remus. All by herself," Sirius muttered. "She shouldn't carry with her everything. We lost a friend! We can't lose her too!"

"I know," Remus added, still mourning James's loss. "But Lily lost her husband, and we don't even know what happened that night. They have been calling Harry the boy who lived. I doubt Lily is happy to hear that."

Recalling the events of that night, Sirius fell into a solemn silence. Lily's vibrant red hair transformed into a snowy white, mirroring the ashes coming from the destruction of the house as the fire consumed it.

"What are we going to do then?" Sirius whispered.

"Wait, that's all we can do. Lily is going to be fine, Sirius. She just needs to... mourn."

The Potter Manor has stood for centuries and has undoubtedly seen better days. Despite the Death Eaters' attack some years ago, the manor still stands strong as a testament to the resilience of the Potter family. Fortunately, the precious portraits of past generations of Potters were saved, preserving the family's rich history and legacy and their colourful personalities.

"Ow, look at it, Fleamont! Look at him!" The portrait of Euphemia Potter cooed loudly as she watched her grandson looking at her with mild confusion and amusement.

"I am watching him, my dear," Fleamont replied, chuckling. "He looks so much like James. And Merlin's beard seems he inherited the famous Potter hair!"

Lily sat in the living room, surrounded by pictures of the Potter family, but the ones she was talking about currently were her father and mother-in-law. She smiled, or at least tried to, as she gazed upon their images. She didn't have the opportunity to know them for very long, as they had passed away before her wedding. Despite that, Lily only had great things to say about them. They were kind, loving, and always had a smiles on their faces. However, it was a painful reminder that they wouldn't be here to watch their only grandchild grow up. Lily couldn't help but feel a sense of loss, knowing that her child would never experience the joy of having grandparents in his life.

"It's becoming increasingly difficult to make Harry's hair look presentable," Lily sighed deeply as she struggled to tame Harry's unruly hair. "Truly the worst aspect of being a Potter."

"It's not that bad!" Fleamont exclaimed, slightly offended; Euphemia only slapped his arms and scoffed.

"I dealt with your unruly hair for decades! Now, even in death, I have to stare at it!"

"I thought you loved me!"

"I love you, but I hate that hair of yours."

Lily giggled quietly, amused by the banter between Euphemia and Fleamont, even though they existed only as figures in a painting. Their essence remains alive.

"Hopefully, Harry's hair will change," Lily smiled. "Or I'll have to deal with it for the rest of my life."

"I know the feeling, me dear," Euphemia replied, sadly staring at her daughter-in-law. "My dear, I understand that you may not feel ready, but I think you should meet him."

Lily's closed her eyes before sighing deeply. "I know. I am just preparing for it."

"Go on, we can speak about the renovation later."

Lily carried her son down to a room that felt abandoned, the musty smell of old wood and dust filling the air. Yet, on the wall, a particular portrait confronted Lily with the harsh truth of her present circumstances. With the sudden return of her memory, everything became more convoluted for her.

For a few days, she battled with the thought of who she was: Lily or Galadriel? The red-haired witch or the Japanese orphan girl. Perhaps, in the end, it didn't matter. It was still her. However, Lily never thought she would find herself in love with a man, let alone marry one.

Still, Lily does not regret that decision; she knows her love for James wasn't one made out of lies or manipulations. No, Lily truly fell in love with James for who he grew up to be. And that was fine for her.

"James," Lily whispered at the portrait, where James's bright smile welcomed her with joy and relief.

"You made it; thanks to Merlin's beard, you're alive," he said.

"Pa! Pa! Up! Up!" Harry began to squeal happily as he tried to reach out for him. Yet, James could no longer carry his son any more.

"I can't carry you, son," James whispered.

"Pa, no up?" Harry's lips quivered sadly.

"No up," James replied; his ghostly figure then stared at Lily, who stared at her husband's portrait with longing and pain. "In a few more years. He'll understand."

"Yes," Lily whispered, James's portrait, then chuckled.

"What's with the hair? New style? Are you trying to look older than Dumbledore?"

Lily was torn between crying and laughing at James's teasing remark. So, she ended up doing both, shedding tears while smiling at the portrait of her deceased husband. He had a mischievous grin, that annoying grin on his face, the same one James used to have, everything he made her laugh.

"Hey, dear, don't cry; I like your new style," James's voice soothed her cries but was not enough to make her realise that he was no longer there with her and their son.

"You called me a bit chubby when I was pregnant, and I spent two days crying while eating Oreo cheesecakes. Now you're telling me you don't like this hair of mine?" Lily teased back, with tears in her eyes.

"Yeah, you haven't forgotten that?" James mumbled awkwardly.

"Not even in dead," Lily replied, smiling.

"I am glad you're with him," James spoke after a few seconds of silence. "He needs you more."

"He needed the both of us," Lily replied as she held Harry close to her. "Both mother and father."

James's expression softened. "Yes, but that's not what destiny had in store for us. We can only do our best now and focus on the present moment."

Lily looked at her one-year-old son, who couldn't take his eyes off her snowy white hair, and smiled back at him. However, the sadness still lingers deeply in her.

"What about me?" Lily whispered. "How could I ever sleep without you at my side? How could I ever feel happy again? Or loved?""

As James observed Lily stretching out her hand towards him, his face contorted into an expression of pure sadness. Lily wanted to hug him, kiss him, and feel his skin again. However, she was only touching the cold portrait and nothing else.

"You have to be strong, my love," James whispered. "For Harry."

"For Harry," Lily mumbled, knowing what to do.

"Plus, Lily, you won't be by yourself. Never forget that our friends are still with you."

Lily was familiar with the concept of friendship, but she had also experienced its painful side. Peter's betrayal was more painful than Lily ever thought. She saw him as more than a friend, but a little brother she never had. So, for him to do something like that was something that Lily would never forget. But also would never forgive Peter, and Lily vowed to make him pay.

In Lily's past life, she lived just trying to get by and ignored the world around her. However, things were now different. Lily was determined to make her son happy and be a good mother. The best one she could ever be.

But also to protect him from those who wished to harm him. Voldemort, Death Eaters, or anyone else would soon find themselves in the aim of a dangerous person.

After a few years, Lily had finally restored the Potter Manor to its former glory. She wasted no time or resources to make it even greater. The manor now resembles a castle, if anything. Lily has made sure to make it a place where Harry could grow happy and without worries.

He was surrounded by people who loved him and cherished him. And he did. Harry grew up happy, strong, and confident. But a bit too much.

"Harry James Potter!"

Harry could be heard laughing loudly as he tried to escape his mother's ire.

"Quick, Harry, tell Sirius told you to do it!" James portrait whispered to his son, who tried to muffle his laughter.

"It wasn't me!" Harry yelled as he tried to hide himself. "Uncle Padfoot told me to do it!"

"James Potter, are you telling our son to lie?!" Lily yelled as she entered the room where Harry was hiding.

"Bloody hell, how does she know?!" James mumbled, astonished.

"I am going to tell Euphemia about this," Lily threatened as James scoffed, offended.

"You won't dare! I am no longer a child!"

Lily took a few steps towards her son, Harry, who was standing before her. Despite being only ten years old, Harry had already started to resemble his mother more than his father. Harry still had the same dark, rebellious hair that only a Potter could have and some other facial features that were reminiscent of his father. Yet, like Lily, Harry's presence was impossible to ignore, as his elegant and divine features commanded attention and adoration. Those green eyes, with that gorgeous iris colour, were mesmerising. His demeanour and unnatural charisma to make everyone like him were also quite surreal.

Harry's loveliness and charisma often allowed him to get away with his blunders or pranks. But Lily was not easily swayed by her son. The Demon Empress had no hesitation in correcting her son's behaviour.

"Harry, look at me. Did you prank our neighbours by filling their house with spiders and snakes?" Lily asked seriously, and Harry began to mumble something.

"Speak up, Harry," Lily sighed before Harry locked his green eyes on her.

"Yes," he replied.

"Why did you do that?" Lily asked.

"Because he stares at you, and I don't like how he stares at you."

Lily frowned slightly. "Stares at me?" She mumbled.

"Oh, I get it," James Portrait whispered. "It seems our son is getting jealous. Some old fart is gazing up at his gorgeous mother."

Lily rolled her eyes at James's comments, but she did not expect that to be the reason for Harry's war against their neighbour was because of that. Sure, Lily knew the way her old and perverted neighbour stared at her. How could she not? Lily was a walking goddess to some people. Now that she was entirely back to her demonic empress race. Her attractiveness wasn't just physical, but also her aura.

Ordinary people were drawn to her immediately, and to make things less uncomfortable for her, she had to hide as much as possible with rings and abilities. Yet, Lily could not stop people from ogling at her with lust. She has grown used to it, really. But the attention she got from other men and see the effect it had on her son. It was one of the reasons Lily had pretty much taken the route to dress appropriately, with long gowns to hide her figure and skin, to fend off any pretender and to respect James, who even now, years after his death, still adores.

Even so, Lily's mind was far from considering the possibility of finding "love" once more. She had no intention of marrying again. No, she was content with what her human life brought her, appreciating the richness of her experiences and the happiness they brought. And she cherished them more than anything else. Besides, Lily was too different now. She was not even human anymore, so there was no point. Right now, Lily's sole aspiration was to embrace the role of a mother. A job that was a bit more complex than she had thought.

"Harry, is that true?" Lily asked softly. "Are you afraid that I stop loving your father?"

Harry could not look at her; he simply shrugged off the question. But it was clear that Lily had hit a sore spot for him.

"Will you fall in love with another man? And leave me?" Harry raised his voice slightly. But there was a quivering tone in it, almost fear. And since Harry was half-demon, temper was their greatest weakness and strength.

"Oh, my dear, no, no," Lily smiled, embracing her son and kissing his forehead. "I will never do that. Never."

Harry felt safe in his mother's embrace and happy that his paranoia was only in his mind. Maybe his fears of abandonment come from Lily or something else. Nevertheless, he was pleased to know she would not leave him alone.

"You hear me, my love? I am not leaving you. Not even your stupid portrait," Lily added, now staring at James's portrait.

"You can't live without me," James replied, smirking as Lily scoffed playfully.

"Does this mean I have to apologise to our neighbour?" Harry asked, and Lily smiled at him, chuckling at the fact he was worrying about that.

"Apologise to him? Don't bother; he was truly getting annoyed with his stares and comments," Lily smirked mischievously. "Now, it's dear Susan's birthday. We must get ready."

"Alright!"

"Go on, son! Remember, Susan's a red-hair, treat her right, or she'll be angry!" James exclaimed.

"Don't worry, Dad! I know how to treat ladies," Harry declared proudly, with a hint of arrogance that he had inherited from his father. "That's the reason I have so many girlfriends. In fact, I told Nymphadora that she would marry me, so she better get ready to bear the name Black. Fleur can be Lady Potter and Daphne Lady Slytherin. Although I did promise Susan to marry her too, I don't know another possible title. Peverell may be. But then, there's Tracey and Hannah."

Harry began to mumble under his breath, taking his time to carefully think about all the women in his life.

"That's my boy," James replied, almost tearing up at his son's conquests. "And the school has not even started yet!"

"Ugh," Lily muttered. My son is going to be a playboy.

Lily wondered why her son was utterly famous with the girls at such a young age. Not that she was happy about it. Honestly, it filled her with pride at how adored her son was. Still, she wondered where Harry got such an affinity with the opposite sex. I doubt it's from James. He was popular, but not at this level at all.

"Go and get ready, Harry," Lily sighed, and Harry smiled before leaving.

"I need to give him the talk," Lily mumbled.

"Don't worry yourself about it," James's portrait replied. "Sirius and I already did that."

Lily could only groan. "Morgana's saggy tits. I don't even want to know what you two talk him."

"Hey, love, please trust me!" James replied smugly. "Remember, all I taught you."

"Please, James, you needed stamina potions to keep up with me," Lily scoffed.

"And I did!"

"Shut up," Lily said, hoping her son would at least wait until after Hogwarts before giving her some grandchildren. But simultaneously, she couldn't help but smile at the idea of having grandchildren around.

Oh, I am getting older. Lily thought before leaving. Aw, but having grandchildren would be so amazing!

Platform nine and three-quarters were packed with new students, and among them walked Lily and her son, hand in hand. The whispers began as they noticed Lily and Harry did not like the stares at his mother or him for that matter.

"That's the boy who lived?!"

"Look, is that the Potter widow?"

"They say she went mad during the you-know-who attack."

"Was she known to be a red-hair?"

Harry's expression became cold and truly unfriendly. He scoffed at them, only for Lily to chuckle at him.

"Harry, what have I told you about not listening to others?"

"They are speaking about you."

Harry scanned the crowd, and his eyes landed on a group of older students who were staring at his mother. He felt a surge of anger rising up within him—he wanted to lash out at them like a furious snake. However, he knew that it wouldn't be a good idea to do so.

"I know that, but my dear, do you believe me to be so weak or naive to not notice? Do you think anyone stands a chance against your mother?" Lily asked, causing Harry's cheeks to flush, knowing that his mother's magical power was unmatched.

"Well, no! But they keep on staring at you!" Harry squealed as Lily hugged him tenderly.

"There, there," Lily replied. "I should be the one worrying, you know? My baby boy, it's going to Hogwarts, away from me."

"Mom," Harry groaned, blushing at his mother's kiss. "I get it! I get it!"

"Now, my dear, remember what I spoke with you about."

Harry then stared at his mother with an intense gaze. "Don't trust Dumbledore, and keep my defence always up."

"I know," he replied.

"Also, Uncle Moony is teaching history, so don't think about pranking people, understood? He is going to tell me about it," Lily warned, and Harry's cheeky smile almost promised her that Harry would, in fact, prank people.

"No Marauder's Map or using your father's cloak to play pranks, understood young man?"

"My dear mother, don't you trust your only son?" Harry's supposedly innocent deer eyes do not work on Lily, who grabs her son's cheek and squeezes them tightly. "Ouch! Ouch! Mommy! Wait!"

"I know all your dirty tricks, Harry James Potter," Lily warned playfully. "I married your father, after all. Those eyes won't work on me."

"Dad, you're a liar," Harry mumbled, defeated. Lily rolled her eyes before a chuckle escaped her lips.

"If you're going to prank, don't get caught doing it, alright?" Lily whispered hushedly in Parseltongue, and Harry smirked at her before hugging her.

"I love you, mom!" Harry replied, carefully making sure no one heard him.

"I love you too, now get it. The train is about to leave."

Lily stood on the platform and waved goodbye to Harry as he boarded the train, disappearing into the distance. With a sigh, she felt a pang of heartbreak, knowing that her son's departure from Hogwarts meant the end of their days together at home: every mother's sorrow, no doubt. Nevertheless, Lily and Harry's journey was far from over. With Harry going to Hogwarts, Lily has to move as well.

Voldemort was still out there, and Lily was excitedly waiting for him. She wanted revenge for James's death and for everything that had happened since then. But she would need to do it faster. No, Lily would make sure Voldemort regrets finding the key to immortality.

But Lily's plans focused on Voldemort and anyone who wished to use Harry for their own personal use.

Author's note.

Okay, I have to write this. I normally don't do this, but I can't help it. I read a comment from "Guest", and it just made me feel as if everyone finds pity in Snape.

Snape, in the books, WAS NOT A SAINT. Everyone who has read the books can tell you that. He is a well-written character, just like Dumbledore. With flaws that make him a good and relatable character, and he has a great redemption story.

But here is the thing.

Was he bullied by James? Yes, but Snape was also a bully in school and worst, he was a bully as a teacher. You can say it was an "act" to keep people thinking he was still loyal to Voldemort. Or that he was because of his childhood. I'd say he was a bitter and resented old man who took his anger on literal children. He tried to kill Neville's frog and made Hermione cry when she was hit with that spell on her teeth. Not a good person. Again, that makes him a very good, well-written character.

Also, Lily did not owe him anything, nor her love, nor her time. She was his friend for FIVE years when Snape was following the Dark Arts and getting himself involved with literally Nazis who hated her kind. What about that? I doubt Lily was pleased with that.

Should Lily try to save him even when he called her a Mudblood, a slur? Why? Would you? You may say it was because he was angry and humiliated. But she did try to save him. And this is how he repays her. There is a limit to how much one person can take.

James was an idiot, but at least he grew out of it because of Lily. Sirius never grew. He was unhinged, especially in the books, a man-child and died because of it.

Snape joined Voldemort, who hates Lily's sole existence. So much for Snape's love and wish to change, right? Then he begs for him not to kill her but does not care about James or Harry. I doubt Lily would've been happy with that, either.

So, I am not a fan of the hate that Lily and James have. People treat Lily as if she betrayed him, and not the other way around.

And this is coming from someone who liked Snape more than James or Sirius. I think he is an excellent character with flaws I like, but I am not blind to it.

Also, in this story, there are no interactions between Lily and Snape because I did not have the time to write it. This one-shot is 15000 words long. That's a lot.

There is a lot I cut off. Again, I don't intend to make a bash Snape story, nor a Dumbledore bashing story. In fact, I debated myself for a bit, wondering if I should add something akin to Lily x Snape using the same topics you brought up. I know my OC and knew she could do something for him later on. But in this one-shot, Lily is not Galadriel. She doesn't remember who she was. Maybe if the story was that Lily was Galadriel, with all her memories, she would've behaved way differently. But that was not the case.

Also, Snape's being neglected and abused should not excuse him for everything he did.

But like I say. This is a One-shot; there's not much I can put. And truly, where did you get this idea that Lily "according to my story" doesn't give a flying fuck for Snape and that she used him as a lapdog? They literally had no interactions in the entire ONE SHOT. Where did you get that? You're truly assuming so much in this one shot and in canon because Snape didn't get the girl he likes.

Also, did you know that this page literally crashes when you write over 12k words? For me, Firefox crashes everything. I edit something here or save something.

Also, let me add this!

These are the stories that are coming up as One-shots! Some would have variation.

-1 Harry Potter is adopted by Galadriel, and she raises him alone for a while until Nazarick arrives. Now, there are some versions of this...

{A}-Lily is Galadriel, who was reborn in that world but didn't remember nor unlock all of her powers until she was killed by Voldemort. I think this will also allow for more closeness with Harry and as a sort of "explanation" of why the killing curse didn't work on Harry or her. Also, it would be funny for her to realise that she fell in love with James and that she married him.
Poor Albedo.

{B}-Galadriel found Harry as a child and ran away, trying to hide from Dudley and his gang. He was around five years old and was taken aback by this white-haired woman. Long story short, she adopted him and raised him by herself or in Nazarick.

{C}-Galadriel adopts Harry, as he was thrown away by his family because he was a squib. You can say this is the "Wrong boy who lived" trope. It could be fun to write. (Also, there is another version where Harry is Galadriel {Harry female version}, and she is believed to be a squib, but she has Yggdrasil magic.)

{D}-Harry is actually Galadriel and Albedo's son. He was teleported forcefully to the Wizarding World by Dumbledore, who gave it to Lily and James. They are very, very angry at that.

2-Galadriel is Harry Potter; now, this may sound like a remake of Harriet Potter: The Demon Empress and it is in some way, but this one is her alone in the world, without truly knowing who she was, and with no Nazarick reincarnating with her. I want to add that she looks more like Lily in this one. She had red hair and green eyes but with a long patch of white hair and a golden iris around her eyes.

Harriet (Well, I may change her name to Rose or something less cliche; I don't know yet.) would be different. There's going to be a bit of cannon, but not much. Honestly, I am biased here since I would like to write a story where she is reserved and cold to people. Having no support, family or friends and being abused would make her not be anything of what Dumbledore wanted her to be.

It would be a Dark Lady in Training type of story, as she begins to unlock more of her power and become more powerful than Voldemort. Still, I don't want her to be evil for the sake of being evil, just that she would try to do what Voldemort and Dumbledore could never do. It was to save the Wizarding World while ruling it as their queen. I have some twists save here and there about Nazarick, but yeah, that's the story I have so far.

3-The second version of this is Harry (Galadriel), who was rescued by Nazarick when she was a child in that world. Still, since she has no recollection of who she is or who they are, she is terrified of them. I think this is quite a funny story.

4-Harry and Galadriel are twins, and again, Galadriel doesn't know who she is, not truly. I have another version in mind about Galadriel, who has all her memories and powers but is fully overprotective of her brother. Also, what about Ainz and Galadriel being siblings in real life and reincarnated in the world? I always wanted to make an Ainz and Galadriel siblings thing. It can lead to some funny and exciting things. Both had their memories, but not their powers, not entirely. And are slowly levelling up.
Harry(Ainz) is a necromancer, and Galadriel is a powerful arcane witch. Sounds fun.

5-Galadriel is Voldemort. This was an idea about how interesting and hilarious it would be. She was born as Tom Marvollo Riddle since her mother didn't even know she had given birth to a girl. Then, misunderstanding began to happen, and now she is a Dark Lord or, well, Dark Lady. She is forced to act and simply follow the script of being the immense evil of the Wizarding World while just trying to eat and be in peace.
This could be a funny, crack sort of story. But it also could be a very interesting one and serious; it depends on what you guys decide.

6-Galadriel is another student at Hogwarts. This is like this fanfic, but I guess starting again will allow me to set a better pace and the story overall. There are things I introduce here that I don't like at all. Doing a remake would, perhaps, allow me to do things better.

Now, making her reborn would make things different. Making Galadriel born as a Malfoy, perhaps Draco's older sister or twin sister, would be a good idea. That would be interesting. Also, making her Sirius's child.

Or better, I was thinking of making her Voldemort's daughter; now you can think of why Voldemort had a daughter or with whom. I was personally bringing Bellatrix into the mix. Well, it is quite the story, especially if she doesn't remember who she was or why she can do many things. It's quite the story.
Imagine Dumbledore's reaction to meeting her. Also, what or how does Nazarick play in all of this?

Those are my ideas; now, I am open to suggestions or ideas, so please write them down or send me a DM here or on Tumblr.