A/N: Hi! :) Thanks for clicking this story! Just so you know (and trust me, I know this too), this is an AU story, so it's not canon. In fact, it cannot be canon, for reasons you'll notice along the way. Lily is alive in this story, and I know that probably doesn't make much sense. Just bear with me, please :) /rant
Hopefully you'll enjoy the story anyway!

Disclaimer: I don't own the world of Harry Potter.

It was seven years after the Final Battle now, and a lot had changed in the wizarding world. Everyone had gotten closer and people who thought only Purebloods should be allowed to be part of the wizarding world had become scarce. But still, there were some unexplained miracles.

One day, on a rainy day in February, a middle-aged, red-haired woman appeared in St Mungo's, astoundingly confused, a bit thin, but seemingly healthy. The Healers gave her a thorough check-up, but absolutely nothing was wrong. It was only when they asked her some questions that they became completely baffled.

"Excuse me, madam, could you tell us your name?" She tried to open her eyes, and found, for the second time in what felt like ages, that she actually could. Looking around, she noticed that she was surrounded by a number of Healers and other staff.

She looked the person who had asked the question in the eye and answered, "Lily Potter." The other people in the room started muttering immediately as she said this, staring at her incredulously.

"Sorry, but could you repeat that, please?" the obviously shocked Healer asked.

"Lily Potter," she repeated. Why are they all staring at me like that? she wondered.

The Healer sighed. "And could you tell me what year it is? What are the last things you remember?"

Lily thought the question over for a minute. "The last thing I remember… a flashing green light. And – Harry! Oh Merlin, is he alright?" she asked anxiously, almost grabbing the Healer standing closest to her by his uniform.

The mumbling continued, but now more pressing, it seemed. "He's quite alright, I can assure you, madam," the Healer who had been speaking to her all this time told her. "But do tell me, what year is this?"

Lily opened her mouth and then closed it again. What if I say something stupid? she thought to herself. She took a deep breath, and said, "I think it's 1981." Seeing everyone looking at her as if she had grown a second head, she recoiled slightly. "It isn't? Er – 1982, then?"

The two Healers who stood closest to her exchanged a swift look. "Actually, madam, it's 2005."

"You're kidding," Lily said. "You're kidding, right? No, no, that can't be right. That can't be – "

She climbed out of her bed hastily and ran towards the door. Fortunately, it wasn't locked. She opened it and started running down the halls, looking for the exit. This had to be a very bad dream. The Healers followed after her, but since she had caught them of guard by running away, she managed to get them off her tail.

Many stairs, elevators, hallways and wards later, Lily was exhausted. She almost started to wish she had just stayed in that bed. She glanced up at a sign. It said that this was the maternity ward. Great. She hadn't been there yet.

Slipping through the doors of this ward, she looked around. There was no one there, by the looks of it. Deeming that impossible, Lily walked on. Passing by a window, she saw that there were a couple of babies asleep in there. One baby in particular caught her attention, and her eyes widened.

"Harry!" she shouted. What her precious little boy was doing at the maternity ward was a riddle to her. But at least she found him. "Harry!" she shouted again, and by now, some Healers had come out of their office to see what was going on.

"Isn't that – " one of them whispered.

"Yeah, I think so," another whispered back.

"Let's get her – " the third said a little louder, and the three of them advanced on her, grabbed her and tried to carry her off.

"No! Let go of me! Harry! No! My baby! Let me – " Lily yelled at the top of her lungs. She kicked around wildly, but the Healers wouldn't let her go.

Suddenly, another door opened, revealing –

"James!" Lily cried. "James, don't let them take me away, what's going on? I just saw Harry, and – "

The man just stood there, flabbergasted, as the Healers brought Lily back to the room she had managed to escape from earlier. She was now more than exhausted; she felt like she could collapse any second now. Yet she still felt some sort of handcuffs nail her to the bed and she shook them angrily.

"What is this?" she protested weakly. "Why are you pinning me to this bed? Why am I not allowed to see my husband and my son?"

A Healer stepped forward with an expensive looking device in his hands. Another Healer pulled out one of her hairs and together, they started doing all sorts of difficult calculations with the device, occasionally glancing at her as if she would run away again.

"Do you think – "

"But that's impossible – "

"There has to be – "

"There's not other explanation."

"An explanation for what?" Lily asked, yawning.

"You are Lily Potter," one of the Healers said. "This device says you are, and it's never wrong. The only other explanation could be Polyjuice potion, but that's impossible too, seeing as Lily Potter has been dead for twenty-three years."

"Dead?" Lily repeated. "I'm not dead."

"That we can see, madam," the Healer said. "But can you tell us what happened when you woke up? Something… strange?"

"No, nothing was wrong," Lily answered. "It felt like I had been sleeping for more than one night, yes, but other than that…"

The men nodded. "And where were you when you woke up?"

"I have no idea," Lily replied, now very tired. "I didn't recognise the place. It was dark there, and cramped… So I apparated here."

"I think she's telling the truth," one of the Healers told the other one. "But that still doesn't explain why and how she woke up, and why she woke up now."

"When exactly is 'now'?" Lily asked.

"The 10th of February, 2005, madam."

"So I've really been out of it for… over 23 years?" Lily asked incredulously. "Is that even possible?"

"You probably were never really dead," one of the Healers said carefully. "It's impossible to wake from death but… whatever happened to you, I don't think anyone will ever be able to explain it."

"And now?" she asked.

"Now, you are going to sleep. You look like you need it. We will be back when you wake up."

A/N: So, what do you think so far? Let me know, please review!