"Have mercy! Have mercy! Please not Harry, not Harry…" Lily begged. James was gone. She knew it. He was waiting for her. She squeezed her eyes shut as cold, cruel laughter rung through the house.

A flash of green and nothing. Lily felt soft fabric beneath her. Looking down, she realized she was in the Gryffindor common room. Something was different. Fog hung everywhere and as she stood up, she saw that she was wearing a plain white dress.

This didn't make sense. She was supposed to be dead.

"Hello," a familiar voice said.

"James!" she cried. There he was, in white robes, smiling. She flung herself into his arms. "Harry?" she asked.

"He's fine. He's safe," James whispered. "You saved him."

Lily cried with relief and sadness. He would grow up an orphan. Her baby. He had to be okay.

"Let's go," James murmured.

"Where?" Lily asked.

He smiled and gestured to the portrait hole which was closed. "In."

"But… Harry…" she said weakly.

"Harry will be fine. He's strong. You know, he's his mother's son," James said. Lily smiled.

"Okay," she took his hand and together they walked on, to the next greatest adventure. To watch after their son.

He would be okay.