Hello again, here is my next fan-fiction story about Harry's mother coming back to life during the battle of Hogwarts. I hope you like the idea, I'm thinking of making it quite long, but what do you think as this is just a small taster?

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry potter, unfortunately ;)

Lily P.O.V:

My heavy eyelids opened, Harry? James? Where was I? I could hear distinct crying and shouting. I peered round the white and empty room. I was in the Hogwarts hospital wing. Swinging my slightly limp legs round the edge of the bed, I wondered what happened…

*flash back*

''lils, its him! Take harry, run! I'll hold him off! Hurry, there is no time! Get help, save our son! I love you both. HURRY!''

Sobbing, I grabbed my innocent baby boy and dashed upstairs to remember my wand on the kitchen counter, as I turned to go back I heard the evil high pitched laugh and saw a flash of green. James was dead, I had no time to waste, I had to save my baby, the last piece of my husband on this earth. I ran to the nursery shushing the whimpering child in my arms, I put him in the cot and pushed the dresser in the way. That should buy us a few useful seconds, I then threw as much floopowder into the fireplace as I could with my shaking hands, I shouted 'Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts' as I knew I would never get Harry and back into the Jade green flames in time.

''He is here Albus, send help! I've got to save Harry'' I shouted frantically into his office.

Then I heard the spell begin... ''BOM..!''

I jumped off the floor and ran to the cot. The door was gone, I could see his evil eyes glinting sadistically at me, mocking me, but I had a few seconds till he removed the dresser from his path just like he removed James.

''Harry, Mumma loves you. Dada loves you. Be safe, be strong.''

I tried my best to save my baby, arguing, begging and pleading. The last thing I remember was seeing my life flash before my eyes…me and Tuney, Hogwarts letter, Hogwarts years, James, the Marauders and Alice, becoming an auror, my wedding, finding out I was pregnant, Tuney's wedding, my baby's birth, my nephew's birthday, Harry's birthday, our anniversary, Christmas's and this morning.

Then came the green light and Harry's cries. All was black.

What had happened? Why wasn't I dead? Where was my baby?

Poppy suddenly came bustling in grabbing bundles of potions and turning away, suddenly she spun back…

''..Lily? No-no, this is some death eater joke, isn't it…'' suddenly a jet of blue light shot toward me from her wand.

''No, it's really me, Poppy!''

''Prove it!'' another jet of bright yellow light came toward me

''Um…Harry was born here at 2pm and he weighed 8lbs! You hit James during his birth because he was complaining about me hurting his hand and taking too long to...in his words-Pop it out?!''

Poppy gasped, ''It is you?'' tears welled up in her grey eyes. ''Oh Lily, quick, help us, your wand is in the Headmasters office, I will explain along the way but grab that case of potions and lets hurry!''

I ran after the matron, my eyes staring at the destruction of the walls I once called my home, Poppy said suddenly out of breath...

''Harris alive, he survived on your love, you also survived for some unknown to me reason, Dumbledore knew, but right now, Voldemort and his Death-eaters are attacking the castle, Harry's fighting him and looking for something..? He needs you. So let's hurry, we have got to hurry.''

I nodded, then came the high-pitched voice of Voldemort telling them they had one hour, Poppy accio'd my wand as she ran toward the great hall, I helped best I could with my limited knowledge of what was going on, healing people and comforting families. However, I just wanted to find my son! Many people were suspicious of me but after revealing information to them they hugged me exclaiming that they didn't I survived or that they didn't know where Harry was but saw him dashing round the castle hexing people and moving. I just nodded; about to go look for them when a familiar body sprawled on the floor took my attention. No, it couldn't be. No! I wasn't I felt my heart sink. It was. It was Remus. I ran toward him in disbelief, checking his pulse whilst tears blurred my eyes, I felt my body collapse but during me doing this I could see a piece of parchment in his pocket. The marauders map!

Quickly she muttered the phrase that choked her up more and searched frantically for the label that should of read ''H. Potter'' she searched until she saw him leaving the castle, she ran in that direction, shouting and still crying.

''Harry! Harry?! Come back! Harry? Stop! '' But his figure kept moving toward the forbidden forest. I heard someone call my name behind me, irritated I turned about to glare at them.

''Lily? Lily potter?!''

There were 3 students about 17. One was a bushy brown haired girl and the others were a boy and girl with the distinct red Weasley hair.

''yes..?'' she replied annoyed, she wanted to find harry, but she kept getting distracted.

She heard the brown haired girl say, 'Ginny! It may not even be her, we better check.'' The said louder

''if it's really you, what is James Potter's and Harry Potter's patronus?''

''um, James's was a stag and I don't know Harry's…he was too young to produce one at 1.''

''it's her 'mione' 'said the red haired boy. They all nodded.

''I'm Hermione Granger and this is Ron and Ginny Weasley, we are all Harry's best friends.''

''lily potter, but I really must go find my…''

Suddenly the horrible and high voice of voldemort pierced the halls. ''Harry potter is dead.''

Ginny collapsed to her knees, Ron put his hands over his face, Hermione's face blanked, my whole body shut down.

''no! No! Not my baby boy!''

I ran out to the courtyard to see for myself, I saw his body crumpled in Hagrids arms, his glassed askew on his face, his eyes closed. Hermione ran to my side dragging a sobbing Ginny too. My knees buckled at the heart-breaking sight but Minerva caught me, her own tears pouring out.

Voldemort began to laugh and talk but all I could think was about my innocent baby, gurgling as James blew bubbles a ticked him, my baby boy hugging me and nestling his head into my neck when I came home and James was watching him.

How could anyone do this to him?

Dazed, I moved my attention to the scene that Voldemort was creating; I wrapped my arm around Ginny, half for comforting myself and half for her. I could tell that she loved Harry very much and how heartbroken she really was, she seemed to appreciate the comfort as Hermione was now in Ron's arms looking as white as a sheet and deathly still.

However, like I was after every death, I was in denial, any minute he would leap up or would disappear into thin air leaving as all shocked. I watched Alice's son walk forward, part of me wanted to run down and protect her son like she would do with mine, but my body wouldn't move.

I felt a swell of pride for my Godson-Neville standing up like that, but I just wanted to move and collect my baby in my arms and tell him everything was going to be alright.

Caught up I my daydream, I heard someone shout ''Where is Harry gone''

I panicked, before realising I had the mad still clutched in my hand, I looked at the label standing about 5 meters in front of me…he had the cloak, suddenly I surged forward, my hands grabbing the air frantically for the silvery cloak but a random man stopped me from going any further, I recognised him as Aberforth Dumbledore. But before I fought him off, Harry revealed himself. I could only see the back of his head and hear his voice before the commotion occurred, people screaming and moving, I reached out to grab Harry, protect him from this evil being but I lost him. I felt like a terrible mother for not being able to protect my son.

I got pushed with the crowd toward the hall, where the giant fight broke out; I leaped to help the struggling students fight off the Carrows and Selwyn before searching for Harry. I saw Bellatrix get blasted away and I presumed her dead. Then came the fight. I pushed forward but people pushed me back, I tried and tried again but people just formed a wall around the pair of them. Then I was mesmerised by what was happening…

I watched Harry confidently circling Voldemort, Voldemort circling back even though he was alone. When Voldemort said the dreaded killing curse I closed my eyes, I heard harry shout out his own defense but I knew it wasn't going to be strong enough to defeat Voldemort, I felt myself become more heartbroken, I thought he came back to me only to lose him again. When I heard the cheers and happy noise I opened my eyes, my son stood there dazed as people ran toward him, shaking his hand and hugging him. I stayed back along with Ron, Hermione and Ginny by the door. I saw him slip the invisibility cloak on and I waited, suddenly I felt a hand grab my shoulder and a wand pressed against my neck. It was Harry.

''Who are you? What are you doing here? Voldemort just was defeated, shouldn't you have been gone…''

I cut him off, ''It's really me harr…''

He cut me off again. ''My real mother died when I was one, I've been to her grave, I've seen the memories of her dead. Even though I couldn't resurrect her with the stone''

''it's me Harry, I promise!''

''Prove it!''

I looked at his friends for guidance but they stood back letting me handle my son on my own.

''Um, your father was born on the 17th October and I was born on the 12th May. We were head boy and girl? James's patronus is a stag and mine is a doe. The prophesy could have been two boys, you and nevi…''

Before she could finish, Harry had flung his arms round her neck, I hugged him back kissing the top of his head, I relished in the moment, knowing of things I was had to do. but now Harry was my priority.

What do you think? The idea came to me in a dream and I've started the next chapter if you all liked it that much. , make sure you leave me a review to let me know what you think!

Until next-time, Serena :)