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Lily opened her eyes and stared at the white sky. She sat up and marveled as her hand sunk into thick white grass.

"Hello love."

Lily started at the familiar voice behind her. She turned slowly, somehow she knew there was no need to hurry in this place.

Her Grandmother smiled gently and motioned for Lily to join her in leaning against the tall tree.

Lily took in her surroundings, a sense of deja vu washed over her.

Her Grandmother took her hand as Lily settled against the tall familiar trunk. A silence fell between them as the white unending twilight pushed Lily into her thoughts, there was no need for answers no need for control here.

Gradually she began to try to remember her last moments but all that she could see was green. Green like Grams' eyes, like her own eyes, like Harry's. A feeling of dread arose in her. Every member of the Order had come to know that color meant death.

Her Grandmother felt her tense and squeezed the young woman's hand gently.

"I'm so sorry dear. James was so brave. You picked a good man but he never had a chance. You were betrayed"

Lily allowed a chocked sob. Her heart breaking at the loss of her companion. The rogue who had taught her to truly live. Her shaking slowly subsided and she whispered her son's name, fearing that the loss of her last piece of James would cause her to rip in two.

"He's fine dear. He's fine because of your love." The woman's withered face stretch in a smile etched with pride as she felt Lily begin to relax. "He is why you're here." She paused, "Where is here exactly Lily Jane?" motioning to the ivory world around them.

Lily watched the leaves flutter from the branches and disappear into the milky mist. She wiped her eyes knowing she needed to wait. Grief would come later.

"It's a place near Mum and Dad's house in Cokeworth. Petunia and I used to play here before we found out I was different. This is where Severus told me I was a witch. This is where everything really began."

Her Grandmother nodded, "A place for beginnings placed at an ending. Well that settles that." She said briskly standing and offering her hand.

"Settles what?" taking her Grandmother's hand Lily stood to look into her namesake's eyes.

"This is a place of old magic. You enacted an ancient rite. Your killer told you the you need not have died but you chose to be selfless. There is no deeper magic than love. You sacrificed yourself for Harry and because of that willing sacrifice the ancient laws grant you a choice. The choice is yours alone Lily dear. You can go on with me to the after-world or you can turn back and live."

Lily stared at the old woman. She had died just after Lily had started at Hogwarts and though she knew her parents had told both of her grandparents about Lily being 'different' her maternal Grandmother's current knowledge of magic was surprising.

The surprise must have shown in Lily's eyes because her Grandmother laughed and placed her finger Lily's nose, just as she had when the girl was a child. "A good grandmother has many secrets."

On tip-toe the woman leaned forward and kissed Lily's forehead "No matter what you decide dear we're all so proud of you"

Lily watched, still unable to speak, as she smoothed her skirts and walked away. Looking around Lily knew she must do as she always had, move forward. Her hands found familiar crevices in the old bark of the tree from her past and with a familiar ease Lily Potter lifted herself up, back toward her child.

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Breath filled empty lungs and Harry's cries filled Lily's ears forcing her to fight the headache building from the lump where her head had stuck the floor.

As she stood she picked up Harry's hipogriff toy and lifted the child into her arms. Tears threatened to flow as the full reality of what must lay downstairs throbbed forward with the headache.

Harry quieted, comforted by the familiar smell of his mother and took comfort in sucking on the leg of his favorite stuffed toy. Lily grabbed the diaper bag from the chair, the necessary expansion charms had already been preformed and all she would need could be found inside.

The blackened corpse of the most feared man in the wizarding world lay against the wall, apparently blown back by the shock wave that had left the house in shambles. Of the family's first home only their bed, the crib, and the chair remained untouched because of the additional wards and runes laid to protect them. Lily held her son tighter to her chest as she saw her husband's body through the broken floor. His perfect hazel eyes staring at the ceiling frozen is a fierce protective snarl. Lily saw his wand where it lay on the now cracked mantel next to hers. Wandlessly she called her own piece of willow and silently accio'd James' mahogany counterpart.

Harry began to cry in Lily's arms as his mother's magic emitted from her like literal waves of grief. Tear filled green eyes stared lovingly into their perfect match and mother and son disappeared with a pop. The grief stayed, a feeling that swallowed Rubeus Hagrid and the many Aurors who would search the scene for the pair in the following hours, a feeling that would effect all who visited there in the following years.

***I know this is short but I'm just testing the water. I have quite a bit more of this written and ready if you guys are interested. Let me know!***