Lily Evans Potter's Journal

Lily's Return
Avada Kedavra

Everything after that was a jumble of senses. A scream here, possibly her own, a flash of green light there, a sudden metallic taste in her mouth.

James… Harry… Then silence, blessed silence.

Some time later, the hooting of an owl, and the smell of earth. A leaf pressed against her cheek. The vague memory of walking, and suddenly the world exploded with life again.

She was on a street. Hogsmeade, if she remembered correctly. Yes, there was the Three Broomsticks. She made her way through the crowd to the bar and headed inside, slumping gratefully at a table as she tried to recollect her thoughts.

What had happened? Why was she here? Who- No, too many questions at one time. Best start small. She thought for a moment, one tendril of her fiery red hair working its way along her finger. She twisted it as she thought.

Her name. Her name was Lily Evans Potter, wife of James and mother of Harry. And You-Know-Who had tried to kill her. He wanted her son. Her last clear memory was stepping between her young son and the man trying to murder him. James wasn't there, did that mean James was...

She started to shake and hastily cut off that line of thought. Stick to what she needed to be doing right now. If He had found them, the Order was compromised, and she needed to get somewhere safe.

Petunia. She would go to her sister's until she figured out what to do. Mentally promising she would repay Madam Rosemerta a hundred times over soon, she swiped what she hoped would be train fare from the tip jar and headed out of the bar and over to the train platform.