Reunion: A Jily Returns Harry Potter Fan-fiction

1. Return

4/17/2016

A/N Just so you know it's been a bit since I've read Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, even though it is my favorite book in the series, so a few of my details might not match up. Also, I'm not very familiar with British phrases and words and things like that, so not everything's going to be accurate. Just saying this hoping to spare me some ranting in the comments. Anyway, enjoy!

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     Lily and James Potter were dead. That had been certain for fourteen years.It was a horrible, bitter truth that anyone would want to deny. But it was the truth nonetheless. And yet, Lily Potter found herself laying down, and she did not feel dead.

     In fact, she felt very much alive. Alive, and suffocating. Dirt was spilling around her, and her mouth was filling with it. she clawed around in the soil, hoping someone, anyone, would help her. Then something miraculous happened. Her hands grasped a wooden stick among the dirt that was quickly filling her lungs.

     Her wand.

     Lily managed to croak out a single spell. "Reducto!" The soil that surrounded her burst out in all directions, and she gasped for air and coughed up dirt. She barely allowed herself a moment of rest before panic seized her. James. Where was James? She quickly took in her surroundings, and it only took her a moment to realise that she was in a graveyard. She could figure out why she was in a cemetery later, but now she needed to find James.

     She looked behind her and realised that not only was she in a cemetery, she had been laying in a grave. Her grave. She immediately scanned the words on the tombstone next to hers, confirming that it was James's, and shot a spell, blasting chunks of dirt and grass in all directions. Lily didn't dare look inside the hole she had just created. 

     After a few moments that seemed to last forever,  James finally hoisted himself up out of the hole, gasping. Lily, in too much of a hurry to reach her husband to stand, crawled over to him and pulled him out the rest of the way. She clung to him, and they both sat there, without speaking, clinging desperately to each other. Both of them were trying to piece together what was happening.

     They had been there for who knows how long when Lily heard a sound. The sound of crunching twigs and leaves broke the silence. James looked up, and Lily knew that he had heard it too.

     Someone was there.

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     Albus Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, thinking of ways he could make his own flavour of lemon drop when he noticed something unusual was happening.

     One of the many instruments laying around his office dinged and let out a puff of smoke. Another instrument that looked similar to a crystal ball swirled with black smoke. Various other instruments went off, dinging and tooting, swirling and puffing all at once. Dumbledore immediately went to his feet and studied the instrument nearest to his desk. He glanced at a second one, but then he seemed to have gotten the information he needed at paid no attention to the other instruments.

     He then paced around the centre of the room a bit, then nodded, as if he had decided on something. He then disapparated without warning, and it was as if he had never been in the office to begin with.

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     Godric's Hallow was a quiet, peaceful place. But at the moment it almost seemed, to Albus Dumbledore at least, too quiet for it's own good. But it may have just seemed that way because of what hew was about to do. Or rather, what he thought he was about to witness.