Reunion: A Jily Returns Harry Potter Fan-fiction

8. Interrogation

3/21/2017

A/N I am so sorry it's been so long since I last updated. I took a break to update my DeviantArt page and get caught up on some stuff IRL. I can't promise how frequent updates will be, but I am working on it.

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     With the children on the train to Hogwarts, and with so many questions in need of answering, there was no longer any reason to delay the inevitable. As much as everyone loved having James and Lily back, two main question needed answering: why? And how? Why were they back? And there was currently no lead to answering that question than the Potters in question.

     "Do you remember anything at all from the time you were dead?" Mad-Eye interrogated James.

     "No," James answered. "The last thing I remember I was in Godric's Hollow, when Voldemort... well, you know." He shifted uncomfortably. He felt like he was in one of those old black-and-white muggle detective shows, with a single spotlight on him and being interrogated mercilessly. Of course, there was no spotlight, he was sitting in the kitchen, but he was still alone with someone who he was sure would interrogate him mercilessly. 

     "That's very interesting," Alastor continued, "considering what Harry saw last year."

     "What?"

     "Last year, Harry claimed that he saw you... or your spirit, I suppose, in the graveyard. You remember anythin' about that?"

     James opened his mouth to say that no, he didn't know anything about that when suddenly he did know something about that. It wasn't much, a flash, an image of Harry, a stream of light from his wand locked in combat with Voldemort. It was dark, but they were clearly in a graveyard. James saw a few ghostly forms around Harry - Lily was one of them, was he one too? - and there were rows of people with masks and dark robes, watching the spectacle before them, and then-

     As quickly as the vision had appeared in his mind, it was gone. But the image seemed to linger in his mind.

     "Well, Potter? I asked you a question." Alastor growled. 

     James hesitated. How did he explain what he had just seen? "I-I do remember that." Alastor seemed to straighten, his one magical eye fixated on James. "Not-not much," Geez, why was it so hard to keep calm in front of this guy? "just a flash. Of Harry, in the graveyard."

     "Anything else?" Alastor growled. 

     "No. No, just that."

     "Alright, Potter, you're free to go."

     James let out a sigh of relief as he left the kitchen. That had been a lot more stressful than he thought it would be.

     He gave Lily what he hoped was a reassuring smile, but he had a suspicion it looked more like a grimace, as she took her turn and entered the kitchen, closing the door behind her.

     As he waited not-so-patiently on the couch, he found his thoughts drift back to when he woke up and found himself in that coffin. And again the question rang in his head, why? And why now? Why when Harry was already grown up? Why not years earlier, when they could have saved him from the abuse he had inevitably suffered at the hands of those awful Dursleys? Things like this didn't just happen, and especially not without purpose. 

     So what was that purpose? James siriusly doubted that this just happened on its own. Someone, or something, had to be behind this. Was this part of something else? If them coming back was part of some big evil conspiracy, would it have been better if they had stayed dead?

     He was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of the kitchen door opening. Lily walked out, with Alastor right behind her. She gave him a shaky smile and he returned it. He briefly wondered if she was having similar thoughts to his.

     Alastor pushed past her, grumbling something along the lines of, "Going to talk to Dumbledore," James wondered how he was going to reach Dumbledore, he was sure to be busy these last few moments before the students arrived... or had they already arrived? Were they in the middle of the feast right now? 

     "Hey," Lily sat down next to him.

     "Hey. You alright?" James asked her.

     "Yeah, it's just I had forgotten how scary he can be!" James chuckled.

     "Did you... remember anything?" He asked her hesitantly, suspecting that Alastor had asked her the same question he had asked him. If she had remembered something, maybe they would be able to at least piece together something. Who was behind this, what their intentions were..."

     "No." She said. "Well, not really." James sat up and looked at her. "I remembered flashes of blue light."

     "Blue light?"

     "Yeah. At first, I thought I was thinking of the killing curse, but that's green." She groaned. "It doesn't make any sense."

     "None of this makes any sense," James said.

     After a moment of silence, Lily spoke, "What about you?"

     "Hm?" He turned to look at her.

     "Did you remember anything?"

     "Not much more than you." He sighed. " I remembered... a flash. Like a moment." He paused. "We were in a graveyard, you were there too, and Harry was there. He was shooting... I think it was Expelliarmus, and his stream met Voldemort's-"

     "Voldemort was there?!" Lily cried out, sitting up straight"

     "Yeah, he was shooting Avada Kedevra, and their streams of spells met. There were rows and rows of Death Eaters there too, just watching. There were some ghostly forms around Harry, I think they were talking to him or protecting him, I can't be sure. I was one of them. And you were one of them." James hesitated, letting his words sink in. "I think that was last year when Voldemort returned."

     Both of them were quiet for a long while. The children were gone, Molly and Arthur were back at their house, Alaster was who knows where, Remus and the other members of the order were off doing missions, and Sirius was with Buckbeak. James and Lily were alone together, and while normally it was comforting when they were together, it was hard to relax with the dreary decor and mounted house elf heads staring at them.

     "We need to know why this happened," Lily said at last.

     James simply nodded, determined.

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     Order members came and went, and Lily confined James to his room for the rest of the day so he wouldn't do anything too crazy with Sirius.

     Overall, James was very bored and not very tired at the end of the day. He tried to get to sleep, but eventually gave up and stared at the ceiling, his mind wandering. He wondered if Harry was asleep by now. He always was an uneasy sleeper as a baby. 

     "Lily," He whispered into the darkness. "Lily, are you awake?" The only response he got was the sound of slow, steady breathing next to him. He sighed, but he was glad that at least one of them was able to sleep.

     He got up, intending to walk around a bit and try to clear his head. But when he looked down, what he saw made his heart skip a beat.

     On his chest was a large, dark bruise that he was certain hadn't been there before.

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A/N 3/21/2017

There you go! Chapter eight! Sorry, it was a bit shorter, but I wanted to leave it at a bit of a cliffhanger. Also, let you guys know I'm not dead. Spring break is coming up soon, so hopefully, I'll be able to do a lot of writing then, but it might not be for this story. (Sorry, hihocrazy. But the ultimate crossover will live on!)

     See you soon, maybe!

          ~R.B. Lynn