Conversations With Dead People: Lily

[prophecys_child]

Every night, before he goes to sleep, there's only one thing on his mind. Perhaps he should be grateful for the diversion from worrying about what lies on the other side of the door. He's not. Not when the alternative is how to prevent the death of his parents. He's tired of wrestling with a problem that has no solution, but it doesn't stop him

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[lilium_evansiae]

The woman standing by the lake turns at the sound of his voice.

He's seen her before, of course, in a mirror and a memory and old photographs.

Lily Potter smiles at her son.

"Hello, Harry."

[prophecys_child]

He stops walking.

'Mum.'

And it is his mum. Not a teenage girl.

He swallows, staring at her from ten feet away.

'What are you doing here?'

[lilium_evansiae]

"I think I'm here to see you," Lily says, drawing closer.

"And look at you. Just look at you. You've got so tall.

"You were this little thing, with all this hair, and now just look at you."

[prophecys_child]

The breath he sucks in is already shaky.

He can't move towards her. Can't pull his hands out of his jacket. She's standing there, talking to him like that, and he...he can't move.

'Is this a dream?'

If he turns around, will it be the bar behind him, or the castle? Does it matter?